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Eternity – A Message for Everyone

June 11, 2019

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In recent times I’ve had an urgent sense that I must make the most of the time that the Lord gives me and not waste it. I believe that even in the midst of turmoil in our lives, we can use these experiences to reach others. The Lord expects us to take care of loved ones and He also knows that we need rest but the Christian must make the most of his allotted span, in using the resources and talents that He has given each one of us to reach others. At the end of the day we really don’t know how long the remainder of our lives will be. Life is so short but eternity is, well, forever. There are so many distractions in the era in which we live – for everyone.

People on public transport used to be receptive years ago, when you struck up a conversation with them, with the intention of being a witness; but now the majority have their earphones on. Earphones or not, you can still offer an individual a tract though and if he doesn’t want it he will invariably shake his head vehemently in refusal or perhaps just glare at you or simply ignore you. Sometimes though, even the simple gesture of offering the tract in itself will speak to someone or perhaps they may get a glimpse of one word on that tract which could change their lives here and their eternal destination forever.

Just recently I came across this interesting true little story from long ago…

“On the Hudson River, a man, in indignation tore up the tract which was handed to him, and pitched it into the river. But one of the pieces was blown back, and fell on his coat sleeve. That piece contained the one word, ETERNITY, by means of which he was at once aroused to his godless condition, and led to “seek the Lord while he may be found.” (Isaiah 55v6) Truly “the wind bloweth where it listeth.”

To the Christian… go in His strength this day, for we cannot depend on our own, looking to Him for direction and wisdom in all that we undertake.

To those who do not know Him, seek the Lord while He may be found and call upon Him while He is near, for He has said “My spirit shall not always strive with man…” (Genesis 6v3)

 

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The Danger of Bridges – Old and New

May 7, 2019

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Ireland is full of bridges; some are small and not very high, gently curving over shallow rivers and ravines in the countryside; others are like the bridge over the River Boyne near Drogheda which spans 230 metres of the motorway between Dublin and Belfast. Some bridges are rustic, others functional but one of the most beautiful I know is the “Craigmore Viaduct” with its eighteen arches near Newry railway station, its construction ending in the year 1852.

I sometimes have concerns about certain bridges I know, because perhaps they have never been checked!  The little local one which is familiar to me was most likely built many years ago – but how safe is it when a great truck comes thundering over it? As I recently waded through the wild garlic and the shallow bubbling river underneath it, I could hear traffic above my head. I also sometimes wonder when I drive, take a train (or even walk) over a bridge, how reliable it is and indeed sometimes it is the new bridges we have to be concerned about…

These thoughts on bridges came into my mind recently on reading another true little story from my very old book: “A Thousand Tales worth Telling,” It is entitled: “A Startling Sight…”

“A horseman road across a dangerous bridge one dark night; and on reviewing the place next day, he fell into a swoon when he became sensible of the danger which, by the darkness of the night, was hidden from him. If unsaved men and women could only see how near they are to a lost eternity, how they would “flee from the wrath to come” (Matthew 3v7; Revelation 6v16)… to the mighty Saviour of sinners.”

When souls travel through life in spiritual darkness they are truly unaware of the great danger they are in. Which “bridge” are you using to span the great divide? There are many bridges which mankind may put their trust in – from the bridge of humanism and the many other thousands of dangerous bridges, each one the name of a different system of belief. Some bridges are old, some are modern, while some get a minimum amount of traffic and some have a massive amount of traffic. People think that by using their particular “bridge” (whether it is used by the multitudes or by the few) they will land safely on the “good” shore of eternity. How safe is our “bridge?” This is the vital question. Surely all bridges need to be checked….

