Consider the lilies
'Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.'
I need oil, said an ancient monk; so he planted an olive sapling. 'Lord', he prayed, 'it needs rain that it's tender roots may drink and swell. Send gentle showers.' And the Lord sent gentle showers. 'Lord', prayed the monk, 'my tree needs sun. Send sun, I pray thee.' And the sun shone, gilding the dripping clouds. 'Now frost, my Lord, to brace its tissues,' cried the monk. And behold, the little tree stood sparkling with frost, but at evening it died.
Then the monk sought the cell of a brother monk, and told his strange experience. 'I too, planted a little tree,' he said, 'and see! it thrives well. But I entrust my tree to its God. He who made it knows better what it needs than a man like me. I laid no condition. I fixed not ways or means. 'Lord send what it needs,' I prayed, 'storm or sunshine, wind, rain, or frost. Thou hast made it and Thou dost know.'
A lovely story with an unmistakable message.
Our congregation have waited along time for a Pastor and now thankfully the Lord has granted us one. Our Assistant Pastor has managed to keep the congregation together through very difficult times. He has been selfless in his service for the King. He will be thankful this morning for prayer answered.
I hope and pray that this will give an added lift to all those who are fortunate enough to take their place at the Lord’s Table this Sabbath. I fear the topic of conversation afterwards will, be upon the merits of our new Pastor and not centred on the atoning work of Christ.
To be totally devoted to Christ and resigned to accept whatever He may put in my pathway in this life, is how I wish to live. Time to stop worrying, time to lean hard upon my Beloved and time to enjoy life more abundant. I know of no other way to glorify and to enjoy Him, other than being in total dependence upon Him for all my needs.
This week has been a painful week and last night I was thankful for a full nights sleep. The first time in nearly a fortnight. There is no doubt that pain makes me tired and weary. It also affects my defences against the evil one. I wallowed last evening in a stupor of self pity. This morning however, though still in pain I see my folly having been blessed with sleep.
Each day is an adventure in spiritual matters. Many days I simply cannot understand what my Lord is saying or doing in my life. Many days I fear He has left me altogether. There are days however, like this morning when His return is sweeter than honey to my needy soul. He had not parted company from me, but I in my weakness had drifted.
Time once more to think about the lilies. Often I have found myself forced myself to write ‘something’ for this website. The lilies do not force anything. The simply accept what the Lord provides and having done so they reflect His glory in their own particular way.
The beauty I see in the lilies is in their simplicity. I on the other hand complicate matters. All too often I take the reins into my own hands and try to steer a different course from the one I should be on.
Had goodness and mercy not followed me all the days of my life I would be in the gutter this morning. Thank you Lord Jesus for all things especially for a good nights rest!