The more you know about Christ, the less you’ll be satisfied with superficial views. The more deeply you study His life in the fullness of His grace, the more you will see the King in His beauty. You will long more and more to see Jesus.
Avoid a sugared gospel as you would shun sugar of lead. Seek the gospel which rips up and tears and cuts and wounds and hacks and even kills, for that is the gospel that makes alive again. And when you have found it, give good heed to it. Let it enter into your inmost being. As the rain soaks into the ground, so pray The Lord to soak his gospel into your soul.
Doth not all nature around me praise God? If I were silent, I should be an exception to the universe. Doth not the thunder praise Him as it rolls like drums in the march of the God of armies? Do not the mountains praise Him when the woods upon their summits wave in adoration? Doth not the lightning write His name in letters of fire? Hath not the whole earth a voice? And shall I, can I, silent be?
Read Spurgeon this morning with Psalm 86: “David’s prayer turns from the boisterous foam of chafing waves to the sea of glass mingled with fire, calm and serene.” Oh Spurgeon, how you make me smile. #boisterous
God’s mercy is an uplifting blessing to your sagging spirit, a golden salve to your bleeding wounds, a heavenly cast to your broken bones, a royal chariot for your weary feet, and a sweet embrace of love for your trembling heart.
Existe um evangelho de açúcar. Busque o Evangelho que rasga, que lhe faz brotar lágrimas, que lhe dá cortes e feridas na sua consciência, o Evangelho que mata seu eu, porque esse é o Evangelho que nos dá vida de novo.