It is often said that Christians are insensitive to the things of this world. If that is the case for all Christians, then it is a good thing. Because Christians are dead to this world. This is why Christians are always disappointed to this world, because this world does not make sense to them. They are not to meddle in the things of this world. They are not to depend on the swaying of this world. They are not to be dependent of this world (period). Whether it is peace, joy, contentment, our good news that they are seeking as Christians, it is not of this world and will never be from this world. Our good news is from above: Jesus Christ and Him crucified. Everything we are to need and want as Christians is from above. If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. (Colossians 3:1-3) Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord; (Ephesians 5:19) Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father’s throne Make all my wants and wishes known. In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter’s snare By thy return, sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! The joys I feel, the bliss I share, Of those whose anxious spirits burn With strong desires for thy return! With such I hasten to the place Where God my Savior shows His face, And gladly take my station there, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! Thy wings shall my petition bear To Him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless. And since He bids me seek His face, Believe His Word and trust His grace, I’ll cast on Him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! May I thy consolation share, Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height, I view my home and take my flight: This robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise To seize the everlasting prize; And shout, while passing through the air, “Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!” https://youtube/watch?v=L0SYhj4Ogio
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 19:02:03 +0000
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