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| − | <p>The Gospel of the Infancy<br> | + | <p>[[The Gospel of the Infancy]]<br> |
| − | The Coming of Jesus Christ<br>
| + | [[The Coming of Jesus Christ]]<br> |
| − | The Mother and Child<br> | + | [[The Mother and Child]]<br> |
| − | The Watchfulness of God<br> | + | [[The Watchfulness of God]]<br> |
| − | The Holy Childhood<br> | + | [[The Holy Childhood]]<br> |
| − | The Youth of Jesus Christ<br> | + | [[The Youth of Jesus Christ]]<br> |
| − | The Shadow of the Cross<br> | + | [[The Shadow of the Cross]]<br> |
| − | "Not Dead, But Sleeps"<br> | + | [["Not Dead, But Sleeps"]]<br> |
| − | "Lord, Save me"<br> | + | [["Lord, Save me"]]<br> |
| − | The Children’s Friend<br> | + | [[The Children’s Friend]]<br> |
| − | The Teacher by the Sea<br> | + | [[The Teacher by the Sea]]<br> |
| − | Christ at the Door<br> | + | [[Christ at the Door]]<br> |
| − | <strong>The Lord is my Shepherd</strong><br> | + | [[The Lord is my Shepherd]]<br> |
| − | The Compassion of Christ<br> | + | [[The Compassion of Christ]]<br> |
| − | Unrequited Love<br>
| + | [[Unrequited Love]]<br> |
| − | The Coming of the King<br> | + | [[The Coming of the King.]]<br> |
| − | Remember Jesus Christ<br> | + | [[Remember Jesus Christ]]<br> |
| − | <strong>The Lesson of Service</strong><br> | + | [[The Lesson of Service]]<br> |
| − | The Refuge in Sorrow<br> | + | [[The Refuge in Sorrow]]<br> |
| − | "Could You Not Watch One Hour?"<br> | + | [["Could You Not Watch One Hour?"]]<br> |
| − | <strong>Why Did Peter Fail?</strong><br> | + | [[Why Did Peter Fail?]]<br> |
| − | "What Shall I do with Jesus?"<br> | + | [["What Shall I do with Jesus?"]]<br> |
| − | "Behold the Man"<br> | + | [["Behold the Man"]]<br> |
| − | The Great Mystery of Love<br> | + | [[The Great Mystery of Love]]<br> |
| − | Last at the Cross, First at the Grave<br> | + | [[Last at the Cross, First at the Grave]]<br> |
| − | The Women Friends of Jesus<br> | + | [[The Women Friends of Jesus]]<br> |
| − | The Walk to Emmaus<br> | + | [[The Walk to Emmaus]]<br> |
| − | The King and His Kingdom<br> | + | [[The King and His Kingdom]]<br> |
| − | The Parting Blessing<br><br> | + | [[The Parting Blessing]] |
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| − | The Gospel of the <em>Infancy</em><br><br>
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| − | We look for the glory of the life of Jesus in His <em>manhood's </em>years. Then He wrought great miracles, revealing His divine power. Then He spoke His wonderful words which have touched the world with their influence of blessing. Then He went about doing good, showing the love of God in all His common life, and on His cross. We do not turn to the <em>infancy </em>of Jesus for supernatural revealings. The apocryphal Gospels have their <em>legends </em>of infant prodigies, but we do not accept these, and are careful to say that Jesus wrought no miracles and showed no revealings of deity—until He had been anointed with the Holy Spirit.<br><br>
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| − | Yet in no portion of the life of Jesus Christ is there really greater glory than His birth. Nothing showed more love for the world—than His condescending to be born. We would say that the <em>heart </em>of the gospel was the <em>cross</em>—but the first act of redemption was the Incarnation, when the Son of God emptied Himself of His divine attributes and entered human life in all the feebleness and helpfulness of infancy. In its revealing of love and grace, the <em>cradle </em>of Jesus is as marvelous as His <em>cross</em>.<br><br>
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| − | It is impossible to sum up the blessings of this holy Infancy. Wonderful has been the ministry even of the pictures of the infant Jesus. Where the story of the birth of Christ is known, the world becomes a safer place for all children; hearts are gentler and truer, and the air is sweeter where the Christmas message is told.<br><br>
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| − | We should learn to reverence childhood. The home to which a baby has come—is a sacred place. The parents who fail to understand the blessing that has come to them in their little one—are missing a revelation as glorious as the burning bush, before which Moses was bidden to take off his shoes!<br><br>
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| − | The Coming of Jesus Christ<br><br>
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| − | We wonder at the strange reception Jesus had in this world. We would have thought that He would be welcomed enthusiastically. But He came almost <em>unobserved</em>. Some lowly shepherds, learning through an angelic vision of what had happened, came in to see the wonderful Child. But that was all. The great event made no stir in Jerusalem. "His own received Him not."<br><br>
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| − | But one day Jerusalem was startled by the coming of a delegation of <em>wise men </em>from the Far East. They spoke of a <em>King </em>who had been born in the country of the Jews. Neither Herod nor the rulers had any thought of such an event in their midst. The world does not recognize its true royalty.<br><br>
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| − | Tradition says they were <em>kings </em>who came. They certainly were thoughtful men—reverent, devout, sincere seekers after that which is good and true. They were men of character; they were also rich, for they came laden with treasures of gold, frankincense and myrrh. Yet they <em>bowed down </em>to this Child King, whom they found in lowly circumstances, giving Him highest honor, and laying their gifts at His feet. Even this incident, however, made no lasting impression. The people were indifferent. None of them followed the<em>Magi </em>to worship their King. The only result was the <em>tragedy </em>of Bethlehem—the <em>slaying of the little children </em>in Herod's jealous plot to destroy the new-born King!<br><br>
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| − | So it is always. <em>Jesus divides men. </em>Many turn from the glory of His life with indifference. They ignore Him. They laugh at His friends adoring of Him, and their faith in Him. They see no beauty in Him.<br><br>
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| − | Yet always there are those who see in Jesus, the King of glory. They are drawn to Him in love that becomes a very fire in their hearts. They stop at no cost or sacrifice in following and serving Him. They bring Him their best treasures—not money—but the gold, frankincense and myrrh of their <em>hearts!</em><br><br>
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| − | Christ never disappoints any who are drawn to Him in adoration and devotion. Visions of beauty and blessing in Him never fade out. Every hope in Him is realized. None who ever turn to Him in need and heart-hunger, will fail to be satisfied. Every promise that He gives becomes a glorious reality to those who accept it.<br>
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| − | The Mother and the Child<br><br>
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| − | The picture of the <em>Virgin Mother </em>and the <em>Holy Child </em>has wrought itself inextricably into the life of Christendom. It is a blessed evangel wherever it is seen, sweetening homes, softening hearts, inspiring heavenly aspirations. But in the light of the story of Jesus Christ, every mother and child has a deep interest to all true-hearted men. To the reverent mind, <em>motherhood is always sacred</em>. When a little child is laid in the arms of a mother, a <em>holy trust </em>is committed to her, an immortal life in its first beginnings, which she is to train and make ready for its mission.<br><br>
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| − | It was a holy trust indeed that was committed to Mary, when she was chosen to be the mother of the Redeemer. It behooved her to be <em>holy </em>in her own person, and <em>diligent </em>in her care of her child. But scarcely less serious is the responsibility of every mother. She does not know for what lofty mission her child has been born. Her hand must never slacken, nor must she fail God in her duty as a mother, else she may wreck a divine plan for a life.<br><br>
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| − | Great is a mother's <em>joy</em>, as she sees her child grow up in beauty and strength—the answer to her prayers, the fruit of her faithfulness. Ofttimes, too, <em>sorrow </em>falls to the lot of motherhood. When Mary presented her Child to God in the Temple, she was granted a vision of His future greatness—but she was shown a vision also of a day when she would stand by His cross, her own heart <em>pierced </em>by the nails that pierced His hands and feet!<br><br>
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| − | The veil is not lifted to reveal to other mothers, what experiences their children may meet—yet there are few mothers whose love does not bring them <em>grief </em>as well as <em>joy</em>. There is always pain in the responsibility of motherhood, in <em>love's solicitudes</em>. Many times, too, is there sorrow over the <em>failure of bright dreams</em>. Sometimes it is <em>suffering </em>in her children, that makes the mother stand pale and with anguished heart beside them. Or it may be their <em>early death </em>that is the cause of her grief. Motherhood never misses pain. But <em>pain enriches. </em>Only the mother who suffers—learns love's holiest secrets.<br><br>
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| − | The Watchfulness of God<br><br>
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| − | Does God watch over the lives of little children on the earth? Does He keep guard over imperiled infancy? The story of the <em>flight of the Holy Family to Egypt </em>answers the question in the case of <em>one </em>infant life. It was a flight divinely ordered and directed. The Child Jesus was in danger. There was no human way of escape. He who had come to earth to be the Redeemer of men—was about to be slain in His cradle!<br><br>
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| − | Then Heaven interfered for His deliverance. An angel came to Joseph, bidding him hasten away, because the life of the Child was in peril. Instantly the command was obeyed, and when Herod's soldiers came—the Child they were sent to destroy, was safe beyond their reach.<br><br>
