The Pillow for My Head This Night

For those whose hearts have quailed in the black night of abandonment, for the souls who’ve stood — humiliated and ashamed, beneath the cast-off banner of rejection, for those of us who’ve wondered if God will someday do the same: healing words from Spurgeon.

“Whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting”
— Micah 5:2

The Lord Jesus had goings forth for His people as their representative before the throne, long before they appeared upon the stage of time. It was “from everlasting”… Pause, my soul, and wonder! Thou hast goings forth in the person of Jesus “from everlasting.” Not only when thou wast born into the world did Christ love thee, but His delights were with the sons of men before there were any sons of men. Often did He think of them; from everlasting to everlasting H had set his affection upon them. What! my soul, has He been so long about thy salvation, and will not He accomplish it? Has He from everlasting been going forth to save me, and will He lose me now? What! Has he carried me in his hand, as His precious jewel, and will He now let me slip from between His fingers? Did he choose me before the mountains were brought forth, or the channels of the deep were digged, and will He reject me now? Impossible! I am sure He would not have loved me so long if he had not been a changeless Lover. If He could grow weary of me, He would have been tired of me long before now. If He had not loved me with a love as deep as hell, and as strong as death, He would have turned from me long ago. Oh, joy above all joys, to know that I am His everlasting and inalienable inheritance, given to Him by His Father or ever the earth was! Everlasting love shall be the pillow for my head this night.”

“Everlasting love shall be the pillow for my head this night.” Amen.

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Etched in Life

Pyramids attest to great men and annals belong to kings but most of us common folk will simply make due with gravestones. Yet there remains a still more excellent way, a deeper legacy, a richer inheritance for those who follow — a legacy not etched in stone, but in that indestructible substance: love. The following article from Cripplegate illustrates my point.

The seventeenth century life of Thomas Vincent testified to the supremacy of love to Christ; the etchings of his pen still prick hearts — even my own selfish heart — today. Truly, “though dead, yet he speaks…”