“For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus; Who gave himself a ransom for all to be testified in due time.” (1Timothy 2v5&6) Jesus is the only Mediator – the only Bridge, spiritually speaking, Who can span the great divide between God and mankind. “Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.” (Acts 4v12)

This is the only Bridge we can put our trust in, His great love spanning the great divide – that no other person or philosophy could ever adequately fill. “But this man, after he had offered one sacrifice for sins for ever, sat down on the right hand of God.” (Hebrews 10v12)

His will is that you put your trust in this “one sacrifice for sins for ever” and have faith in Him alone; the One whose dying love spanned that great divide between God and men. He loves you and wants you to know that all other “bridges” have shaky foundations and will someday crumble and fall but Jesus Christ, praise His Name, is “the same yesterday, and to-day, and for ever,” (Hebrews 13v8) and we can trust in Him alone to take us safely over. Praise God, “I won’t have to cross Jordan alone…. Jesus died for my sins to atone.”

Are You Sleeping on the Cliff Edge?

March 6, 2019

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In September 2018 I was saddened to hear of deaths associated with Storm Ali which was raging through Ireland at the time. One lady, a Swiss tourist, died tragically when the caravan she was sleeping in was swept over a cliff in County Galway, in the west of Ireland. To go to sleep to the sound of the waves on the beach below is a pleasant experience but clearly this lady had no idea that her caravan was going to be swept over that cliff and ripped apart during the night.

On hearing of this my mind travelled back to another story and another time. This story is set in a warm summer day in the east of the country, in July 1861. Two policemen who were on patrol in an area of County Wicklow happened to see a young man sleeping on the very edge of a dangerous cliff. They knew that they must proceed with caution in order to save him from the danger he was in and so quietly approached the sleeping youth. However, he wakened with a start and struggling against “his attackers,” he almost landed all three of them over the cliff! Thankfully their firm grip on the boy was successful and they were able to pull him to safety. It seems that he had been looking after some cattle in a field and had fallen asleep, rolling away towards the cliff as he did so. Of course he afterwards apologised to the police officers for resisting their attempts to save his life, on discovering the danger that he had been in! Thankfully this true story set in 19th Century Ireland had a happy ending for all concerned.

There is a spiritual lesson to be learned from “sleeping on the cliff edge.” There are at least 100 references in the Bible as to the brevity of our lives and in a sense all our fragile lives are fairly close to this “cliff edge.” “Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.” (Psalm 144v4)

Surely each day lived is a step closer to that cliff, over which lies the abyss of eternity – and whatever that will hold for each one of us as individuals.

The Bible tells us of two destinations for the souls of mankind after this life; each as far removed from the other as it is possible to be. One is unthinkably horrific beyond any suffering we have known upon this earth, while the other is joy beyond anything we will ever experience here.

But it is not God’s will that “any should perish but that all should come to repentance.” (2Peter 3v9)

Jesus said: “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.” (John 3v16&17)

Like the boy who fought the police officers in his drowsy and confused state, are you fighting conviction in your own heart today? In order to be rescued we must realise and admit that we are in danger and need to be saved – and let the Lord Jesus Christ who died to save us, do the rest. “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11v28)

Someday we will reach the “cliff edge,” whether that will herald the Lord’s return – or the end of our own lives upon this earth. If you have not already done so, it is His will that you admit your sinful state (For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God; Romans 3v23)

By faith let Him rescue you; cease struggling and let Him drag you away from the imminent danger of that “cliff edge,” for it is not His will that you are lost in that terrible abyss. Why not trust in the great sacrifice that He has paid for you and in His redeeming love for you this day, in the knowledge that tomorrow could be too late? He who loves you will carefully rescue you and guide you safely in future years, as you walk with Him in “newness of life” – into His gift of joyful eternal life.

“…behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” (2Corinthians 6v2)

 

When My Father and My Mother Forsake Me, Then the Lord Will Take Me Up (Psalm 27v10)

January 16, 2019

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Just recently I have been reading about the experience of a lady who had been adopted and in later life had a yearning to find her biological parents. I believe that most people have this natural curiosity to discover who their birth parents are; she also had some health issues and wanted to know whether these were hereditary. This led to an initial contact with grandparents, who were delighted to hear from her – and later also with two brothers who were also initially glad to know about her. She discovered from her grandparents that her own parents later had married – which seemed wonderful and the best possible scenario. She now felt that she could contact her real mother and father who would be as welcoming as the rest of the family and be overjoyed to meet their only daughter.