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| − | The Child Jesus was unique in the world's history—but the same providence that watched over His infancy, watches over the infancy of every child. To our eyes, evil seems to strike where it pleases. <em>Weakness </em>appears to have no defense against <em>strength</em>. Pestilence knows no distinction when it comes into a community—but enters the home of the evil and the good with like impunity. But ever Heaven is watching. There are lives no pestilence can touch. There is a wall of protection about them, which nothing can pass. The child who has a mission for God in the future—cannot be stricken in his cradle!<br><br>
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| − | Only one thing need concern us—the doing of our duty, hour by hour, as it comes to us. We have nothing whatever to do with the keeping of our own lives. We never need to ask whether a certain way is safe for us. Absolutely the only question we need to ask is—what God would have us to do. His way is the safe way, though it be through a thousand perils. If we listen for the divine voice and the follow it without question, we shall ever be under the wings and protection of God.<br><br>
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| − | The legends tell of the way the Holy Family were led, protected and provided for, in the flight to Egypt. We call these <em>apocryphal</em>stories. But no matter. Heaven was really open over these peasant travelers all the way. So heaven is open over everyone who seeks safety and care in obedience to the divine command.<br><br>
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| − | The Holy Childhood<br><br>
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| − | We are apt to think that, as a <em>child</em>, Jesus must have been <em>different </em>from other children. When we remember that He was the Son of God, it seems to us that there must have been <em>divine revealings </em>even in His infancy. The <em>apocryphal </em>Gospels make the story of Christ's <em>boyhood </em>a "blaze of miracles." But in their efforts to show His divine character, they give us a most undivine portraiture. The Child Jesus, as they depict Him—is cruel, vindictive, smiting down other children that resist His desires. His bearing is harsh and ungentle. He is mischievous and domineering.<br><br>
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| − | Altogether different, however, is the portraiture of the childhood of Jesus given in the Gospels. He grew up among other children, with nothing in Him to set Him apart from them. He was not precocious—but learned His lessons by hard study, as they did. He was humble and simple in His manner, obedient to His parents, gentle to all about Him, sweet and beautiful in His disposition. He was the Son of God—but the divine glory in Him was revealed in a perfectly <em>natural </em>human childhood.<br><br>
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| − | We may think of the <em>influences </em>amid which this Holy Child grew up. His <em>home life </em>was pure and gentle, with an atmosphere of love and prayer. Nazareth was like a garden in its beauty. The village, nestling within a circlet of hills, has been described as "like a handful of pearls in a goblet of emeralds."<br><br>
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| − | We know that in one sense, the Child Jesus was different from other children—He was <em>sinless</em>. This means that He lived a life of communion with God from His earliest years. But this did not make Him <em>unnatural </em>or <em>unwholesome </em>in His life—it only made Him the <em>sweeter</em>. Love always ruled in Him. He was gentle and thoughtful, never unkind, severe, censorious. His sinlessness did not make Him a <em>prodigy </em>among His playmates. The <em>divine </em>in Him was revealed in the <em>graces </em>which everywhere are recognized as the fruits of the Holy Spirit.<br><br>
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| − | Artists seek to put the most marvelous beauty into the face of the Child Jesus. No doubt He was beautiful. The <em>heart </em>makes the<em>face</em>, and the perfect love and grace that dwelt in Him must have made His countenance altogether lovely!<br><br>
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| − | The Youth of Jesus Christ<br><br>
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| − | Though it is very little, enough is told us of the <em>youth </em>of Jesus Christ—to enable us to fill out a very beautiful picture. One of the charms of <em>childhood, </em>is its continual unfolding, as when a rosebud opens, little by little, until the full-blown rose delights us. The growth of Jesus was not abnormal—but natural. It was not in piety only that He grew—but physically, as well—He "waxed strong," and "advanced in stature." He also became "filled with wisdom," which means that He was a diligent learner. We are told also that "the grace of God was upon Him," and that He "<em>advanced </em>in favor with God and men." This means that His life <em>grew </em>more and more beautiful and loveable continually.<br><br>
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| − | A single word gives us another glimpse of His youth—the "carpenter." He wrought at a trade, until he dropped His tools to begin His public ministry. It means a great deal to a tired man, as he reads the story, to be able to say,<br><br>
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| − | "Yes, yes, a carpenter, same trade as mine,<br>
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| − | It warms my heart as I read that line.<br>
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| − | I can stand the hard work; I can stand the poor pay,<br>
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| − | For I'll see that Carpenter at no distant day!"<br><br>
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| − | Another thing about the youth of Jesus, is that He found the sphere for His glorious life with all its powers—in life's <em>common duties</em>. We might think that being the Son of God—He would be exempt from the tasks of ordinary childhood. But He differed in no sense in this respect from other children. At His first visit to the temple He seems to have become fully aware of His relation to the heavenly Father. But with this new glory in His heart, He went back to His peasant home with His mother and Joseph and was<em>subject </em>to them. He found His "Father's business" in the <em>obedience</em>, <em>obligations </em>and <em>tasks </em>of His lowly station.<br><br>
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| − | The youth of Jesus teaches that the truest and divinest life—is the one that in its place, high or low, does best, the will of God. Browning tells of an angel who took the place of a discontented boy and did his lowly task work.<br><br>
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| − | "He did God's will—to Him all one<br>
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| − | If on the earth or in the sun."<br><br>
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| − | Jesus teaches us that the life of the carpenter's apprentice, is as holy as the ministry of a radiant angel about God's throne!<br><br>
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| − | The Shadow of the Cross<br><br>
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| − | The <em>cross </em>did not come to Jesus as a surprise—its shadow rested on Him in the brightest, busiest days. There was no hour when He did not see what the <em>end </em>would be. Other men are born to <em>live</em>—Jesus was born to <em>die</em>. Other men look forward to a goal of splendid success in the world—great achievements, worthy attainments, power, position, honor—the goal of Jesus was <em>His cross!</em><br><br>
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| − | In His earliest infancy the shadow fell over Him. He was saved from death, only by flight into Egypt. When John the Baptist pointed Him out to his friends as the Messiah, he spoke of Him as the Lamb of God, the Lamb of <em>Sacrifice</em>.<br><br>
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| − | In His teaching, Jesus revealed from the first, His consciousness of His appointment to death. One of the earliest incidents of His public life was His conversation with Nicodemus, to whom He said that the Son of Man must be <em>lifted up</em>, that is, on His <em>Cross</em>, that all might see Him and believe. He told the people, too, that they would <em>destroy </em>the temple, meaning His body. When Peter, speaking for all the disciples, said that He was the Christ, thinking, however, of a glorious earthly royalty, Jesus began at once to say that He must <em>suffer </em>many things and must be <em>killed</em>. This was His own interpretation of the Messiahship which His disciples had so nobly confessed.<br><br>
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| − | When two of His followers, dreaming of the brilliant court of the great King that they <em>supposed </em>their Master about to become, asked <em>first places </em>in His kingdom, He spoke to them of a <em>cup </em>He must drink and a <em>baptism </em>with which He must be baptized; and asked them if they were ready for such a course as His must be. When a feast was given in His honor and a woman anointed Him, He said she had done it for His <em>burial</em>. When He would give His friends a <em>memorial </em>of His love, it was not His wonderful teachings, nor do His great miracles that he asked them to remember—but that He had given Himself for them.<br><br>
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| − | Thus from the infancy to the close, the <em>shadow of the cross </em>rested upon the soul of Jesus. Yet it did not sadden Him. Never a sunnier-hearted man lived, than He. He knew the <em>meaning </em>of the cross, that it would make <em>redemption </em>for the world—so He went to it with joy, singing a hymn as He left the upper room for the garden of Gethsemane!<br><br>
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| − | Not Dead—but Sleeps<br><br>
