March 21
"They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green..."
Psalm 92:14.
No one wants to get old. Disease becomes outright disease. This verse becomes a blessed
promise to those who keep faithful. We won't be spared getting old, but we will be spared
becoming useless and fruitless and simply less. We may not do as much or as well as we did
before. That doesn't matter; what is important is that our confidence does not fail. We
can't help the years that slip away, but we are responsible for coming to our later years
with the fruit of the Spirit so that we may stay "fresh and green" in our
hearts.
If we prayed in our youth, "Teach us to number our days and recognize how few they
are; help us to spend them as we should" (Psalm 90:12 TLB), then we need not fear the
approaching forever. When young we collect; when old we recollect, gratefully, we hope;
when young we celebrate; when old we cerebrate.
"Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to
the next generation..." Psalm 71:18; "Even to your old age and gray hairs I am
he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you
and I will rescue you" Isaiah 46:4. One who has affectionately created will sustain.
We cherish and defend that on which we have spent much time and love; how much more so our
Author and Finisher.
As our physical powers diminish, our spiritual powers raise our hopes and give rise to an
undaunted faith that our beloved Jesus returned to prepare us a room because He loves us
that much. He orders in love that we do not let our hearts be troubled, for He has counted
our gray hairs and asks only that we trust Him always.
Pat Nordman ©
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Spurgeon's Morning for March 21 |
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"Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?" - Job 38:31 |
"Ye shall be scattered, every man to his own, and shall leave me alone." - John 16:32 |
If inclined to boast of our abilities, the grandeur of nature may soon show us how puny we are. We cannot move the least of all the twinkling stars, or quench so much as one of the beams of the morning. We speak of power, but the heavens laugh us to scorn. |
To some selected spirits it is given, for the good of others, and to strengthen them for future, special, and tremendous conflict, to enter the inner circle and hear the pleadings of the suffering High Priest; they have fellowship with him in his sufferings, and are made conformable unto his death. |
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What to Feed
The cuckoo is a common bird in England. The first sign of spring is that bird's call. The cuckoo never builds its own nest. When it feels an egg coming on, it finds another nest with eggs and no parent bird. The cuckoo lands, hurriedly lays its egg, and takes off again. That's all the cuckoo does in terms of parenting. (We have a lot of cuckoos in our society today!)
The thrush, whose nest has now been invaded, comes back, circles, and comes into the wind to land. Not being very good at arithmetic, it can't imagine why it immediately begins to list to starboard. It gets to work hatching the eggs. Four little thrushes and one large cuckoo eventually hatch. The cuckoo is two or three times the size of the thrushes.
Mrs. Thrush, having hatched the five little birds, goes off early in the morning to get the worm. She comes back, circles the nest to see four petite thrush mouths and one cavernous cuckoo mouth. Who gets the worm? The cuckoo.
Guess what happens. The cuckoo gets bigger and bigger; the little thrushes get smaller and smaller.
To find a baby cuckoo in a nest, simply walk along a hedge row until you find little dead thrushes. The cuckoo throws them out one at a time. Here's an adult thrush feeding a baby cuckoo that is three times as big as the thrush.
And the moral of the story is this: you have two natures in one nest and the nature you go on feeding will grow, and the nature you go on starving will diminish. If there's going to be anything resembling that which God has in mind for us, it is going to come not through an annual attempt at the spirit of Christmas but a perpetual recognition of the Spirit of Christ.
-- Stuart Briscoe, "Christmas 365 Days a Year,"
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