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Lord’s Day 20, 2019

I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.”


For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life? And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith! Do not worry then, saying, “What will we eat?” or “What will we drink?” or “What will we wear for clothing?” For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. —Matthew 6:25–33

Questions to unbelief.



If to Jesus for relief
My soul has fled by pray’r;
Why should I give way to grief,
Or heart-consuming care?
Are not all things in his hand?
Has he not his promise past?
Will he then regardless stand
And let me sink at last?

While I know his providence
Disposes each event;
Shall I judge by feeble sense,
And yield to discontent?
If he worms and sparrows feed,
Clothe the grass in rich array;
Can he see a child in need,
And turn his eye away?

When his name was quite unknown,
And sin my life employ’d;
Then he watch’d me as his own,
Or I had been destroy’d:
Now his mercy-seat I know,
Now by grace am reconcil’d;
Would he spare me while a foe,
To leave me when a child?

If he all my wants supply’d
When I disdain’d to pray;
Now his Spirit is my guide,
How can he say me nay?
If he would not give me up,
When my soul against him fought;
Will he disappoint the hope,
Which he himself has wrought?

If he shed his precious blood
To bring me to his fold;
Can I think that meaner good
He ever will withhold?
Satan, vain is thy device!
Here my hope rests well-assur’d,
In that great redemption-price,
I see the whole secur’d.

—John Newton, Olney Hymns. Book III: On the Rise, Progress, Changes, and Comforts of the Spiritual Life.

Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

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Posted 2019·05·19 by David Kjos
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