Sadly this was not to be… they rejected her and wanted no contact whatsoever. Even her grandparents could not understand their attitude but both they and her brothers appeared to be strongly influenced by the reaction of the parents and in time made it clear that they had no wish for any further contact. The mother who had adopted her, loved her and raised her had also recently died, which distressed her terribly. Apart from her loving adoptive mother’s death, she said that this “second rejection,” as she saw it, was devastating for her.

Such stories are not unusual. This one is not set in my country but I have recently heard of many other similar stories here in Ireland where mothers have no wish to ever see or be in contact with the child that they gave birth to. On the other hand, there are many more stories of joyful reunions; these were often situations where mothers did not want to give up their children but were forced to do so by the prevailing power of the Roman Catholic system at the time. Such mothers were heartbroken when their babies were snatched away to be trafficked for adoption, with R.C. organisations being paid for the adoption. Indeed, many mothers searched for years for their children, some sadly dying, without ever having met them.

Nevertheless there are other stories which have come to my attention recently and these, although truly heart breaking from an initial glance, are surrounded by great hope, faith, blessing and victory. These are the stories of people, who having come to know the Lord Jesus Christ as Saviour, are totally abandoned by family, friends and loved ones. But these souls look to the Lord for their every breath – He is more than life itself to them. They continue to love and pray for those who have rejected them even though in some instances their lives are in danger, if for example, they have left a system of belief such as Islam.

Jesus said: “And every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit eternal life.” (Matthew 19v29) Of course, this must be read in context. The Lord never expected anyone to abandon their children, or indeed a husband or wife if they are already married but often those who are called into certain service for Him, are led to remain unmarried and without children and so they forsake that way of life for Him. And as regards material property, we of course hand this to the Lord, for Him to use as He sees fit.  There is also a sense in which, when we are wholly following the Lord, our lives being guided in the way that He would have us go, that we will be forsaken of everything that the world holds dear and unfortunately we may also be forsaken by once good friends, loved ones or even spouses and older children.

“Can a mother forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.” (Isaiah 49v15)

What is your situation today? Do you feel that you have been denied by the very people who are responsible for your existence in this world? Well, there is Someone who loved you enough to die for you, even before you were ever born. Why not confess your sins (for we all have sinned) to the Lord Jesus Christ alone and put your trust in Him as Lord and Saviour? Believe me, you will find the greatest Friend for now and for eternity. He knows you, He loves you and your happiness and well-being in this life and the next… is His goal. “Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.” (Isaiah 49v16)

Do you feel abandoned today, or ridiculed because you have chosen to follow the Lord Jesus Christ as Saviour? Or could it be that you even feel in danger because you no longer want to be a part of something which you know is wrong? There is nothing in your life that the Lord Jesus Christ is not aware of – whoever you are or wherever you are. Remember that your times are in His hands and He will take care of every detail of your life, if you have committed it into His care.

Perhaps, on the other hand, you have had a loving family upbringing but still you may not know the Lord Jesus Christ as Saviour. Life, even for those of us who have a good start in it, can be stormy to say the least. Why would you want to face those storms alone, without the power of the One who loved you and gave Himself for you? With this Captain at the helm – you can be certain of victory!

Always remember that He will reward you “an hundredfold” and you shall “inherit everlasting life” (Matthew 19v29) in the Presence of Someone who loved you so much that He gave His life for you, when you trust in Him as Lord and Saviour.

Whether you have forsaken material possessions for His sake, or whether those you love have forsaken you, there is indeed “a Friend that sticketh closer than a brother.” (Proverbs 18v24)

May the Lord bless you and meet you at the point of your need.

 

Have You Any Room For Jesus?

