The 28th of April will mark the second full month of God's faithfulness to our daily online bible class. We will finally be uploading each session on The Kletos podcast on a weekly basis for the benefit of the saints. Meanwhile this is a repost.
As requested:
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no means does this earn me anything, it is rather an outward raiment of
an oft disposition; a state of the soul at war with the flesh. My
foreboding lack and total helplessness always driving me deeper into the
soil of Calvary where the puddle of blood still is. That crimson pool
fed by the fountain of blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins. I would lay
there on the cold floor and would wish to stay forever, afraid of the
sin crouching just outside my door. Of truth, the safest place on this
earth is at the foot of the cross. There must be something about those
penitent kings of old who would spend long nights and weeks in this. I
would lay there till I fall asleep. Never has it been said anywhere that
God keeps our preachings inside a bottle, but He keeps our tears.
Neither does it say that the preaching of the saints come up to Him as a
sweet memorial and a savor, but the prayers of the saints.
Hence, the sackcloth.
Oh, but one might argue, You are being legalistic, tell me, what do you
get out of it? Nothing. I get nothing except a sore shoulder and a bad
back in the morning. But should I care if get anything out of it? The
question is what does He get? He gets me. He gets my soul and spirit. He
gets my heart and being. It's what he gets, and not I. People care not
to get lost in the fairy tale that they ought to benefit from following
God, but what has God yet to give that He hasn't given already? Life as a
believer, a bestowed privilege and the highest of all earthly honor
that riches can never purchase, is one that is giving back to God what
this person in his wretchedness has totally denied Him for so long: the
glory that He deserves for being God. He delights in me when I delight
in worshiping Him. He delights in giving me His strength. He delights in
giving me His joy and His peace. He delights in showing me that blessed
Salvation that is Christ. With a pure heart and a clear conscience I
ache within myself that I may be able to say to Him truthfully, "Nothing
on earth I desire but thee alone." But I know that is yet to come. For
now I can only wish.
Hence, the sackcloth.
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