He Intercedes for us…

Evening- Octavius Winslow

“But Christ being come an High Priest of good things to come, by a greater and more perfect tabernacle, not made with hands, that is to say, not of this building; neither by the blood of goats and calves, but by His own blood He entered in once into the Holy place, having obtained eternal redemption for us.” Heb 9:11,12

“In approaching God in any spiritual service, why is it that your person is an object of His complacent delight? Because Jesus presents it. Why do your prayers, imperfectly framed and faintly breathed, come up before the altar with acceptance and power? Because Jesus is in heaven, and as your pleading Advocate separates your petition from all its flaws, and as your interceding Priest purifies it from all its sin, and presents it as a “golden vial full of odor” to His Father. And when in pensive sadness you have trodden your lonely path, the spirit chafed, the heart wounded, the world desolate, and a thousand images of terror and of gloom filling the vast void, oh little did you think that within that veil, so awfully mysterious to you, there stood One- your Friend and Brother, your Advocate and Priest- who knew your secret sorrow, and who at that moment was pouring out His full heart, His whole soul, in powerful and prevalent intercession, that your tried and wavering faith might not fail.”

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Today Walk…

Today, is a day that the Lord has prepared for you. He has blessed you with new life by waking you. Now, by the grace given to you by our glorious Creator in all humility and harmony walk with Him. In all things may your days journey reflect His glory, that, He receives all praise in how people today see you, they see Him.

I’m reading now this wonderful work written by Octavius Winslow, titled Morning and Evening thoughts. He wrote these words ” believer; a holy, filial, joyful liberty is your birthright. It is the liberty of a pardoned and justified sinner; of a reconciled , adopted child; of one for whom there is ” now no condemnation.” Yet how few of God’s people walk in the full enjoyment of this liberty! How few pray, and love, and confide, as adopted children!

Oh sons of God, rise to this your high and heavenly calling! Your freedom was purchased at a high price-undervalue it not. It is most holy- abuse it not. It binds you by the strongest obligations to yield yourselves unto God, as those that are alive from the dead. Be these the breathings of our soul: “Lord! My sweetest privilege is obedience to you; my highest freedom wearing Your yoke- my greatest rest bearing your burden. Oh, how love I Your law after the inward man! I delight to do Your will, oh my God!”

DJohn

Leaning upon her Beloved Song 8:5

Octavius Winslow
Morning thoughts
November 22

What more appropriate, what more soothing truth could we bring before you, suffering Christian, than this? You are sick-lean upon Jesus. His sick ones are peculiarly dear to His heart. You are dear to Him. In all your pains and languishings, faintings and lassitude, Jesus is with you; for He created that frame, He remembers that it is but dust, and He bids you lean upon Him, and leave your sickness and its issue entirely in His hands.
You are oppressed- lean upon Jesus. He will undertake your cause, and committing it thus into His hands, He will bring forth your righteousness as the light, and your judgment as the noonday. You are lonely-lean upon Jesus. Sweet will be the communion and close the fellowship which you may thus hold with Him, your heart burning within you while He talks with you by the way. Is the ascent steep and difficult? Lean upon your Beloved. Is the path strait and narrow? Lean upon your Beloved. Do intricacies and perplexities and trials weave their network around your feet? Lean upon your Beloved. Has death smitten down the strong arm and chilled the tender heart upon which you were used to recline? Lean upon your Beloved.
Oh! Lean upon Jesus in every strait, in every want, in every sorrow, in every temptation. Nothing is too insignificant, nothing too mean, to take to Christ. It is enough that you want Christ, to warrant you in coming to Christ. No excuse need you make for repairing to Him; no apology will He require for the frequency of your approach; He loves to have you quite near to Him, to hear your voice, and to feel the confidence of your faith and the pressure of your love. Ever remember that there is a place in the heart of Christ sacred to you, and which no one can fill but yourself, and from which none may dare exclude you. And when you are dying, oh! Lay your languishing head upon the bosom of your Beloved, and fear not the foe, and dread not the passage; for His rod and His staff, they will comfort you. On that bosom the beloved disciple leaned at supper; on that bosom the martyr Stephen laid his bleeding brow in death; and on that bosom you, too, beloved, may repose, living or dying, soothed, supported, and sheltered by your Savior and your Lord.

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