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| − | It is a charming story. Probably <em>Jairus </em>would not have sought Him now, but for his distress. <em>Trouble </em>turns many a heart to Christ, that otherwise would never have gone to Him. This little girl was the father's <em>only </em>child. That made her <em>dearer</em>. She was now at the point of death. That made the case most <em>urgent</em>.<br><br>
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| − | Jairus Believed that if only Jesus would come and lay His hands on her, that she would live. The Master responded instantly, and He set out with the anxious father. But there was an <em>interruption</em>. As they were pressing their way through the crowd, a poor woman reached out her hand and touched the Master's garment. We might think that Jesus would not have allowed Himself to be detained for a moment, even by another case of need—but He lingered to help the woman.<br><br>
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| − | When He was ready to go on, a messenger came and said to the ruler, "Your daughter is dead! Why trouble the Teacher any further?" When death comes—all is over. But Jesus said quietly to the father, "Fear not, only believe." It is never <em>too late </em>for Him to help. So they went on to the house.<br><br>
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| − | Already the professional mourners were in charge, making their noisy clamor. Jesus sought to quiet the tumult—but the mourners paid no heed to His words, only laughed at Him. The world still laughs at the hope of immortality. Then He exercised His authority and bade them all leave the room. He only permitted the <em>parents </em>and three of His own <em>disciples</em> to be with Him. Only <em>love </em>and<em>faith </em>could be admitted to a scene of such solemnity and awe. Besides, it was fitting that when the little girl awoke—she should not be abashed by the presence of a <em>crowd </em>in her room.<br><br>
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| − | The manner of working the miracle was beautiful. The Master had a most tender love for children, and this was a child. He did not merely call her—but <em>took her hand</em>, and then said, "Little girl, I say to you, get up!" There was no <em>delay</em>, no slow returning of the life. <em>Instantly </em>the child rose up and walked. Either their great joy at having their daughter back again, or their feeling of awe at what had taken place, caused the parents to forget the child's need, until Jesus bade them to give her something to eat.<br><br>
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| − | Lord, Save Me!<br><br>
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| − | It was one of the strangest nights of our Lord's life. In the evening He sent the disciples out upon the sea alone. Then He went up into the mountain and spent the night with His Father. A storm came on, and the little boat was wildly tossed in the waves. From His place of prayer—<em>Jesus kept His eye on His disciples</em>. He saw them distressed in rowing, and toward morning He came to them, walking on the water.<br><br>
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| − | Then it was that Peter called to Jesus, "Bid me come unto You upon the waters." It was just like Peter, loving and eager—but impetuous and rash. Still, the Master said "Come!" and instantly the disciple stepped out from the boat. While he kept his eye on his <em>Master</em>—he walked on the water as if it were solid pavement. But for a moment he saw the <em>waves</em>, and at once began to sink!<br><br>
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| − | In his despair he cried, <em>"Lord, save me!" </em>and immediately Jesus reached out His hand and lifted him out of the waters. But while He was rescuing him, He said, "O you of little faith, why did you doubt?" The words show that Peter need not have sunk into the sea. He could have continued to walk on the water as he began. Jesus had bidden him to come, and the <em>bidding </em>implies <em>ability </em>to do it.<br><br>
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| − | Nothing is impossible to <em>faith</em>. A good man said, "Doing what can't be done—is the glory of Christian living." Anybody can do the things that can be done—but it is the privilege of the Christian to do what cannot be done. It was a prayer of Augustine's, "Command what You will, then give what You command." It is only the littleness of our faith, that causes our achieving to fall below what our Master expects of us.<br><br>
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| − | Though Peter's peril was caused by his own fear, the Master did not disregard his cry. He is patient with our failures, pitiful with our weaknesses, and His love never wearies in delivering us. But why should our faith be so small? The Strong One is ever beside us. When we are doing what He has bidden us to do, when we are in a place to which He has sent us—we need never fear nor falter; we cannot fail—but through the failure of our own faith.<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Children's Friend</strong><br><br>
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| − | Jesus loved the children. He was pleased, too, to have them come to Him. His disciples would have kept back the mothers with their children, but He said, "Let the little children to come unto Me; forbid them not: for to <em>such </em>belongs the kingdom of God." Then He took them in His arms and blessed them.<br><br>
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| − | Jesus repeatedly showed His love for children. Once when His disciples asked, "Who is <em>greatest </em>in the kingdom of heaven?" He called a little child, and, taking him in His arms, said, "Whoever <strong>humbles </strong>himself like this child—is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven."<br><br>
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| − | Sometimes children are despised on earth. "It is <em>only </em>a child," men say, and pass on. But Jesus was never too weary to give attention to a little child.<br><br>
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| − | On every page of the gospel we see the figure of Jesus standing, reaching out His hands to the children. Indeed, there is no place in His kingdom for any but those who become <em>like </em>children. The old must become <em>like </em>children again—before they can enter the heavenly household.<br><br>
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| − | A picture by Watts represents an old man, worn and feeble, lying back in his chair, dying. Round him lie the signs of all that he has been doing in his busy life. Then above his head is an angel bearing away his soul, newborn through death, in the form of a baby child. That is the way it must be at last with us all. Before we can enter heaven we must become <em>like </em>little children. Of such and of such only—is the kingdom. "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become <em>like little children</em>, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven!" Matthew 18:3<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Teacher by the Sea</strong><br><br>
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| − | Jesus loved the <em>Sea of Galilee</em>. It is only a small lake, and yet no other body of water on the earth is so <em>sacred</em>. It is associated with many holy memories of our Lord's life. He wrought many of His <em>miracles </em>along its shores. He often sailed upon its waters with His disciples. Several times He was in the <em>storms </em>that are so frequent on the Lake, and by His word quieted the winds and calmed the raging waves.<br><br>
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| − | Many of Christ's wonderful words were spoken by the sea. Sometimes He would sit in a fishing-boat, anchored a little way from the land, and speak to the people on the shore. He was a wonderful teacher. He was the Son of God. Other great teachers <em>declare </em>the truth—Jesus <em>was </em>Himself the truth.<br><br>
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| − | He <em>revealed God </em>in His <em>teaching</em>. He was called <em>the Word</em>. A word <em>reveals</em>. The world could not by any searching find out God—but Jesus revealed Him. He was God Himself, speaking to men. Not in His teachings only did He make God known—but also in His <em>life</em>. People saw the heart of God—in Christ's life of purity, gentleness, kindness, compassion and mercy. He said, "He who has seen <em>Me—</em>has seen the <em>Father</em>." Other men have taught beautiful lessons, inculcated a lofty morality—but in their own <em>lives </em>have failed to exemplify their teachings. Every word that Jesus spoke—was a beam of light shining out in His own character.<br><br>
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| − | Jesus was a most <em>gracious </em>teacher. The world was stained with sin—and He brought the revealing of <em>divine mercy</em>. Everywhere men were unhappy and unsatisfied, and He spoke of <em>rest</em>. There was sorrow in every home—and He came with <em>comfort</em>. People were groping in darkness—and He came to lead them in the right way.<br><br>
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| − | The influence of the teachings of Christ is immeasurable. One compares the words of Christ to a <em>handful of spices </em>cast into the world's bitter waters—to sweeten them. They are also, as suggested in one of His own seaside parables, a <em>handful of heavenly seeds </em>scattered over dreary wastelands—to change them into a garden. His wondrous teachings have touched all the world's life and have left cleansing, enriching and uplifting everywhere!<br><br>
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| − | There is silence now on the lonely and deserted shores of the Sea of Galilee, where once the great Teacher spoke—but the words that fell there from His lips—have lost none of their graciousness, their life, their heavenly music. "Heaven and earth shall pass away," He said, "but My words shall never pass away!"<br><br>
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| − | <strong>Christ at the Door</strong><br><br>
