This for the exiles of the TW/EW Brethren. Its a letter I got today from a fellow exile, and I found it so encouraging. I understand where you are coming from and would extend a welcome for you to leave it behind...Whatsoever things are... I was listening recently with a brother whose spirit was always a quiet warming flame and he reminisced about the old days and what he had. I told him, with regards to the past, we will never have what we once had, because what we once had no longer has what it once had. But Christ has what once inspired those who had it, lived it and shared it, inspiring us. Myself, I stand condemned, I have learned the language of the world, a sophisticated world and a derelict world, I was encouraged to compromise, to attempt satisfaction in something other than Christ and I relaxed my vigilance and my soul became saturated with the world, eyes, flesh and life. Here I am, simply wanting a bed, table, stool and lamp-stand, empty chairs and a deserted table, flies in the wine cup, mouldy bread and the webs of abandonment cover these like a neglige of neglect. What I have left....weeping as I sit alone in my memories, listening to the golden voices croak the praises of Him who called us from our darkness into His marvellous light, old men, not faultless, but zealous for His glory, old women, bowed and covered, through my tears I see a broken and bleeding memory, these memories I carefully wash in my tears I rebuilt Jericho and have laid the foundation upon my firstborn and the gates thereof on my youngest, I have led my family back to Egypt and the way through the Red Sea is filled with my tears. For my people have committed two evils; they have forsaken me the fountain of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns, broken cisterns, that can hold no water. Jeremiah 2:13 I have committed, forsaken and hewed, I stand looking into the gaping wound I have hewn in a stone, a broken stone which weeps the water I pour therein and leaves the dust of death for me. Now, I am old, closing in on death; blessing, worshipping and leaning on the top of my staff, in silence. The ship has been broken without the loss of life, Paul is a captive in his own hired house where he wrote, I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. once delivered to the saints. The fact that the splinters of that ship wash up on the changing shores of many a heart and soul, does not weaken the demands of my Saviour upon me to walk with Him. There is a crack in everything, thats how the light gets in. THEN, they that feared the LORD..... I have loved and valued your palatial heart and soul, you have often washed my feet. Be of good courage, and let us play the men for our people, and for the cities of our God: and the LORD do that which seemeth Him good 2 Samuel 10:12 With much prayerful love, keep yourself in His love, see you soon, Even so, Come Lord Jesus.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 01:05:58 +0000
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