17 February 2017

This 'n' That

There cannot be a flock without a shepherd; neither is there a shepherd truly without a flock. The two must go together. They are the fullness of each other. As the church is the fullness of him that filleth all in all, so we rejoice to remember that "of his fullness have all we received, and grace for grace." That I am like a sheep is a sorry reflection; but that I have a shepherd charms away the sorrow and creates a new joy. It even becomes a gladsome thing to be weak, that I may rely on his strength; to be full of wants, that I may draw from his fullness; to be shallow and often at my wit's end, that I may be always regulated by his wisdom. Even so doth my shame redound to his praise. Not to you, ye great and mighty, who lift your heads high, and claim for yourselves honor: not for you is peace, not to you is rest; but unto you, ye lowly ones, who delight in the valley of humiliation, and feel yourselves to be taken down in your own esteem—to you it is that the Shepherd becomes dear; and to you will he give to lie down in green pastures beside the still waters. 
- Charles Spurgeon, "The Sheep and Their Shepherd"
How grateful we should be for our Good Shepherd! Scripture tells us that believers are His sheep and in fact, Jesus Himself calls us "My sheep." We are His! We are His because He has elected us from before the foundation of the world, and we are His because He purchased us with His own precious, unblemished blood.

We are His and because we are His, we can never be plucked from His hand. What a gracious picture this offers the weary and war-torn Christian. To know that we may rest in His palm even now...such a comfort is merely a foretaste of the eternal life that has been promised to us. It is no wonder that we love this Savior of our souls and yet we long to love Him more, we long to serve Him better, indeed, we long for eternity when we can sing more perfectly,
My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
With that sweet hymn echoing through your mind, I hope you'll enjoy your week in review (kind of):
  • Yeah, God made that.
  • A bit about Lois and Eunice.
  • Yes, let's stop saying, "God told me." We never should have started saying it in the first place.
  • Here's your weekly dose of adorable.
  • I regretfully admit that I was not familiar with this Reformer.
  • Funny, when I say things like this I'm basically accused of being a feminist.
  • God's mercy on our past.
  • The heavenly hope:

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