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| − | Perhaps no other great picture ever painted, is richer in its spiritual teachings than Holman Hunt's <em>"Light of the World." </em>It is a gospel in itself. The Savior of men stands before us in imposing <em>beauty</em>, masterful and kingly in His strength. He is clad in a priestly robe, indicating His office as <em>Redeemer</em>. On His head is a crown, suggesting <em>royalty</em>—but it is a crown of thorns, reminding us of His suffering and sacrifice. His form is <em>luminous</em>—He is the Light of the world, not only in His teaching—but also in His person, His character. He carries in His hand a lantern, symbol of His teachings, which have gone into all the world, a lamp to men's feet, showing them how to live—and giving joy and comfort everywhere!<br><br>
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| − | The <em>character </em>of the Savior in the picture, is also in accordance with the representation of the Scriptures. He is standing at the door of a cottage, interpreting His own word in the Revelation: "Behold, I stand at the door and knock." His face shows eager love and yearning. He <em>longs </em>to be admitted. He does not wait to be sought—but <em>seeks </em>to save and to bless, coming Himself from heaven to men's very doors to be their guest. In this representation we have the whole meaning of the Incarnation, with its love and condescension, its revealings of tenderness and compassion, its sacrifice.<br><br>
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| − | He is knocking, and there is no indication that His knocking is heeded within. The door is still shut; there is no sign that it is being opened. Yet the <em>heavenly Friend </em>has not grown impatient, does not turn away. He stands in a listening attitude, and continues to knock. All divine love, grace, and yearning—are expressed in His face as He stands there.<br><br>
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| − | As we look closely at the picture, we find another teaching in it. There is <em>no </em>knob or latch <em>outside </em>the door. It can be opened only from within. We have also in the word in Revelation: "Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man hears My voice and <em>opens</em>the door—I will come in to Him." Why does He not <em>force </em>the door and enter with the blessing He longs to bestow? That is not the way of love. It only knocks and waits. We can shut it out if we will. We can shut out the mighty, patient, loving Christ, if we will. Have we opened to Him? Will we?<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Lord is My Shepherd</strong><br><br>
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| − | The <em>shepherd </em>is a favorite Scriptural picture of the divine love and care. In the Old Testament, the twenty-third Psalm gathers the whole wonderful truth in exquisite lines, which are dear to young and old wherever the Bible is known. Then in the New Testament, when our Lord would give His friends the sweetest revealings of His heart toward them, and tell them what they are to Him and what He would be to them—He says, <em>"I am the Good Shepherd."</em><br><br>
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| − | The Hebrew shepherd <strong>lives </strong>with his sheep. If they are out in the storm—he is with them. If they are exposed to danger—so is he. Just so, Christ lives with His people. He enters into closest relations with them.<br><br>
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| − | The shepherd <strong>knows </strong>his sheep. He has a <em>name </em>for each one and calls them all by their names. Just so, Christ knows each one of His friends, has intimate personal knowledge of each one. He knows the best in us—and also the worst—our faults, our sins, our wanderings. Yet, knowing us as we are—He loves us still and never wearies of us!<br><br>
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| − | The shepherd is most <strong>gentle </strong>with his sheep. He does not <em>drive </em>them—but goes before them and <em>leads </em>them. When they need rest on the way—he makes them lie down, and chooses for their resting-place, not the dusty road—but <em>green pastures</em>. He is especially kind to the <em>lambs</em>, gathers them in his arms and carries them in his bosom. All this is an exquisite picture of the <em>gentleness of our Good Shepherd in His care of His sheep. </em>He is thoughtful toward the weak. He loves the <em>lambs </em>and makes room for them on His bosom. Whatever the need is, there is something in the heart of Christ which meets its craving and supplies its lack!<br><br>
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| − | The shepherd <strong>defends </strong>his flock in all danger. Often he had to risk his own safety, even his life, in protecting his sheep. Just so, the Good Shepherd gives His <em>life</em>—for His sheep!<br><br>
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| − | Christ's sheep are absolutely <strong>safe </strong>in His keeping. "I give unto them eternal life," He said; "and they will never perish—ever! No one will snatch them out of My hand!" Then at last, He will bring His own all <em>safely home</em>, "and they shall become one flock—with one Shepherd!"<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Compassion of Christ</strong><br><br>
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| − | Every revealing of Christ showed His <em>sympathy </em>with the <em>weak </em>and the <em>wronged</em>. That was not the <em>way of the world </em>in His day. The strong oppressed the weak. No provision was made for the feeble, the destitute. All that we see in the world <em>today </em>of pity, of sympathy—is the fruit of Christ's own life and teaching. All hospitals and refuges, all the vast work done now in institutions for the blind, the crippled, the insane, the aged, the orphaned—is the continuance of the gracious ministry of Jesus, which He Himself began nineteen hundred years ago.<br><br>
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| − | The <em>heart </em>of Christ was ever <em>sensitive to human distress</em>. No cry of pain failed to awake sympathy in His breast. The people soon discovered this. They were not used to it in their teachers and rulers. But they soon learned that <em>Jesus </em>really <em>cared </em>for them, that He really <em>sympathized </em>with them in their suffering and need—and that He could <em>help </em>them. Wherever He went, the sick were brought to Him, the blind, the demoniac, and no one was ever turned away unhealed.<br><br>
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| − | But it was not only those with <em>physical </em>ills who found sympathy at the hands of Jesus. There are far greater needs than those of the body. An Arctic explorer was asked whether, in their long experience of need, he and his companions had suffered greatly from the <em>pangs of hunger</em>. He answered that they forgot their hunger—in the sense of abandonment, in the feeling that their countrymen were making no effort to relieve them. The hardest thing the poor, the sick and the suffering of our Lord's time had to bear—was that nobody cared for them. But Jesus cared! He had pity on them because of their physical needs—but His compassion was stirred chiefly because He saw them as <em>wandering sheep that had no shepherd</em>.<br><br>
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| − | Wherever Jesus appeared—human <em>distress found Him</em>. There can be no truer picture of Him, than one which represents Him in the midst of needy ones, all of whom look to Him for help. He was ever speaking <em>gracious words </em>which fell like heavenly music on the ears of those who heard them. Take one of His words for illustration: "Come unto Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden—and I will give you rest." If Jesus had never spoken another word but that—He would have been the <em>world's greatest benefactor! </em>What millions have heard His call—and in Him have found <em>blessed rest! </em>Forever will that gracious word continue to be spoken to earth's weary ones—and forever will hungry hearts welcome it as offering all they need!<br><br>
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| − | <strong>Unrequited Love</strong><br><br>
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| − | Jesus came as the long-awaited <em>Messiah</em>—but His own people did not receive Him. A few individuals accepted Him, among them, the Twelve and a little company of men and women. These were <em>ardently devoted </em>to Him. They believed in His Messiahship, although they did not understand what it meant. But the Jewish <em>nation </em>did not receive Him. The <em>rulers </em>never believed in Him. They opposed Him from the beginning, and their opposition grew in bitterness until at last they nailed Him on a cross! This was their<em>return—</em>for His love.<br><br>
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| − | Christ's reproofs of the Jewish people for their rejection, were very severe. Some of them were spoken in the temple, before He finally left it. Some were spoken to the disciples from the Mount of Olives. He laid bare the hearts of the religious teachers and rulers. They bound heavy burdens on the people—but they themselves did not touch them with one of their fingers. They devoured widows' houses, and then made long prayers—that men might think them 'holy'. They paid tithes of the smallest things—but judgment, mercy and faith they omitted from their lives. They were careful to keep their <em>dishes </em>clean—but they paid no heed to their own inner lives!<br><br>
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| − | It was with breaking heart, that He told them of the doom that was impending. "O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, that kills the prophets, and stones those who are sent unto her! How often would I have gathered your children together, even as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings—and you would not! Behold, your house is left unto you desolate!"<br><br>
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| − | There are <em>two marvels </em>here. One is that the <em>religious leaders could have rejected Jesus Christ!</em> He came doing good, going about in a marvelous ministry of mercy. He came offering them all the blessing of eternal life. How could they despise and reject Him?<br><br>
