Four Unique Thoughts to Ponder On

 
 

The Eye of Faith: “An idol worshipper once pointed a Christian to his idols and images, and said, ‘Here are my gods, where are yours? Show me them.’ The Christian replied, ‘I cannot show you, my God; not because I have no God to show … but because you have no eyes with which to see Him.’”

(Anon.)


A Parting Shot: “Professor (‘Rabbi’) Duncan of New college, Edinburgh, addressing the departing students, is reported to have said; ‘What you need, gentlemen, are the three Gs – Greek, Grace, and Gumption. If you haven’t Greek, you can learn it. If you haven’t Grace, you can pray for it. If you haven’t Gumption, the Lord help you!’”

(A. M. Hunter.)


Not of Flesh: “Lord, I find the genealogy of my Saviour strangely chequered with four remarkable changes in four immediate generations:


‘Reboam begat Abia;’             that is, a bad father begat a bad son.
‘Abia begat Asa;’                    a bad father begat a good son.
‘Asa begat Josaphat;’              a good father begat a good son.
‘Josaphat begat Joram;’           a good father begat a bad son.

I see, Lord, from that, that my father’s piety cannot be transferred; and that is bad news for me. But I also see that actual impiety is not always hereditary; and that is good news for my son.”

(Andrew Fuller.)


Eternal Vigilance: The devil held a great anniversary, at which his emissaries were convened to report the results of their various missions in the world.


I let loose the wild beasts of the desert on a caravan of Christians”, said one, “and their bones are now bleaching on the sands.”

      “What of that?” said the devil; “their souls were all saved.”

“I drove the east wind,” said another, “against a ship ladened with Christians, and they are all drowned at the bottom of the sea.”

      “What of that?” said the devil; “their souls were all saved.”

“For ten years I tried to lull a single Christian asleep”, said a third, “and at last I succeeded and left him so.”

      Then the devil shouted, and all the night stars of hell sang for joy.

(Martin Luther.)