“I heard Him say, “Go there and speak” But I ran away, boarded a ship Like the Titanic, I was bold. I was wise in my way, in my eyes. Unbeknown to me, I leaked and was weak. I had betrayed myself, my soul sold.
And down I went, drowning to a point of no return. Then I remembered my fault And cried out to Him. In the depths I raised a hymn of praise, I worshipped my Maker for His mercy, His wisdom, power, sovereignty. Like Paul and Silas, I was not silenced, Even in the rain, pain and grave.
He was moved, quickly forgave Commanded an earthquake To wash me ashore. And there I was, Even with a pillow Under my head. How loving, how caring!
“He appeared first to Mary Magdalene, out of whom he had cast seven devils.” Mark 16:9
Mary of Magdala was the victim of a fearful evil. She was possessed by not one devil only, but seven. These dreadful inmates caused much pain and pollution to the poor frame in which they had found a lodging. Hers was a hopeless, horrible case. She could not help herself, neither could any human succour avail. But Jesus passed that way, and unsought, and probably even resisted by the poor demoniac, he uttered the word of power, and Mary of Magdala became a trophy of the healing power of Jesus. All the seven demons left her, left her never to return, forcibly ejected by the Lord of all. What a blessed deliverance! What a happy change! From delirium to delight, from despair to peace, from hell to heaven! Straightway she became a constant follower of Jesus, catching his every word, following his devious steps, sharing his toilsome life; and withal she became his generous helper, first among that band of healed and grateful women who ministered unto him of their substance. When Jesus was lifted up in crucifixion, Mary remained the sharer of his shame: we find her first beholding from afar, and then drawing near to the foot of the cross. She could not die on the cross with Jesus, but she stood as near it as she could, and when his blessed body was taken down, she watched to see how and where it was laid. She was the faithful and watchful believer, last at the sepulchre where Jesus slept, first at the grave whence he arose. Her holy fidelity made her a favoured beholder of her beloved Rabboni, who deigned to call her by her name, and to make her his messenger of good news to the trembling disciples and Peter. Thus grace found her a maniac and made her a minister, cast out devils and gave her to behold angels, delivered her from Satan, and united her forever to the Lord Jesus. May I also be such a miracle of grace!
Christ is my Life, not just the source of my life. He is my stay and the way.
He is my place. For, I am in Christ. I was dead in trespasses and sin, but was crucified with Him.
I died with Him, was buried with Him and was raised with Him, like Lazarus was raised; like Tabitha was raised. But I was raised to a New Beginning, a newness of life.
He is the substance- the woof and warp-of my spiritual life. Without Him I am nothing. He only gives life to my living and gives reason for my living. Without Him I cannot do anything worth doing and with Him I can do all things He foreordained for me to do. For, He strengthens me. I live for Him. I live to please Him and not any other. I live to reflect Him. I live as His ambassador. There is nothing good in me but that which He deposited through His Holy Spirit, Who powers me. I am lost in Him. I live by Him- the word of life. He is the Manna – the bread that came down from heaven that a man should eat and be truly satisfied. For, ‘man shall not live by bread alone but by very word that proceeds from the mouth of God.’ I can never get a morsel to satisfy the hunger in my spirit except it comes from Him!
His is the solace of my Life- the God of all comfort. He has sent in to my soul, another Comforter, just like Him, Who daily comforts me, counsels me, corrects me, energises me, directs me, rejuvenates me, propels me, fills me, revives me, teaches me, anoints me, opens my eyes to see beyond the natural, prays through me and in me and with me; advocate and intercedes for me. It is He who works in me, both to will and to do according to His good pleasure. It is He who does exceeding abundantly through me, far above that which I can pray, think, or even dream about, according to the power that works in me.
He is the Author and Finisher of my faith. He gives me peace that passes all understanding and joy unspeakable and full of glory. He is my peace. H enables me to soar like an eagle in times of storms using adversities as opportunities to break glass ceilings, go to the next threshold, do that which is naturally impossible, because all things are possible with Him. H gives calm in the storms of life.
There is nothing worth living for but for Him. He is the object of my life. As flies the arrow to the bulls eye, so my soul flies to Him in my fellowship with Him. As the soldier fights for his captain to obtain the coveted golden crown, so my soul fights the good fight of faith, putting my body under as to obtain my crown of righteousness and crown of life that He will bestow those who win the battles of life. He is the captain of my salvation who won the war for me and made me more than a conqueror and overcomer. He daily leads me in triumphal procession.
He daily moulds me, fashions me to be more like Him, as I fellowship with Him, as I rise and press on for the mark of the prize of the high-calling in Him. In Him I live, move and have my being. In His life, I have life. In His will I live and thrive. He is my Exemplar in life- the Divine copy to follow. He leads the way, shows the way and is the Way. He is the Vine and I am part of the branches. I draw my nutrients from Him and from His word that is spirit and life. As I yield to Him, I will not be conformed to the pattern of this world or shaped into the mould of this world but I would be transformed, metamorphosed, by the renewing of my mind and think His thoughts and do things His way. Why? Because Christ is my life!
O what an inheritance, what a possession, what a position and what a present day reality!
And do you know what? This is also yours for the asking. Christ is our life and our all.
As they ministered to the Lord and fasted, the Holy Spirit said, “Now separate to Me Barnabas and Saul for the work to which I have called them.”3 Then, having fasted and prayed, and laid hands on them, they sent them away. Acts13:218 But Samuel ministered before the LORD, even as a child, wearing a linen ephod. 1Sam2:18
.8 At that time the LORD separated the tribe of Levi to bear the ark of the covenant of the LORD, to stand before the LORD to minister to Him and to bless in His name, to this day. Deut10:8
Heaven will be full of the ceaseless praises of Jesus. Eternity! thine unnumbered years shall speed their everlasting course, but forever and forever, “to him be glory.” Is he not a “Priest forever after the order of Melchizedek?” “To him be glory.” Is he not king forever?–King of kings and Lord of lords, the everlasting Father? “To him be glory forever.” Never shall his praises cease. That which was bought with blood deserves to last while immortality endures. The glory of the cross must never be eclipsed; the lustre of the grave and of the resurrection must never be dimmed. O Jesus! thou shalt be praised forever. Long as immortal spirits live–long as the Father’s throne endures–forever, forever, unto thee shall be glory.
Believer, you are anticipating the time when you shall join the saints above in ascribing all glory to Jesus; but are you glorifying him now? The apostle’s words are, “To him be glory both now and forever.” Will you not this day make it your prayer? “Lord, help me to glorify thee; I am poor; help me to glorify thee by contentment; I am sick; help me to give thee honour by patience; I have talents; help me to extol thee by spending them for thee; I have time; Lord, help me to redeem it, that I may serve thee; I have a heart to feel; Lord, let that heart feel no love but thine, and glow with no flame but affection for thee; I have a head to think; Lord, help me to think of thee and for thee; thou hast put me in this world for something; Lord, show me what that is, and help me to work out my life-purpose: I cannot do much; but as the widow put in her two mites, which were all her living, so, Lord, I cast my time and eternity too into thy treasury; I am all thine; take me, and enable me to glorify thee now, in all that I say, in all that I do, and with all that I have.”