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| − | The other marvel is that <em>Jesus kept love in His heart</em>, through all their rejection! On Palm Sunday, as He was riding into the city amid the acclaim and enthusiasm of the people, when He passed the crest of the hill and the city came into His view, He broke into loud weeping and cried, "If you had known, in this your day, even you, the things which belong to they peace! But now they are hidden from your eyes!" The love of Christ failed not, though unrequited, though treated so unjustly, though the response to it was the cross! His answer to the rejection—was redemption!<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Coming of the King</strong><br><br>
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| − | "Then the crowds who went ahead of Him and those who followed kept shouting: Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest heaven!" Matthew 21:9<br><br>
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| − | It was only five days before the crucifixion. This day Jesus was the people's idol. Was He Himself deceived by this popular outpouring and acclaim? Did He suppose that at last, after their rejection of Him for so long—they were now going to accept Him as their Messiah? No! He knew it was only the outburst of a day. He knew this was but the first stage of <em>His last journey to the cross</em>. As he heard the cries of the throng,<em> "Hosanna to the Son of David!"</em> there was an undertone ringing in His ear, and the words of the undertone were—<br><br>
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| − | "Ride on, ride on in majesty,<br>
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| − | In lowly pomp—ride on to die!"<br><br>
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| − | There must have been a deep spiritual meaning in the <em>triumphal entry</em>, since Jesus Himself planned it! It was a declaration of His Messiahship. The prophet had foretold that the Messiah would come in this very way. "Behold, your King comes unto you: He is just, and having salvation; lowly, riding upon an donkey." In thus claiming that He was the person to whom the prophet referred, and in thus bringing about the fulfillment in Himself, Jesus clearly proclaimed to the rulers that He was the Messiah!<br><br>
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| − | There was also in the <em>manner </em>of this triumphal entry—an announcement of the <em>character of His kingdom</em>. If it had been an <em>earthly</em>royalty that He was proclaiming, He would have come riding in a <em>war chariot. </em>The <em>donkey </em>suggested <em>lowliness </em>and <em>peace</em>. He was the<em> king of love</em>—not of strife. He came to fill the world with <em>blessing</em>—not with <em>carnage!</em><br><br>
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| − | As we look at the people in their enthusiasm and hear their rejoicings, we cannot forget that in five days the Passover throngs cried <em>"Crucify Him!" </em>and we learn <em>how fickle worldly enthusiasm is. </em>A picture by Tintoretto gives the scene of the Crucifixion after all was over. It is evening. The multitude has dispersed. The crown of thorns is lying near by. Then in the background an donkey is nibbling at some withered palm leaves. That tells the story of the<em> fickleness of the world's honor.</em><br><br>
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| − | The <em>Palm Sunday pageant </em>was but a day's spectacle. Jesus went to a cross—and not to an <em>earthly throne</em>. But in its deeper meaning His entry into Jerusalem was a <em>triumph </em>indeed. The <em>cross </em>was the way to His <em>true glory</em>. Now He is our King—and His people are with Him in His triumph.<br><br>
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| − | <strong>Remember Jesus Christ</strong><br><br>
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| − | "This is My body given for you;<em> do this in remembrance of Me." </em>Luke 22:19<br><br>
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| − | Our Master craved to be <em>remembered</em>. This showed His humanness—none of us want to be <em>forgotten</em>. We want to live in the hearts of those we love. But this was not the only reason why Christ wished to be remembered. He had come to save sinners. This was to be done by men personally to <em>love </em>Him in return. This love must be strong enough to rule our whole life—and lead us to the most complete devotion. Therefore His disciples must remember Him, for <em>remembering </em>is part of <em>love</em>.<br><br>
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| − | The Lord's Supper was intended to keep Christ always vividly in remembrance. We are to think of Him—when we have in our hands the <em>sacred memorials of His love</em>, reminding us of what He <em>did </em>to redeem us! But we are to think of Him just as devoutly—when we are away from the sacramental table, in the midst of worldly tasks and circumstances.<br><br>
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| − | If we always <em>remember Christ</em>—it will keep us faithful in our loyalty. He wants us to be just as true to Him—out on the streets, and when we are tempted and tried, as when we are at His feet in prayers.<br><br>
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| − | In a battle, there was a young soldier, only a few days enlisted, who fought as bravely as any old veteran, and died on the front line. After the battle they found in his shirt pocket, just over his heart, the picture of a fair girl's face. That was the secret of his courage. If we carry the <em>memory of Christ </em>in our hearts, in the places of trial and testing—we will never fail Him. The secret of all the noble heroisms of Christians—has been <em>passionate love for Christ</em>.<br><br>
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| − | Remembering Christ—will transform us into His likeness. Our thoughts are the builders that rear the temple of our character. If we think of unclean things our lives will become unclean. If we think of earthly things we will grow earthly. If we think of Christ, if thoughts of Him are in our mind and heart continually, we will come moment by moment into His beauty.<br><br>
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| − | The highest attainment in Christian life—is always to remember Christ, never to forget Him, to keep ever before us, His blessed face. Then we shall never lose His peace out of our hearts. Then we shall never <strong>fail </strong>Him in any duty or struggle. Then we shall never be lonely, for remembering Christ—will keep us ever conscious of His presence.<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Lesson of Service</strong><br><br>
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| − | "He got up from supper, laid aside His robe, took a towel, and tied it around Himself. Next, He poured water into a basin and began to wash His disciples' feet and to dry them with the towel tied around Him." John 13:4-5<br><br>
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| − | Serving is not an easy lesson to learn. But it is a lesson we must learn—if ever we would become like our Master. Jesus did not come to be served—but to serve. He served to the uttermost, just as He loved to the uttermost. Any service that needed to be done for another—He did as naturally and as simply as He breathed. He loved people, and was interested in them and was ready always to be helpful to them. It never mattered <em>what </em>the service was, whether it was the saving of a soul, the curing of a grievous sickness, or the giving of a cup of water—He did the <em>least </em>service—as graciously and as divinely as the <em>greatest</em>.<br><br>
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| − | <em>The washing of feet</em> was the lowliest service any man could do for another. It was the work of the <em>lowliest slave</em>. Yet Jesus without hesitation, did this service for His own disciples. Thus He taught them that nothing anyone may ever need to have done by another—is unfit for the holiest hands. We begin to be like Christ—only when we begin to <em>love </em>others enough to <em>serve </em>them, regardless of the <em>lowliness </em>of the particular service.<br><br>
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| − | One day a stranger entered an artist's studio in Milan. The artist was busy within. He was working on a painting of the <em>head of Christ </em>and appeared to take no notice of the stranger. At last he broke the silence, looked at the man and asked, <em>"Sir, does it look like Jesus—or not?"</em><br><br>
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| − | There is no surer test of the genuineness of Christian life—than in this matter of <em>serving others</em>. In serving others, we should inquire,<em> "Are we like Jesus—or not?"</em> We are too careful of our dignity. <em>When we see </em>the <em>Son of God washing His disciples' feet</em>—we should be ashamed ever to ask whether anything another may need to have done—is too <em>menial </em>for us to do. A <em>king </em>may do the lowliest kindness to the poorest peasant in his realm, and his honor will only be <em>enhanced </em>by it.<br><br>
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| − | O blessed Jesus, when I see You bending,<br>
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| − | Girt as a <em>servant—</em>at Your servants' feet,<br>
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| − | Love, lowliness, might—in zeal all blending,<br>
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| − | To wash their feet—and make them meet<br>
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| − | To share Your feast—I know not to adore,<br>
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| − | Whether Your <em>humbleness—</em>or <em>glory </em>more!<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Refuge in Sorrow</strong><br><br>
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| − | <em>'Where to go in sorrow'</em> is one of life's great questions. For there are none to whom sorrow does not come at some time. The Master, whose footprints are on all life's paths—shows us the way to the refuge in the time of trouble. He found it in <em><strong>prayer</strong></em>. "Being in <em>agony</em>—He <em>prayed</em>."<br><br>
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| − | We may<em> listen at the gate</em> of the Garden of Gethsemane, and learn <em>how </em>our Master prayed. He was facing a great sorrow and He pleaded with His Father, that it might not come to Him. We have a right, therefore, to ask in prayer that the <em>trouble </em>which seems imminent may pass, or that we may be relieved of the bitter anguish we are enduring. God will never blame us for such pleading.<br><br>
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| − | There was another element, however, in our Lord's praying. In His most intense pleading for the passing of His sorrow—He still referred all to His Father. "Nevertheless, not as <em>I</em> will—but as <em>You </em>will." There is no true prayer—which is not <em>modeled </em>after this pattern. <em>We </em>do not know what is <em>best</em>. We do not know <em>what is in the sorrow </em>for us, for others, or for the divine glory, nor what would be lost if we failed to endure it. We must leave all with our Father, saying, "Nevertheless, not as <em>I</em> will—but as <em>You </em>will."<br><br>
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| − | Then the Master found the <em>comfort </em>which He sought. His prayer was answered. The <em>cup of suffering </em>did <em>not </em>pass. The <em>bitterness</em>was <em>not </em>lessened in the smallest degree. So far as we know, not a single cruel element in the terrible experience, was eliminated or even mitigated, because of the prayer in the Garden. The answer came in another way. The Holy Sufferer was <em>strengthened </em>to accept the sorrow and endure it! And was not that an answer? Was it not a better answer than if the dreadful anguish had been diminished? The pleading grew less intense as He went back again and again into the depths of the Garden, and at the end—the struggle was over, victory had been won, and He was at peace!<br><br>
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| − | Prayer is <em>always </em>answered. It is answered either directly in the giving to us of what we ask; or in ourselves, in <em>enabling us </em>to accept the will of God and rejoice. We shall never seek this <em>refuge of prayer </em>in vain. We shall always find <em>comfort </em>there, and<em>peace</em>, and always God will meet us to <em>strengthen </em>us!<br><br>
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| − | One of the saddest elements in the Gethsemane experience, was<em> our Lord's disappointment in His disciples</em>. He chose the three best-loved of them all, and asked them to be <em>near </em>Him during His great agony. He hoped to get <em>strength </em>from their sympathy. While He went through His mysterious struggle, they should have been <em>watching </em>near by. But when He returned to them to be helped by their love—they were asleep. This happened three times. His friends <em>failed </em>Him in His hour of sorest need!<br><br>
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| − | One of the <em>legends </em>of the Brittany peasants, tells how the <em>robin </em>got its <em>red breast</em>. The day of the Crucifixion, as Jesus was being led out to Calvary, a bird, pitying Him as He went on His way of sorrows, flew down and plucked on thorn from the crown of thorns He was wearing. The blood spurted from the wound and splashed the bird's breast. Ever since, the peasants say, the robin has had a <em>spot of red </em>upon its breast, in remembrance of its pity for the Master that day of sorrows.<br><br>
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| − | The disciples had it in their power that night, not literally to pluck thorns from their Master's brow—but to <em>strengthen </em>Him by their sympathy, and to make His struggle a little easier. But they missed their opportunity, and made the Gethsemane experience <em>harder</em>for Him!<br><br>
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| − | There was something <em>inexpressibly sad </em>in our Lord's question, "What, could you no watch with Me <em>for one hour?</em>" It showed the bitterness of His disappointment. His request of them was a most reasonable one—it was only for <em>one hour </em>that He had asked them to watch. An hour is not long to keep awake. Then it was a service of love, that He requested of them, and love should count nothing hard, especially love for such a friend as Jesus was to His disciples.<br><br>
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| − | Then it was of Peter, personally, who Jesus asked the question. Peter had professed <em>undying loyalty and devotion </em>but an hour before. Others might be untrue to Jesus—but <em>he </em>could not be! Yet Peter was one of those who wearied in watching before one little hour had passed!<br><br>
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| − | The Master no longer needs us to watch with Him personally in hours of anguish—but He is represented by His cause and by His people, and there is continual call for the <em>watching of love and sympathy</em>. Let us not disappoint our Master!<br><br>
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| − | <strong>Why Did Peter Fail?</strong><br><br>
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| − | One of the saddest disappointments of the story of our Lord's last days—is <em>Peter's denial </em>of his Master. If the gospel narrative were fiction—this incident would not be in it. We would have said it was impossible. Peter loved Jesus deeply and truly. He had received the name of "the rock." For three years he had been under the <em>teaching </em>and in the <em>constant companionship </em>of Jesus. He had special honor and favor in the apostle-family. His name stands always <em>first </em>in the list, and he was one of the three of the Master's closest personal friends. It was he who had made the <em>great confession </em>which won from Jesus such commendation.<br><br>
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| − | We would have said that he was the <em>last </em>of the apostles who would <em>deny </em>his Lord! Yet, in spite of all—this bravest, most favored apostle, this <em>man of rock</em>, fell most ignominiously, fell, too, at a time when friendship to his Master ought to have made him truest and most loyal!<br><br>
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| − | Why did Peter fail? His <em>self-confidence </em>made him weak. He <em>slept </em>in the Garden—when he ought to have been <em>watching</em>. Then he drew his sword to defend his Master. His next mistake was in following Jesus <em>afar off. </em>His last error was in joining the company by the <em>fire</em>, when he came in. The denial was already more than half made, when he sat down among the officers, trying to appear as one of them. After all this, it was easy then, when the maid teased him with being of the Galilean's party, to deny it.<br><br>
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| − | Against the pitiful <em>weakness </em>and <em>cowardliness </em>of Peter—shine the <em>faithfulness </em>and <em>graciousness </em>of the Master! He heard it all—the denial thrice repeated, and the oaths and curses—He heard it all—but loved on! It was this marvelous forbearance, which saved Peter. It was the <em>Master's look,</em> which saved him.<br><br>
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| − | Pilate was in a most unenviable position. No doubt he felt <em>honored </em>when he was made <em>procurator of Judea</em>. But the honor brought him a <em>responsibility </em>which left him weighed, and found lacking. Pilate did not know when he was roused so early that April morning—that <em>Friday was doomsday for him! </em>He did not know when he was going through the various stages of the trial of Jesus—that he was making such a <em>record of infamy </em>for himself. He would better a thousand times have missed the honor of being the governor of Judea, and thus have escaped the making of the terrible mistake he made that day.<br><br>
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| − | Yet Pilate <em>need </em>not have failed so terribly. If he had been simply <em>just</em>, and had stood like a rock for what was <em>right</em>, the day would have become one of undying honor, and not one of everlasting obloquy for him. But the question with which Pilate met every crisis was not,<em> "What is right?"</em> but, <em>"What will advance my interest?" </em>He knew that Jesus was guilty of no wrong—and he confessed that he found <em>no fault </em>in Him. He knew the motive of the rulers—that for <em>envy </em>they had delivered Him.<br><br>
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| − | But instead of directly acquitting Him, he sought in <em>indirect ways </em>to secure His release. He sent Him to Herod, thinking thus to get clear of the responsibility of meeting the question himself. This failing, he begged the rulers to accept Jesus, as the one prisoner to be <em>set free </em>at that Passover. But they refused, choosing <em>Barabbas</em>, a notorious prisoner.<br><br>
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| − | At this point it was that Pilate, perplexed and beaten, asked<em>, "What then shall I do with Jesus?" </em>Instantly came the answer,<em>"Crucify Him!" </em>Still Pilate pleaded, awed by something in the prisoner before him, and dreading to send Him to the cross. But the only answer he got was, "Free Barabbas! Crucify Jesus!" He still struggled hopelessly to keep Jesus from death—but he had gone too far in his temporizing. So he <em>yielded</em>. He delivered the innocent prisoner to their will. Then taking water, he <em>washed his hands</em>before the people, saying he was <em>innocent </em>of the blood of the <em>Just Man </em>he was giving up to crucifixion.<br><br>
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| − | Pilate lost his opportunity. He is held up before the world as a judge who knew the innocence of the Man who stood before him—yet sent Him to die on a cross! An imaginative writing, describing 'life in Hell', represents <em>Pilate </em>as <em>washing his hands forever, and then looking at them—only to find them still and forever stained red! </em>They will never come clean!<br><br>
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| − | <strong>Behold the Man!</strong><br><br>
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| − | It was <em>Pilate's last appeal</em>. He hoped that <em>the spectacle of Jesus wearing the crown of thorns </em>and the purple robe would so move the people to pity—that they would cry out for His release. But the appeal was in vain.<br><br>
