DAY 135 Read Psalm 81; 82; 91; 102.
Today's reading: Again we read a number of psalms that breathe a spirit of quiet trust in God despite the troubles that plague our lives.
Memory gem: "I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust" (Psalm 91:2).
Thought for today:
You know, dear friends, the clouds may sometimes hide the sunshine in life. In fact, they often do. But we may always have radiant inward life. And in the far land of trial and tribulation--yes, even in the cave of discouragement--we may hear the voice of God in our hearts. As the prophet Isaiah says: "And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left" (Isaiah 30:21). Faith in Christ as our Saviour will keep us to the end.
Eisleben is just a little German town, but one of the most interesting in the world. At one end of the town, in a house which was then an inn, Martin Luther was born on a November night in 1483. At the other end of the town stands the inn in which he died. It is a strange coincidence that one of the greatest men of the last ten centuries should have been born in an inn and also have died in one.
Luther had returned to Eisleben to reconcile two brothers. He spent the last days of his life working for Christ. On the night of February 18, 1546, he awoke in great pain and cried out: "Lord God, how I suffer! I believe I am going to remain here in Eisleben, where I was born and baptized." Then he sank into a stupor.
Later, a friend aroused him by asking, "Reverend Father, do you stand firm for Christ and the doctrines you have preached?"
He barely whispered, "Yes." Then those impressive eyes, which had opened for the first time sixty-three years before in that same town, closed for the last time, and Luther was at rest. But his faith had sustained him.
Today's reading: Again we read a number of psalms that breathe a spirit of quiet trust in God despite the troubles that plague our lives.
Memory gem: "I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust" (Psalm 91:2).
Thought for today:
You know, dear friends, the clouds may sometimes hide the sunshine in life. In fact, they often do. But we may always have radiant inward life. And in the far land of trial and tribulation--yes, even in the cave of discouragement--we may hear the voice of God in our hearts. As the prophet Isaiah says: "And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left" (Isaiah 30:21). Faith in Christ as our Saviour will keep us to the end.
Eisleben is just a little German town, but one of the most interesting in the world. At one end of the town, in a house which was then an inn, Martin Luther was born on a November night in 1483. At the other end of the town stands the inn in which he died. It is a strange coincidence that one of the greatest men of the last ten centuries should have been born in an inn and also have died in one.
Luther had returned to Eisleben to reconcile two brothers. He spent the last days of his life working for Christ. On the night of February 18, 1546, he awoke in great pain and cried out: "Lord God, how I suffer! I believe I am going to remain here in Eisleben, where I was born and baptized." Then he sank into a stupor.
Later, a friend aroused him by asking, "Reverend Father, do you stand firm for Christ and the doctrines you have preached?"
He barely whispered, "Yes." Then those impressive eyes, which had opened for the first time sixty-three years before in that same town, closed for the last time, and Luther was at rest. But his faith had sustained him.
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