December 10, 2018

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I was recently listening to the story of Brian Gault, who was a victim of the Thalidomide drug in the early 1960’s. Around that era expectant mothers were given this so called “miracle drug” to combat morning sickness and as a result many other children like Brian were sadly born without legs or arms at that time. It was lovely to hear his testimony of coming to know the Lord as Saviour, after all the bullying and hardship he had endured as a child with no arms. Praise God, he had made room in his heart for Jesus… and that room is now filled with love, joy and peace, instead of bitterness and anger about his situation.

How the love of God transforms the humble place when He fills it with His Presence! This, His Presence will never find its abode in the heart that is full of the things of this world. The humble, quiet manger became filled with the Presence of God. There was no room for Him in the inn… a place full of the distractions of this world.

Another interesting testimony came to my notice recently: that of the hymn writer Daniel Webster Whittle (1840-1901), who rose to the rank of major in the American civil war. Like Brian Gault, Daniel was disabled but his one missing arm was as a result of combat. While in a prisoner of war camp recovering from his wounds, Daniel looked for something to read and found a New Testament. Although under conviction from the words he read, he was still reluctant to accept the Lord into his heart. A short time later an orderly approached him, saying that a dying prisoner wanted someone to pray with him. The orderly said that he assumed that Daniel was a Christian as he had watched him “reading his Bible.” Finally, Daniel agreed and miraculously he confessed his own sins and asked the Lord into his heart, before praying earnestly with the dying young soldier. In his own words he said: “I cannot but believe that God, who used him to bring me to the Saviour, used me to lead him to trust Christ’s precious blood and find pardon. I hope to meet him in heaven.” What a wonderful miracle of two lives transformed in one “fell swoop!”

Praise God, indeed, for such stories and testimonies. There is no limit to what the Lord can do with a life that is filled with His Presence. Brian Gault now travels extensively, speaking at meetings and churches, his DVD’s making a practical difference in the lives of disabled children and adults and his testimony to God’s grace in his own life touches the lives of individuals whoever or wherever they are.

And Daniel Webster Whittle’s humbled, repentant heart was touched by the Lord to such an extent that he went on to write at least 130 beautiful hymns. After his conversion experience he said that while at work, he “went into the vault and in the dead silence of the quietest places I gave my life to my Heavenly Father to use as He would.” The quiet, humble manger is filled with the Lord’s Presence…

I love his hymn… “Sin no More,” the chorus of which goes…

“Sin no more, thy soul is free,

Christ has died to ransom thee;

Sing the message o’er and o’er,

Christ forgives thee, “Sin no more.”

 

His hymn “Have you any room for Jesus?” is a convicting one, reminding us that “room for pleasure and room for business” should never be allowed to take the place of His Presence in our lives…

It is somehow fitting that the great Saviour of the world, the Lord Jesus Christ, should be born in the humblest of abodes – one that was emptied of the trappings of this world…

 

Have you any room for Jesus,

He who bore your load of sin?

As He knocks and asks admission,

Sinners, will you let Him in?

 

Room for Jesus, King of glory!

Hasten now His Word obey;

Swing the heart’s door widely open,

Bid Him enter while you may.

 

Room for pleasure, room for business,

But for Christ the Crucified,

Not a place that He can enter,

In the heart for which He died?

 

Have you any room for Jesus,

As in grace He calls again?

O today is time accepted,

Tomorrow you may call in vain.

 

Room and time now give to Jesus,

Soon will pass God’s Day of Grace;

Soon thy heart left cold and silent,

And thy Saviour’s pleading cease.

 

 

Remembering the Sacrifice – and the Victory

November 10, 2018

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I discovered a little article in recent times concerning the “Souls family,” which I feel is very relevant on a weekend in which we remember the dead of two World Wars and later conflicts. On this Remembrance Sunday in particular, widespread events will be held to mark the centenary of the First World War.

It is also 100 years since Arthur Souls and Alfred Souls (twins aged 30) both lost their lives in Flanders fields. This was two years after the death of their brothers: Albert, Frederick and Walter Souls who were all killed in action in 1916. Five brothers from the one household… my heart goes out to their mother and father, Annie and William Souls (humble English country folk) who must have endured such grief. The couple had a family of six healthy sons in total and it is heart-breaking to think that five of their boys were killed in this way. Upon research I discovered that Annie Souls never stood again for the anthem “God Save the King” but her terrible grief was further compounded when their youngest surviving son died from meningitis.