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| − | While the <em>Holy Sufferer </em>stands before us, we may think of Him as He appeared that moment. "Behold the man!" Recall His life. It had been beautiful in its sinlessness and in its revealings of God. On His trial His enemies had sought to find some <em>flaw </em>in Him—but they could find nothing. Pilate said, "I bring Him forth to you, that you may know that I find <em>no fault </em>in Him." Witnesses could have been gathered from all over the land to testify to His kindness, His thoughtfulness, His mercy, His love—but not one could they find anywhere to testify to any <em>wrong </em>He had ever done—any injustice, any injury. He had been the <em>Friend </em>of the poor, the<em>Comforter </em>of sorrow, and the <em>Helper </em>of the weak.<br><br>
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| − | As He stands before us now, He appears as the <em>man of sorrows</em>. His back has been torn by the cruel scourge. A crown of thorns is about His brow—as if He were a KING. And truly He was a king, and He never was more <em>kingly </em>than in that hour!<br><br>
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| − | He was kingly in His <strong>bearing</strong>. He made no plea in His own defense. He was silent to all insults, and when He spoke, it was with serene composure. Never was man more kingly.<br><br>
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| − | He was kingly, too, in His <strong>love</strong>. There had not been a shade of <em>bitterness </em>in His heart, under all the cruelties and suffering He had endured. He had come to show this world the love of God—and His gentleness had not once failed in all those terrible hours. He set in motion in this world's <em>life tides of love </em>which have been flowing over all lands—slowly changing cruelty into kindness, bitterness into sweetness, and making all things new.<br><br>
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| − | He was kingly also in His <strong>suffering</strong>. He wore a <em>crown of sorrow</em>, for He was the Redeemer of the world. <em>Thorns </em>were the fruit of sin, and He took our curse upon Him that we might receive a crown of life. <em>He </em>was subjected to <em>shame </em>in the eyes of the world—that <em>we </em>might be welcomed to <em>glory</em>. Never was He more kingly than He was, that Good Friday.<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Great Mystery of Love</strong><br><br>
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| − | The <em>cross </em>was the culmination of <em>love's revealing</em>. The life of Christ—was all love. He was the <em>love of God come down to earth</em>, interpreted in a human life—so that all could understand it. At last, on the <em>cross</em>, this love found its <em>highest expression </em>when the Son of God gave Himself up to redeem sinners!<br><br>
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| − | We can never understand the <em>mystery </em>of this love. We have hints of it—but hints only, in some of the higher expressions of human love. The immeasurable distance between the divine Redeemer—and those He died to redeem, makes His love forever inexplicable.<br><br>
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| − | Some <em>artists </em>have suggested this mystery, in their pictures of the Crucifixion. One has left nearly everything to the thought of the beholder. Where the form of the Savior is—there is only darkness, with some traces, little more than suggestions, of light; which, as you study the picture closely, reveal in dim, shadowy outline, the form of a <em>Man on a cross</em>. The face appears in merest outline and a ray of light shows the figure of one kneeling at the foot of the cross. The picture suggests two mysteries—the mystery of the<em>love of Christ </em>in its great sacrifice, and then the mystery of <em>redemption </em>by which the blessing of that sacrifice is communicated to penitent human souls that bow at the cross.<br><br>
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| − | <em>The cross is now the center of the world's hopes. </em>We cannot understand the <em>mystery</em>—but we are sure of the fact that there is redemption in the blood of Christ. Paul puts the truth in a few great luminous words in one of his letters, "The Son of God, who<em>loved me</em>—and <em>gave </em>Himself up for <em>me." This concentrating </em>of the love of Christ and its great sacrifice upon himself, as if Paul had been the only one Christ loved and for whom He gave Himself up to die—shows us that we are all individualized in the heart of the Redeemer and in the meaning of His work. Each one of us may say, "He loved <em>me</em>—and gave Himself up for <em>me!"</em><br><br>
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| − | A man went forth to die—<em><br>
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| − | For me!</em><br><br>
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| − | Thorn-crowned His blessed head,<br>
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| − | Blood-stained His every tread,<br>
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| − | Cross-laden, on He sped—<em><br>
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| − | For me!</em><br><br>
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| − | <strong>Last at the Cross, First at the Grave</strong><br><br>
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| − | <em>Mary Magdalene's </em>devotion to Christ, is one of the most beautiful stories in the Gospels. Tradition has branded her as a great sinner—but there is really nothing in the New Testament to prove that the tradition is true. It is said that Jesus had <em>cast seven demons </em>out of her—but demoniac possession is not identified in the Gospels with <em>immorality</em>. It is enough to know of Mary, that the love of Christ saved her. When she saw Him in His divine purity and when His holy eye looked into her heart—her old self perished—and a new woman, without spot, arose in her.<br><br>
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| − | A wonderful devotion to her new Master now possessed her. A great Moravian missionary used to say, referring to Christ, "I have only one passion—and that is Jesus." So it was with Mary of Magdala. Whatever form of evil it was that had absorbed her life before Jesus found her—she was now utterly possessed, body, mind and soul, by her passion for Christ! In all the New Testament, there is no finer example of the consecration of a life to Christ.<br><br>
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| − | <em>During </em>the crucifixion, Mary was among the holy women who stood beholding in <em>love's marvelous devotion</em>. Perhaps she was present when Joseph and Nicodemus took down the body of Jesus from the cross, washed it, wrapped it in spices, and laid it to rest in the clean, new tomb, cut in the rock. When the other friends went away from the garden—the record shows us this picture of devotion: "Mary Magdalene was there, facing the tomb." Her devotion was matchless in its <em>depth </em>and in its <em>intensity</em>.<br><br>
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| − | What was its <em>secret</em>? It was in <em>her mighty love. </em>But why did she love so much? Why did her holy passion for her Master so far exceed that of His other friends who loved Him too, with unquestioned loyalty and devotion? It was because she had such a distinct realization of <em>what she owed to Him</em>. Many people know they have been redeemed—but seem to have only the faintest conception of the meaning of their redemption. Mary understood with unusual clearness—what Christ had done for her, and her whole soul went out to Him in adoring love!<br><br>
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| − | Mary's devotion to Christ continued to show itself after His death. She had no expectation that He would rise again—but she sought to honor His dead body. Her love was rewarded—by being the first to whom He showed Himself alive, and the first to carry the news of the resurrection to the disciples!<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Women Friends of Jesus</strong><br><br>
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| − | Woman's <em>devotion </em>and <em>fidelity—</em>shine out very brightly in the Gospel story. There is no mention of any woman ever showing<em>unkindness </em>to Jesus. A man denied Him, a man betrayed Him, men plotted to destroy Him and at last nailed Him on the cross. But no woman had any part in wronging Him.<br><br>
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| − | There were certain women who had followed Jesus from Galilee, ministering to Him. No doubt they were women whom He had helped in some way, and in response to His kindness they devoted themselves thenceforward to personal service to Him. The love of these women appears conspicuously after His death. As the morning of the first day of the week began to dawn, they were eagerly on their way to the tomb of their Friend. Their purpose was to honor His body. The burial on Friday afternoon had been hurried, as the hour was late, and they wished now to lay fragrant spices in His grave. As they drew near in the dim dawn and came in sight of the tomb—they saw that the stone had been rolled away. They pressed on, and, looking in, saw that the body was not there. This greatly perplexed them. As they stood there, however, they saw a vision of <em>angels </em>in dazzling garments. They were awed by the vision—but as they bowed in reverence, the angels spoke to them words of assurance and comfort, "Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here—but has risen!"<br><br>
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| − | One of the <em>legends </em>tells of the discovery of the crown of thorns and of how it lay on the altar through Passion Week. The people came and looked at it and wept, as they remembered the sufferings of Jesus. Then very early on Easter morning the priest entered to remove the sacred relic, that the people's hearts might not be saddened by it on the glad Easter day. When he opened the door he found the place filled with a wondrous fragrance. He did not understand it—but as he moved toward the altar the light was breaking through an eastern window, and as it fell on the crown of thorns he saw that it had been changed to a crown of roses, every thorn a rose.<br><br>
