Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jul 20, 2008 10:35:33 GMT -5
ACHIEVING THE VICTORY
"For this our light and transitory burden of suffering is achieving
for us a weight of glory" (2 Cor. 4:17). (Weymouth)
"Is achieving for us," mark. The question is repeatedly asked--Why is
the life of man drenched with so much blood, and blistered with so
many tears? The answer is to be found in the word "achieving"; these
things are achieving for us something precious. They are teaching us
not only the way to victory, but better still the laws of victory.
There is a compensation in every sorrow, and the sorrow is working out
the compensation.
It is the cry of the dear old hymn:
"Nearer my God to Thee, nearer to Thee,
E'en tho' it be a cross that raiseth me."
Joy sometimes needs pain to give it birth. Fanny Crosby could never
have written her beautiful hymn, "I shall see Him face to face," were
it not for the fact that she had never looked upon the green fields
nor the evening sunset nor the kindly twinkle in her mother's eye. It
was the loss of her own vision that helped her to gain her remarkable
spiritual discernment.
It is the tree that suffers that is capable of polish. When the
woodman wants some curved lines of beauty in the grain he cuts down
some maple that has been gashed by the axe and twisted by the storm.
In this way he secures the knots and the hardness that take the gloss.
It is comforting to know that sorrow tarries only for the night; it
takes its leave in the morning. A thunderstorm is very brief when put
alongside the long summer day. "Weeping may endure for the night but
joy cometh in the morning." --Songs in the Night
"There is a peace that comes after sorrow,
Of hope surrendered, not of hope fulfilled;
A peace that looks not upon tomorrow,
But calmly on a tempest that it stilled.
"A peace that lives not now in joy's excesses,
Nor in the happy life of love secure;
But in the unerring strength the heart possesses,
Of conflicts won while learning to endure.
"A peace there is, in sacrifice secluded,
A life subdued, from will and passion free;
'Tis not the peace that over Eden brooded,
But that which triumphed in Gethsemane."
STREAMS IN THE DESERT
compiled by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
"For this our light and transitory burden of suffering is achieving
for us a weight of glory" (2 Cor. 4:17). (Weymouth)
"Is achieving for us," mark. The question is repeatedly asked--Why is
the life of man drenched with so much blood, and blistered with so
many tears? The answer is to be found in the word "achieving"; these
things are achieving for us something precious. They are teaching us
not only the way to victory, but better still the laws of victory.
There is a compensation in every sorrow, and the sorrow is working out
the compensation.
It is the cry of the dear old hymn:
"Nearer my God to Thee, nearer to Thee,
E'en tho' it be a cross that raiseth me."
Joy sometimes needs pain to give it birth. Fanny Crosby could never
have written her beautiful hymn, "I shall see Him face to face," were
it not for the fact that she had never looked upon the green fields
nor the evening sunset nor the kindly twinkle in her mother's eye. It
was the loss of her own vision that helped her to gain her remarkable
spiritual discernment.
It is the tree that suffers that is capable of polish. When the
woodman wants some curved lines of beauty in the grain he cuts down
some maple that has been gashed by the axe and twisted by the storm.
In this way he secures the knots and the hardness that take the gloss.
It is comforting to know that sorrow tarries only for the night; it
takes its leave in the morning. A thunderstorm is very brief when put
alongside the long summer day. "Weeping may endure for the night but
joy cometh in the morning." --Songs in the Night
"There is a peace that comes after sorrow,
Of hope surrendered, not of hope fulfilled;
A peace that looks not upon tomorrow,
But calmly on a tempest that it stilled.
"A peace that lives not now in joy's excesses,
Nor in the happy life of love secure;
But in the unerring strength the heart possesses,
Of conflicts won while learning to endure.
"A peace there is, in sacrifice secluded,
A life subdued, from will and passion free;
'Tis not the peace that over Eden brooded,
But that which triumphed in Gethsemane."
STREAMS IN THE DESERT
compiled by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman