Tuesday, December 23, 2014

The perfect guide

Below is a devotional I receive daily, here is today's. Enjoy!


Long before baby Jesus was born, God prophesied that a King would be born in Bethlehem. Caesar Augustus had no idea he was setting God's plans in motion when he issued a decree that all the world should be taxed.
Mary and Joseph arrived in Bethlehem confident their Heavenly Father was taking care of every detail--but there was no room for them or baby Jesus in the inn! Mary may have been tempted to doubt the Divine planning. Surely 
there would have been arrangements made for Jesus to be born in a respectable place. 

Sometimes we think God must have forgotten to plan some details of our lives. Things don't seem to fall together. But God always provides, although not always in the way we anticipate. Sometimes He says, "I have higher purposes than simply allowing all to fall together easily. Trust Me to be your Guide no matter how things seem."

Thank You, Jesus, for being my perfect Guide. I will trust You even though I do not understand.

 "The LORD will guide you continually" (Isaiah 58:11).

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Bind our hearts

Bind Our Hearts to Thee

Posted: 06 Dec 2014 12:00 AM PST

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Isaiah 53:1-12

The hymn “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing” was written by Robert Robinson. Robinson came to Christ under the ministry of George Whitfield. He felt called to preach while attending Whitfield’s Calvinist Methodist Church. But, in only a year, he became entangled in a controversy over infant baptism. He soon joined a Baptist church, later becoming their pastor. One book he wrote during this time was: A Plea for the Divinity of our Lord Jesus Christ. However, after retirement he became associated with Unitarians and a prominent Unitarian minister performed his funeral.

It is said that late in his life, while riding in a coach, a woman asked Robinson if he recognized the tune of the hymn she was humming. It was the tune to “Come, Thou Fount.” Robinson is reported to have replied, “Madam, I am the poor unhappy man who wrote that hymn many years ago, and I would give a thousand worlds, if I had them, to enjoy the feelings I had then.”

We have all gone astray and are too prone to go our own way. Our only hope is to live daily near the One who was pierced for our iniquities.

Author: Duane C. Brush