Precious Jesus

"Afresh, precious, precious Jesus, I resign this body to You, for doing or suffering, for living or dying. Will You accept it? Will You use me for Your glory more than heretofore, that You may have some little return for all the benefits You have done to me? Oh, do grant this request; my heart longs for it, my spirit pleads for it; and "if You will, You can." You know the hot temptation of which I am the subject. Bring Your glory out of it, and keep me from the evil, and it shall be well." - Ruth Bryan

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

I believe myself mortal

October, 1764. - This night I confess before you, who alone has immortality—that I believe myself mortal. Soon the eye which guides, and the hand that holds this pen—shall crumble into dust in the cold grave—and my soul shall go to dwell in the eternal world! Sober removal! Solemn change! Eternal state! Is there not a friend to attend and comfort me through all? Ah! no! My friends, the nearest and the dearest, are at best but compassionate spectators; they may weep at my bedside, but cannot take one blow for me in the hottest battle. Yes, the angels may minister to me on this side the river, and on that side the river—but not one of them can descend with me into the swellings of Jordan. But, O merciful High-Priest! who in my nature has tasted of death to soften mine—you shall go down with me into the flowing stream, and at your presence the raging torrent shall divide. And then, instead of being carried down the stream of destruction—I shall have a pleasant entrance into Immanuel's land! Woe to him who is alone in the hour of death! When I fight my last enemy—be my shield; when I walk in death's dark valley be my sun. And then foes and fears shall distress me no more.
One may beat a snappish dog with a stick—but to fight an enraged lion, requires other weapons. It is a small thing to lie a few days under a disease—but another thing to die. A cold shiver or two shall enter me among the inhabitants of the unseen world. I start back, and recoil—but the tender thread breaks—and in a moment I die! I see, I feel—that it is not an easy thing to die. Nature startles at death, and the unprepared soul is overwhelmed with a horrible gloom, that increases through eternity itself. Where then, O where shall I find comforts for my last moments? They must come from above, for the world will avail me nothing in that day. I will therefore have recourse to God's promises, which are exceeding great, exceeding precious, and exceeding proper to every case a child of God can be in; more precious than mountains of gold, and great above conception and thought.

James Meikle - 'King of terrors' 


Darrel said...

The contemplation of one's own death is a good thing, especially for those born again. Interesting that this article was written 35 years before his death. Is it not a goodly portion of Lovingkindness from the Lord that prepares the heart and soul of His beloved for the day they will not simply die, but be ushered into His Presence and see His Face? The prospect of that joy easily outweighs any fears that may arise (Heb. 2:14 & 15). It is also a wake up call so that we may be sure that our heart is right before Him at all times, that no hidden or secret sin may still be cherished and have sway over us. Even so, come Lord Jesus.

lyn said...

Even though I have been elected unto eternal life, I think most still have a bit of fear concerning our departure. Yes, I know I will be ushered into His presence. But I think if we are honest, we are all a bit apprehensive about death. I think when it finally comes, that will change.

Darrel said...

I guess I gave the impression that I have no apprehension, but that is not the case. My thoughts have considered the day more in the past few years than ever before. Perhaps that is due to dwindling health or "close calls" or too many funerals or I would hope the grace of God to prepare my heart and mind for that day. Worldly attachments have been slowly dissolved, to some I say good riddance and to some there is pain yet to be resolved (mostly where people are involved). Being only a few months away from this post's author's age of death, it is sobering to know that I have no guarantee of the rest of the current moment, but I would lie if I said that peace for my approaching time is a stranger to me. Thank God for His ever abounding grace in this matter.

lyn said...

No, not at all. I was stating what I think and feel, as I get older I realize my days are drawing to a close, my time is coming to an end. I am thankful on the one hand, yet I have many thoughts and emotions that run through my head. I am holding on to the fact that God will give me grace and strength when that day comes, without that hope, I would be a basket case.