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| − | The <em>legend </em>teaches the true Easter lesson. At the broken grave of Christ—sorrow is turned to joy, death to life, and darkness to light, despair to hope!<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Walk to Emmaus</strong><br><br>
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| − | It was a wonderful walk which the two friends took that afternoon. The Man who joined them seemed only a common stranger. He had a kindly manner, and the three were soon talking familiarly. He opened to them the meaning of great Scripture words, saying many things His companions could never forget. They were so pleased with His company that when they reached the end of their journey—they urged Him to become their guest, and He consented.<br><br>
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| − | It was at their evening meal together, that the stranger revealed His identity. Perhaps, as He took the bread and was in the act of breaking it—they saw His hands with the <em>print of the nails </em>in them. We do not know just how it came about; we only know that it was while they were at their plain, simple evening meal—that "their eyes were opened, and they recognized Him!"<br><br>
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| − | It is <em>in life's common experiences</em>, that Christ usually reveals Himself to us. One of His disciples asked Him to show them the Father. He desired some <em>remarkable revealing</em>, a great glory, like the Sinai splendor. Jesus said, "Have I been with you these three years—and have you never known Me? I have been showing you the Father all the while." He had been doing this in sweet, gentle living, in patience, in kindness, in thoughtfulness, in purity and simplicity of life. The disciples had seen all these beautiful things in their Master, day after day—but they had not dreamed that these were <em>divine revealings</em>, that in them He was revealing God!<br><br>
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| − | It is the same now. Some people say that if Christ would work <em>miracles</em>, if He would do <em>startling </em>things, that they would believe on Him. Men are looking <em>too far away </em>to find Christ.<br><br>
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| − | In his <em>quest for the Holy Grail</em>, the knight wandered over all lands in vain, finding it at last, when he came back, by his own gate. We do not need to go far away—to find opportunities to serve Christ; He is waiting continually in the <em>poor </em>who need us, in the <em>sick</em>who long for our visits, in the <em>lonely </em>who crave friendship, in the <em>tempted </em>who cry out for a hand to help them stand. In doing kindnesses to<em> His little ones</em>—we will show our love for Him—and He will reveal Himself to us in joy and peace!<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The <em>Pathos </em>of Divine Love</strong><br><br>
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| − | Nothing is more wonderful in the Good Shepherd—than His <em>care </em>for His lost sheep. It might be worth while, we would say, for Him to care for a <em>whole flock </em>that wanders away and is lost—a flock is valuable. But it is the loss of <em>only one sheep </em>that makes its appeal to the heart of the Good Shepherd. Does He really miss <em>one</em>—among so many? Does Christ really care when somewhere on the earth, one human soul is <em>wandering in the dark ways of sin? </em>Did any mother ever have so many children, that if one of them wandered from home—she would not miss it? It would not be love in the Good Shepherd, if He did not miss the one that strayed from His fold.<br><br>
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| − | The seeking of the sheep by the shepherd is a wonderful illustration of the <em>divine love</em>. He leaves the ninety-nine that are safe, and goes away in search of the <em>one poor, silly sheep </em>that has left the shelter of the fold. The story suggests pain and discomfort, danger and suffering—as the shepherd goes to the desert and treads on over rough ways, up steep mountains, through dark gorges, looking for His sheep. His heart is in His quest. He does not weary in it.<br><br>
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| − | All this is wonderfully moving—as the story of an oriental shepherd seeking his straying sheep. But that is not all that is in the story. The Master would not have recited the beautiful story, merely to tell the people about a common shepherd. It would not have been put into the Gospels among heavenly revealings, if that were all.<br><br>
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| − | Christ Himself is the Good Shepherd, and what He tells us in His parable, is how He seeks lost human souls. No sheep ever strays away from God and is allowed to go on unmissed, unsought. No one on the earth may care, and no one may seek to bring back and save the imperiled one. But always Christ cares and seeks—until He finds.<br><br>
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| − | Jesus in His teaching spoke much of <em>His kingdom</em>. On the evening of the day He died, however, it did not seem probable that He would found a kingdom, or leave anything behind Him in this world that would endure. But three days after His death and burial—He arose! That changed everything. It proved that He was divine. A few weeks later He met His apostles—and outlined a plan for the conquest of the world. The meeting was by <em>appointment</em>—it was not accidental, and it had a purpose.<br><br>
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| − | First, Jesus told His disciples that <em>all authority </em>in heaven and earth had been given to Him. This was a tremendous claim, one no mere man could ever make. He had won His place as universal King—by His humiliation. It warms our hearts to remember that He who sits on the throne of all power—is a man like ourselves, Jesus Christ, whom we know to be so human, so gracious, so loving. With all authority in His hands, nothing can ever go wrong with us, His friends.<br><br>
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| − | Then Jesus told His disciples of their part. All authority had been given to Him—but men did not yet own Him as Lord. "Go, therefore," He said, "and make disciples of all the nations." If the claim of Jesus to universal authority was so stupendous, this<em>duty </em>now laid upon His followers, seemed vast beyond all possibility. Yet the words of the commission are so plain, that there can be no mistake as to their meaning. That little handful of the Master's followers, was to make <em>disciples of all nations</em>. Believers of today are the successors of the first disciples, and the commission is <em>theirs </em>now. Christ is universal King—but there are millions who still do not own His sway, and it is our duty to make disciples of these.<br><br>
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| − | The disciples might have pleaded their <em>inability to do this vast work</em>. But the Master said that they were not to do it alone—they and He would do it. "Lo, <em>I am with you always</em>, even unto the end of the worlds." He was about to go away into heaven, as to His human presence. But He would return again in His <em>spiritual </em>presence and stay with His Church unto the end. The promise was fulfilled and His disciples went everywhere, Christ working with them. We alone cannot win men to Christ—but if Christ is with us, nothing can resist His power!<br><br>
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| − | <strong>The Parting Blessing</strong><br><br>
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| − | The <em>last walk </em>was along a familiar way. The Master and His disciples had often gone over it before, and every foot of it had its sacred associations for them. He talked with them as they walked. What would we not give to have the words He spoke to them! They must have been words of deep revealing, full of love. Their hearts were strangely comforted by what He said. They never forgot those farewell words.<br><br>
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| − | We like to remember the way a friend looked—the last time we saw him, what he was doing, especially if it was some kindness to us. We like to recall the love that was on his face and in his eyes, as he talked to us before he went away. It is interesting to think of the last glimpse of Christ the world had, before the cloud enfolded Him and hid Him forever from men's view. He was in the act of <em>blessing </em>His disciples. It was while His hands were lifted up, and words of love and grace were falling from His lips—that He began to rise into the air. It is no fancy to believe that this is the constant attitude of Christ toward the world inside the gates of heaven.<br><br>
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| − | This <em>earth—</em>is not the only <em>world</em>. Jesus went away into heaven—but His life was not ended when He vanished from human sight. We do not see Him—but He sees us. He is making intercession for us before God. It makes heaven very real to us—to think of Christ there. The first face we shall see when we reach our eternal home—will be a face like our own, the Face of our Master!<br><br>
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| − | Heaven draws upon our hearts, if we love Christ. We are exhorted to seek the things that are <em>above</em>, where Christ is seated on the right hand of God. This does not mean that we are to neglect our duties, spending our time in <em>spiritual raptures </em>while our work is left undone. The angels called the disciples from their heavenward gazing—and turned their thoughts to the duties that were waiting.<br><br>
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| − | Pensive gazing is not pleasing to God—<em>working </em>and <em>witnessing </em>are far better. When our friends are taken from us, we are not forbidden to sorrow—but we are forbidden to sorrow in a way that would keep us from duty and service. Our Master wants us to go back to our tasks again after bereavement, thoughtful and serious—yet earnest and faithful, inspired by heavenly hopes—but ready ever for earthly duties!<br><br>
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