In seasons of severe trial …

“On Mine arm shall they trust.”
Isaiah 51:5

In seasons of severe trial, the Christian has nothing on earth that he can trust to, and is therefore compelled to cast himself on his God alone. When his vessel is on its beam-ends, and no human deliverance can avail, he must simply and entirely trust himself to the providence and care of God. Happy storm that wrecks a man on such a rock as this! O blessed hurricane that drives the soul to God and God alone! There is no getting at our God sometimes because of the multitude of our friends; but when a man is so poor, so friendless, so helpless that he has nowhere else to turn, he flies into his Father’s arms, and is blessedly clasped therein! When he is burdened with troubles so pressing and so peculiar, that he cannot tell them to any but his God, he may be thankful for them; for he will learn more of his Lord then than at any other time. Oh, tempest-tossed believer, it is a happy trouble that drives thee to thy Father! Now that thou hast only thy God to trust to, see that thou puttest thy full confidence in him. Dishonour not thy Lord and Master by unworthy doubts and fears; but be strong in faith, giving glory to God. Show the world that thy God is worth ten thousand worlds to thee. Show rich men how rich thou art in thy poverty when the Lord God is thy helper. Show the strong man how strong thou art in thy weakness when underneath thee are the everlasting arms. Now is the time for feats of faith and valiant exploits. Be strong and very courageous, and the Lord thy God shall certainly, as surely as he built the heavens and the earth, glorify himself in thy weakness, and magnify his might in the midst of thy distress. The grandeur of the arch of heaven would be spoiled if the sky were supported by a single visible column, and your faith would lose its glory if it rested on anything discernible by the carnal eye. May the Holy Spirit give you to rest in Jesus this closing day of the month.”

– from “Morning and Evening” by Charles Spurgeon. (morning, August 31)

Current California fires

Urgent:
Pray to God for rain to come to the places in California which currently have fires destroying thousands of acres.
Pray for a miracle.
Pray for God’s mercy.
It’s the least we can do now.
Also pray especially for the many people who are fighting the fires, risking their own lives.
This isn’t an occasion to mock the power of prayer or rant about sins and sinners and show your ugly side for all to see.
It’s a time for compassion, to think about the needs and the very lives of others, praying for the safety of and mercy on people you don’t know in places where you don’t live.
Show your humanity.
Show your Christianity.

#prayforrain #Woolseyfire #CampFire #CaliforniaFires #ParadiseFire

The way of life …

“The way of life will soon be closed. The invitations of the gospel will soon be withdrawn. Then there will be no hope. Then, all will be black despair. Then, all who trifle with God’s Word, reject God’s message, or neglect to embrace God’s great salvation — will lie down in eternal sorrow.
Reader, what if this should be your case! It may! But if it is, the fault will be entirely your own. Your destruction will be altogether of yourself. You will not be able justly to blame anyone but yourself. You had the Bible, you ought to have searched it. You heard the gospel, you ought to have embraced it. You were directed to Jesus, you ought to have exercised confidence in Him. You were warned, you ought to have forsaken sin. You were invited, you ought to have drawn near to God. You were exhorted, you ought to have fled for refuge to the hope set before you in the gospel.

But this is not the case yet. It need not be. “Behold, now is the accepted time; behold now is the day of salvation.” You may be saved today — but you may be lost tomorrow. Jesus invites you now — but he may soon shut the door of mercy — and the door once shut, is shut forever. Flee then, flee from the wrath to come! Hasten, hasten to the Savior’s arms — and eternal life is yours!”

– A Message from God! by James Smith