13 April, 2008 - Abundance of Jesus
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me. Song of Solomon 1:13
I wonder why myrrh was chosen as the type reference here. Maybe because of its preciousness, its perfume, its pleasantness, its healing, preserving, disinfecting qualities, and its connection with sacrifice. But why is He compared to "a bundle of myrrh"?
First, for plenty. He is not a drop of it, He is a casket full. He is not a sprig or flower of it, but a whole bundle. There is enough in Christ for all my necessities; let me not be slow to avail myself of Him. Our well-beloved is compared to a "bundle" again, for variety: for there is in Christ not only the one thing needful, but in "Him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily," everything needful is in Him.
Take Jesus in His different characters, and you will see a marvellous variety--Prophet, Priest, King, Husband, Friend, Shepherd. Consider Him in His life, death, resurrection, ascension, second advent; view Him in His virtue, gentleness, courage, self-denial, love, faithfulness, truth, righteousness-- everywhere He is a bundle of preciousness. He is a "bundle of myrrh" for preservation--not loose myrrh tied up, myrrh to be stored in a casket.
We must value Him as our best treasure; we must prize His words and His ordinances; and we must keep our thoughts of Him and knowledge of Him as under lock and key, lest the devil should steal anything from us. Moreover, Jesus is a "bundle of myrrh" for speciality. The emblem suggests the idea of distinguishing, discriminating grace.
From before the foundation of the world, He was set apart for His people; and He gives forth His perfume only to those who understand how to enter into communion with Him, to have close dealings with Him. Oh! blessed people whom the Lord hath admitted into His secrets, and for whom He sets Himself apart. Oh! choice and happy who are thus made to say, "A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me."
12 April, 2008 - Persevere
It may not seem as though we are making any progress, by our yardstick here on this earth, but it is the yardstick of the Lord that I try to focus on. It is by His measurement that we determine our sucess and prosperity. Albeit difficult at times, it is HIS light that is always at the end of the tunnel. We must persevere, for His namesake. We must endure our cross and stand as a beacon to God, like Christ did. All to the best of our God-given ability.
There is no measure of what we offer - compared to Christ's payment on the Cross. But our 'little' is so much in the eyes of God. When we are tired, we pray for energy. When we feel broken, we pray for restoration. When we feel hurt, God will heal us. Not always by the measure of this earthly life - but according to His ultimate plan for us.
I pray for God's continued presence in our lives. I pray for our walk to be exclusively with Him. We can not understand or even have the capability of absorbing what His plan is for us. We must continue to look to Him and let Him be God.
12 April, 2008 - Depression and Hope
My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. Psalm 22:14
Our blessed Lord experienced a terrible sinking and melting of soul. "The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity, but a wounded spirit who can bear?" Deep depression of spirit is the most grievous of all trials; all besides is as nothing. Well might the suffering Saviour cry to His God, "Be not far from me," for above all other seasons a man needs his God when his heart is melted within him because of heaviness. Believer, come near the cross this morning, and humbly adore the King of glory as having once been brought far lower, in mental distress and inward anguish, than any one among us; and mark His fitness to become a faithful High Priest, who can be touched with a feeling of our infirmities. Especially let those of us whose sadness springs directly from the withdrawal of a present sense of our Father's love, enter into near and intimate communion with Jesus. Let us not give way to despair, since through this dark room the Master has passed before us. Our souls may sometimes long and faint, and thirst even to anguish, to behold the light of the Lord's countenance: at such times let us stay ourselves with the sweet fact of the sympathy of our great High Priest. Our drops of sorrow may well be forgotten in the ocean of His griefs; but how high ought our love to rise! Come in, O strong and deep love of Jesus, like the sea at the flood in spring tides, cover all my powers, drown all my sins, wash out all my cares, lift up my earth-bound soul, and float it right up to my Lord's feet, and there let me lie, a poor broken shell, washed up by His love, having no virtue or value; and only venturing to whisper to Him that if He will put His ear to me, He will hear within my heart faint echoes of the vast waves of His own love which have brought me where it is my delight to lie, even at His feet for ever.
- Spurgeon
09 April, 2008 - So Happy It Brings You to Tears
And there followed Him a great company of people, and of women, which also bewailed and lamented Him. -Luke 23:27
Picture, if you will, that road that led Jesus to his doom, there were throngs of saddened people whose utter anguish resulted in wailing and lamentations - fit music for what was about to happen. Although I can only imagine the Savior carrying His cross to the hilltop, he was joined by scores of onlookers crying and screaming.. There was most certainly cause for grief.
Lying deeper than those people thought was the real reason he was to die. There was so much more than the dispatched death of an meek, innocent, mistreated, abused, and good man. Beside the persecuted goodness, love and and bleeding, meekness was about to die.
But we all know the truth about this scene. We all know know that the reason we mourn for this event is that the bitter truth is - my sins were the reason that this portrait of love was about to die. It was my sin that put the flesh ripping stripes on his back. It was my malcontented dishonor and sheer worthlessness, before Almighty God - that lacerated those blessed shoulders. I was the one that crowned him with those thorns. I was the one that screamed "Crucify Him" and laid His cross upon His gracious shoulders. He led forth in more, much more grief than those watching could ever know.
We need to remember that we are the one's who nailed the nails into His precious hands. But we also need to remember and hold truth and solace in the fact that He did this not to cause us sadness and despair. Our heart could never hold it. Jesus died so we could live and stand before our righteous and Holy Father in heaven.
Nain's widow saw her son restored--but I myself have been raised to newness of life. Peter's wife's mother was cured of the fever--but I of the greater plague of sin. Out of Magdalene seven devils were cast--but a whole legion out of me. Mary and Martha were favored with visits--but He dwells with me. His mother bare His body--but He is formed in me the hope of glory. In nothing behind the holy women in debt, let me not be behind them in gratitude or sorrow. "Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears His feet I'll lave-- Constant still in heart abiding, Weep for Him who died to save."