The awful reality is, though, that many young people today know little about what certain wars were all about and the enormous sacrifices that were made. War would appear senseless and yet most of us realise that democracies must be protected from certain tyrants who rise up in every era (and in all parts of the world) to threaten those democracies that we take for granted.

It is respectful to remember both the sacrifices that were made in these wars and those who made them… but how much more should we honour the King of Kings and Lord of Lords who made the ultimate sacrifice ever in the history of mankind? “Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.” (1Peter 2v24)

Wars and conflicts through the ages have resulted in heartbreak for mothers and fathers, husbands, wives and children but when the man Christ Jesus “offered one sacrifice for sins for ever” he arose in glorious victory, defeating the greatest enemy that mankind has ever had to face – forever. He heals the broken hearted and He comforts the bereaved in their darkest hours, if only they would acknowledge their need of Him, His sacrifice for them – and trust Him to save them.

The greatest enemy we will ever have to face (and the father of all tyrants in this world who arise to distress us) has permanently been defeated by the Lord Jesus Christ and His unspeakable sacrifice. Praise God, “Death is swallowed up in victory.” (1Corintinians 15v54)

The saved can say… “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” (1 Corinthians 15v55-57)

This King of Kings and Lord of Lords, of whom it is said: “Far above all principality, and power, and might, and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this world but also in that which is to come,” (Ephesians 1v21) lives to heal the wounded soul and gives us the victory over sin and death and hell.

How can we remember and honour His great sacrifice? For those who don’t know Him…. By acknowledging their sins and trusting in Him to cleanse them from all unrighteousness (1 John 1v9) and trusting their future lives into His care. And for those who walk the narrow path, to be “stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.” (1Corinthians 15v58)

Today we have “wars and rumours of war” but it is acknowledged that an outright “Third World War” could be a nuclear war, resulting in the end of life as we know it on the universe today. To all He says…

“Therefore be ye also ready: for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh.” (Matthew 24v44)

“How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation….?” (Hebrews 2v3)

 

Further Horrific Disclosures of Abuses within Roman Catholicism

June 3, 2018

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If any other organization, political regime or dictator in this world had been guilty of the crimes perpetrated by Roman Catholicism, they would have been tried for war crimes, or had to stand before a court of law a long long time ago. Before the recent disclosure of the disgraceful “adoption” policy here in Ireland, I had coincidentally watched a video involving a young lady of Spanish origin who was trying to find her real parents. Thankfully her adoptive parents in South America (who had no idea that she had been stolen from her mother at birth) were loving and kind to her and she’d had a good life – but it could have been otherwise. In many cases mothers were told that their babies had died at birth but in actual fact these children had been stolen and sold by a criminal ring of nuns and doctors during the Franco dictatorship.

Here in Ireland unmarried mothers in “mother and baby homes” were often forced to sign documents at a time when they were feeling so vulnerable and weak against this cruel system. Subsequently there were falsified birth certificates in order that these children could be trafficked out of the country. In many cases mothers wanted to keep their babies but they were dissuaded from doing so by those who most likely made a profit out of the adoptions.

I have been horrified in the last while to hear of people, often now living in the U.S.A. who discovered that they had three or even four birth certificates! It has been revealed that not all of the children were fortunate enough to end up in good homes and some of the birth mothers who were victims of this evil system had to have psychiatric treatment in the years ahead because of the shock of having their babies stolen from them. Having had three children myself, I can only imagine how those mothers felt.

Child trafficking, slavery and false imprisonment of women, illegal and forced adoptions, falsification of documents and birth certificates, withholding of information to those who wanted to find loved ones, clerical abuse of children, hundreds of babies buried suspiciously in unmarked graves, the horrors of Magdalene laundries and industrial schools, deceit, fraud… the list goes on and on. How sad to see other mainline churches (which once had the truth) so backslidden into apostasy that they want to find “common ground” with this system of belief.

In light of all this abuse, it is ironic too that the hierarchy within Roman Catholicism still believe that they have the authority to order people to attend confession.

Yes, those who sin need to confess their sins – but not to any man upon this earth, whatever their assumed authority. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” (1John 1v9)

“But this man, because he continueth ever, hath an unchangeable priesthood. Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them. For such an high priest became us, who is holy, harmless, undefiled, separate from sinners, and made higher than the heavens; Who needeth not daily, as those high priests, to offer up sacrifice, first for his own sins, and then for the people’s: for this he did once, when he offered up himself. For the law maketh men high priests which have infirmity; but the word of the oath, which was since the law, maketh the Son, who is consecrated for evermore.” (Hebrews 7v24-28)

No man upon this earth has the power to forgive sin but praise God “there is one God, and one Mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus; who gave himself a ransom for all to be testified in due time.” (1Timothy 2v5&6) it is to Him that souls must come with their burden of sin.

As this latest controversy in our country continues to escalate in the weeks ahead, I am praying that people will have their eyes opened to this evil system of belief that they have put their trust in for many years. As the old saying goes “it’s an ill wind blows nobody good.” I pray that those who know the Lord would use these great opportunities to speak a word in season, so that souls would put their trust in that holy and undefiled High Priest, the Lord Jesus Christ, “who will have all men to be saved, and to come unto the knowledge of  the truth.” (1Timothy 2v4)

 

“And I Saw the Dead, Small and Great, Stand Before God…”

May 19, 2018

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Today I was remembering a beautiful summer’s day in July 1981; as an employee of an office in Northern Ireland I was given the day off work for the wedding of Princess Diana and Prince Charles. Having little interest in weddings I took the opportunity to get out in the sunshine for a cycle around the lovely leafy lanes where I lived back then. I remember glancing into our sitting room as I ventured out the door and I have a fond memory of my mother sitting there, looking mesmerised by all the pomp and ceremony as she watched the event. As I thought about today’s royal wedding, I also thought about how those intervening 37 years had flown. Tragically Diana was to die in a car accident in 1997. So many terrible circumstances, so much human drama over the years…

I remember this great feeling of happiness, freedom and exhilaration I experienced as I cycled that day. It was truly a beautiful day – a perfect day. A month previously I had returned from a trip to Israel and upon my return I had met someone special who was later to become my husband. On that day, as I cycled I would only have regarded us as friends – nothing more. Taking in the beauty of the countryside, I felt happy in the knowledge that I had come to faith in the Lord Jesus Christ just 3 years previously in August 1978.

This meant more to me than fame, fortune or any of the trappings of this life. I was not a princess in a golden carriage – just a very ordinary healthy girl alone on a bicycle. Back then I didn’t even own a car but I had something wonderful that money could never buy. In the eyes of the world I was nobody – and still am. The ups and downs of my obscure little life will never hit the headlines of the tabloids (thankfully!) and my name will most likely never go down with the great in the annals of history but I thank my Saviour that because of what He has done for me, it is written in the Lamb’s Book of Life.

The old memories of years past returned to me today. My own wedding in 1985, our 33 years together until now, our three children, family get-togethers, my very ordinary life… yet extraordinarily happy even in the low times, when I recall how my Lord has been my guiding Light in every new situation.

Today I had the opportunity to see just some of the wedding and watched as celebrities, well-known actors and actresses; musicians, sports people and members of the royal family filled the church where the couple were married. Then I remembered the words of Revelation 20v12… “And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.”

Some day the great and the small will stand before the Judge of all mankind. We cannot approach Him with our achievements in this life and our fame and fortune are nothing to Him, for He is no respecter of persons. “For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass…” (1Peter 1v24) There remains but one question for all who stand before Him… “What did you do with the Lord Jesus Christ who loved you and died for you?”

Men and women walk this earth but for a short time and their seemingly great achievements, their knowledge and their beauty will fade away and die. When all is said and done, only their souls live on – but where? The famous people, the Lords and ladies, the kings and the queens, the princes and the princesses and the presidents will face judgement… but Jesus died for them too, if only they could grasp this most wonderful knowledge and accept Him as Saviour and make Him Lord of their lives. Let those of us who know Him reach out in love to the “great” of this world too. He can make even this possible!

“For what is a man advantaged, if he gain the whole world, and lose himself, or be cast away? For whosoever shall be ashamed of me and my words, of him shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he shall come in his own glory, and in his Father’s, and of the holy angels.” (Luke 9v25&26)

“For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul? (Matthew 16v26)

 

An Amazing Discovery and Encouragement from the Lord!

April 29, 2018

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One afternoon recently when I thought the long winter would drag on forever and the spring flowers never emerge, I found myself sitting outdoors enjoying the pleasant sunshine. I was reading one of W. A. Weir’s little booklets from 1973, “Gleams of Glory.” One of the stories was about the conversion of Wade Thompson, who once lived in Clonskeagh Castle, County Dublin. As a rich young man, he was also addicted to gambling and spent much time in the casinos of Monte Carlo and elsewhere in Europe. But the conviction of God came upon him one day after one of his gambling episodes; he later met his mother who was also in Europe and they travelled home together – but he was very distressed. As the story goes “the fear of God and the fear of judgement had fallen on him.”

One of Wade’s uncles, an earnest evangelical and gospel preacher, was rector of a parish at the foot of the Dublin Mountains and it was to him that Wade hurried to for help. The story goes that “the next day (a Sunday) was one of summer beauty. While he waited for the usual morning service to begin in the church, he took a book from the library, and seating himself beside a haystack, began to read. The book was called “Grace and Truth” written by Dr W. P. Mackay. As he read, the light poured into his soul. He saw the Lord Jesus bearing his sins in His own body on the cross. He learned that there was an infinite and perfect sacrifice and atonement made for his sins. The price had been paid, and a full pardon offered. He believed the Word of God that nothing of human effort was needed to add to what Christ had finished on the cross. God had accepted the sacrifice, and therefore accepted him. Wade ran into the vestry crying: “Uncle Robert, I am saved – the Lord Jesus Christ has saved me by His death – oh. I am free and happy!” On that great Sunday for both the rector and his nephew, they both rejoiced together. Both continued to live lives of unceasing service for Christ, leading many others to repentance and joy in Him.

Now here is my amazing discovery… the book “Grace and Truth” that Wade Thompson had read that Sunday morning was by W. P. Mackay (1839-1885) – who features in my blog of 16th April: “The Pawned Bible – a True Story Set in Glasgow, Scotland.” (Dr W.P. Mackay had pawned his mother’s Bible and later it returned to him, when a dying patient asked for it to be sent to him.)

Putting the booklet aside on that sunny afternoon, my thoughts travelled back to W. P. Mackay’s mother in Scotland. Here was a lady who prayed fervently for her son. She gave him the Bible in good faith, never dreaming that it would be pawned but later returned to her wayward son by way of a dying patient who had already trusted the Lord. Not only was W. P. Mackay marvellously saved – but he went on to preach the gospel and to write many hymns and books, including “Grace and Truth” – which in turn spoke to a young Irishman, Wade Thompson – who was not only saved from a life of sin and gambling but was mightily used of the Lord.

I read that “Wade Thompson, once a gambler, but transformed by the grace of God, was followed in the heavenly pathway by his family of sons and daughters, who took the same glorious message of salvation to India, China, Persia and other lands.”

Mrs Mackay’s prayers for her son had far reaching effects – perhaps she never knew about them while she lived on this earth – but she knows now! Praise God, He is able to do abundantly more than we ask or think, when we pray fervently for the salvation of friends, acquaintances and loved ones!

“Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen.” (Ephesians 3v20&21)

The Pawned Bible – a True Story Set in Glasgow, Scotland

April 16, 2018

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It is lovely in this era to still get an old-fashioned hand-written letter from someone. I occasionally get correspondence like this from people that I have never even met – people who are a wonderful encouragement to me! There is a retired lady, a widow, who writes to me, sometimes enclosing little tracts. I felt led to share the following true story in tract form which I have just received from her in the post…

William Patton MacKay left his home in Scotland to attend college at the age of 17. His mother gave him a Bible, writing her name, his name, and a verse of Scripture on the fly leaf. He graduated with high honours and became the head of a large hospital. He also became the head of a club of infidels where they practiced everything that was licentious and vile. He was open in his ridicule of God and the Bible. Two of his chief pleasures in life were confronting critical medical cases and drinking.

One day the ambulance brought in a man who had been horribly crushed. On his face, however, was a look of calm and peace so pronounced that it amazed Dr. MacKay, who was accustomed to seeing people suffer. With a smile the patient asked what the verdict was.

“Oh, I guess we will pull you through and fix you up.” replied the doctor.

“No, Doctor, I don’t want any guess,” said the man. “I want to know if it is life or death. Just lay me down easy anywhere, Doctor, I am ready. I am saved and am not afraid to die.” With a radiant face he continued, “I know I am going to be with the Lord Jesus Christ. He said, Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out’ (John 6v37), and I have come and accepted Him as my personal Saviour. But I want the truth. Just what is my condition?”

The doctor replied: “You have at the most three hours to live.” The doctor was touched, and thinking there might be relatives to notify asked, “Is there anything you would like to have us do for you?”

Thanking him, the injured man replied: “In one of my pockets is a two weeks’ pay cheque. If you can get it, I wish you would send it at once to my landlady, and ask her to send me the Book.”

“What book?” inquired the doctor. “Oh, just the Book,” the man answered. “She will know.”

Dr. MacKay arranged for the man’s request to be cared for, and then started on his rounds through the hospital. These words kept ringing through his ears: “I am ready, Doctor. Just lay me down easy, anywhere, Doctor, I am ready.”

Dr. MacKay had never been known to inquire about a patient from any personal interest, but for the first time in his life he wanted to know how this one was getting along. He returned to the ward where the man had been placed, and seeing the nurse whom he had assigned to the case, inquired as to his condition.

“He died just a few minutes ago,” the nurse informed him.

“Did the Book get here?” asked the doctor.

“Yes it arrived shortly before he died,” the nurse answered.

“What was it? asked Dr. MacKay, “his bank-book?”

“No, it wasn’t his bank-book,” replied the nurse. “It is still there, though, If you care to look at it. He died with it under his pillow.”

Dr. MacKay went to the bedside, reached under the sheet and drew a Bible from under the pillow. As he did so the Bible opened and the pages turned over to the flyleaf. There in his mother’s handwriting was Dr. Mackay’s name, his mother’s name and a verse of Scripture. It was the very Bible given to him by his mother when he left home to attend college. Long ago in a drunken spree, he had pawned it to obtain more liquor.

Dr. Mackay slipped the Book under his coat and rushed upstairs to his private office. He asked God to have mercy upon him and in repentance accepted Christ as his Saviour. He was heard; “his blind eyes opened on a sweet new world.” The old things had passed away, and he realized he was a new creation in Christ Jesus. (2Corinthians 5v17)

Dr. Mackay, the physician, became Dr. Mackay the preacher; and as a preacher of the Gospel, he turned many to the Lord.

Just as God had His eye on that Bible and on W.P. Mackay and had determined that they should meet again, so he has his eye on you, dear reader. ‘The Word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.’ Hebrews 4v12

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I would also like to add that Dr. W.P. MacKay (1839-1885) became a renowned hymn writer. Some of his hymns include “Memories of Earth,” “We take the Guilty Sinner’s Name” and “Worthy is the Lamb!” “Revive us Again” is the one which is best known today. This amazing story gives us such hope, for the same Lord who answered W.P. MacKay’s mother’s prayers for her son is at work in answered prayer to our own situations today!