Wonderful Counselor, Glorious Father, hallow be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom come and Your will be done in the lives of Your children. Whenever I see another breaking of the day, I see thank You Lord. Thank You for Your son Jesus Christ, Who died on the cross, that I might live. Blesses be the Lord for such a Wonderful love in my life.
Thank God for the darkness has past and the true Light that shineth forth (1 Jn2:8), glory be to God on high and peace to men on earth (Lk 2:14).
Beloved, are you cast down? Is your hope in despair? Is fear tormenting you? Say with me like the Psalmist, “one time I was afraid but I put my trust in You” (Ps 56:3). Fear not, The Lord is your Shepherd, therefore shall you not want (Ps 23:1). The entrance of your word giveth light (Ps 119:130). … in everything… give thanks (Phil 4: 6)
Sometimes, it’s extremely difficult to practice “the thanksgiving in everything” but the grace of God if sought is more than sufficient to bear us through. God let us receive the grace to always look up to you in all things (2 Cor 9:8). Let our heart not fail us, O Lord! Help us Lord, we pray Thee.
This is the confident we have, that before we call, He answers, while we are yet speaking, He will hear (Isa 65:24). The Lord is Faithful … and shall keep you from all evil (2 Thess 3:3). Do you believe that the Lord that the Lord will keep you from all evil? Come with me as we look into the perfect law of liberty and be encouraged:
“He hath cast out thine enemy.” Zeph. 3:15
What a casting out was that! Satan has lost his throne in our nature even as he lost his seat in Heaven. Our Lord Jesus has destroyed the enemy’s reigning power over us. He may worry us, but he cannot claim us as his own. His bonds are no longer upon our spirits: the Son has made us free, and we are free indeed.
Still is the arch-enemy the accuser of the brethren; but even from this position our Lord has driven him. Our advocate silences our accuser. The Lord rebukes our enemies, and pleads the causes of our soul, so that no harm comes of all the devil’s revilings.
As a tempter, the evil spirit still assails us, and insinuates himself into our minds; but thence also is he cast out as to his former preeminence. He wriggles about like a serpent, but he cannot rule like a sovereign. He hurls in blasphemous thoughts when he has opportunity; but what a relief it is when he is told to be quiet, and is made to slink off like a whipped cur!
Lord, do this for any who are at this time worried and wearied by his barkings. Cast out their enemy, and be thou glorious in their eyes. Thou hast cast him down, Lord cast him out. Oh that thou wouldst banish him from the world!
Amen! I heard someone saying and in addition I echo AAAAAAMMMMMEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!
For they are no match to our Redeemer, our God in whom we trust (Isa 41:13):
“They weave the spider’s web.” Isaiah 59:5
See the spider’s web, and behold in it a most suggestive picture of the hypocrite’s religion. It is meant to catch his prey: the spider fattens himself on flies, and the Pharisee has his reward. Foolish persons are easily entrapped by the loud professions of pretenders, and even the more judicious cannot always escape.
Philip baptized Simon Magus, whose guileful declaration of faith was so soon exploded by the stern rebuke of Peter. Custom, reputation, praise, advancement, and other flies, are the small game which hypocrites take in their nets.
A spider’s web is a marvel of skill: look at it and admire the cunning hunter’s wiles. Is not a deceiver’s religion equally wonderful? How does he make so barefaced a lie appear to be a truth? How can he make his tinsel answer so well the purpose of gold?
A spider’s web comes all from the creature’s own bowels. The bee gathers her wax from flowers, the spider sucks no flowers, and yet she spins out her material to any length. Even so hypocrites find their trust and hope within themselves; their anchor was forged on their own anvil, and their cable twisted by their own hands. They lay their own foundation, and hew out the pillars of their own house, disdaining to be debtors to the sovereign grace of God.
But a spider’s web is very frail. It is curiously wrought, but not enduringly manufactured. It is no match for the servant’s broom, or the traveller’s staff. The hypocrite needs no battery of Armstrongs to blow his hope to pieces, a mere puff of wind will do it. Hypocritical cobwebs will soon come down when the besom of destruction begins its purifying work. Which reminds us of one more thought, viz., that such cobwebs are not to be endured in the Lord’s house: He will see to it that they and those who spin them shall be destroyed for ever.
O my soul, be thou resting on something better than a spider’s web. Be the Lord Jesus thine eternal hiding-place.
Finally, beloved let your heart fear not but let your hand be strong (Zech 8:13), for we are more than conqueror (Rom 8:37). Salvation is of the Lord (Jon 2:9) therefore, let us hold fast our confession (Heb 4:14) for faith without work is dead.
Remain blessed in the Lord.