Ranching in drought-stricken Kansas? I couldn’t believe it. And on hills of flint? Impossible. But there it was. Not until I read the book: The Natural Wonders of America, did I discover the reason for this unusual place.
A particular kind of grass flourishes on these flint hills. The roots go down through the tiny crevasses and cracks in the rock to seek moisture. Roots may be as long as fifty-nine feet. Even though the earth may be as dry as last year’s bird nest, there's water under the surface. The sun may be blistering, but the grass is nourished from the depths.
This is a parable of the church. Paul, (though in prison), was nourished by his roots in the historic faith.
If we break our linkage with God’s eternal plan, we die. If we maintain connections, we live. Even in the flinty hills of trouble, the Church has flourished. And it will.
"Behold, All Is Vanity"
Nothing can satisfy the entire man but the Lord's love and the Lord's own self. Saints have tried to anchor in other "havens", but they've been driven out of such fatal refuges. Solomon, the wisest of men, was permitted to make experiments for us all, and to do for us what we must not dare to do for ourselves. Here's his testimony in his own words: "So I was great, and increased more than all that were before me in Jerusalem: also my wisdom remained with me. And whatsoever mine eyes desired I kept not from them, I withheld not my heart from any joy; for my heart rejoiced in all my labour: and this was my portion of all my labour. Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun." "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity." What! the whole of it vanity? O favoured monarch, is there nothing in all thy wealth? Nothing in that wide dominio! Nothing reaching from the river even to the sea? Nothing in Palmyra's glorious palaces? Nothing in the house of the forest of Lebanon? In all thy music and dancing, and wine and luxury, is there nothing? "Nothing," he says, "but weariness of spirit." This was his verdict when he'd trodden the whole round of pleasure. To embrace our Lord Jesus, to dwell in His love, and be fully assured of union with Him---this is all in all. We need not try other forms of life in order to see whether they are better than the Christian's: if we roam the world around, we will see no sights like a sight of the Saviour's face; if we could have all the comforts of life, if we lost our Saviour, we'd be wretched; but if we win Christ, then should we "rot in a dungeon", we'd find it "a paradise"; should we live in obscurity, or die with famine, we'd yet be satisfied with favour and full of the goodness of the Lord.
BUT...Do we believe it? I wonder...soo easy ta say!
Lord, help us!
The Word Of God
The Word of God is the depository of the crown jewels of the universe; it's the lamp that kindles all other lights; it's the home of all majesties and splendors; it's the marriage-ring that unites the celestial and terrestrial, while all the clustering white-robed denizens of the sky are hovering around, rejoicing at the nuptials. It's the dissector of the human heart; the charter of the church of God; the specula of the Deity; the telescope of eternity. It's the wreath into which are twisted all garlands; it's the song into which strike all harmonies; it's the river into which are poured all the great tides of halleluiahs; it's the firmament in which suns and moons and stars are constellations, and where galaxies and immensities and universes and eternities wheel and blaze and triumph. Such is the wonderful volume God has given to men, and which outweighs all the libraries on the globe. It contains many writings, yet is one book. It has many writers, yet all is from one Author, the Almighty God. It's divine in its origin, in its unity. And it will be our judge on that day when granite rocks shall burst asunder, and all mankind shall stand in the presence of the great God.
The Bible is the most wonderful book in the world.
We shoud read it every day.
It points us to our home beyond the sky.