Archive for April 10, 2012

Day 50 | Read the Bible in a Year

read the bible in a year: day 50 Matthew 1

1 The book of the generations of Jesus Christ, the son of David, the son of Abraham. 2 The son of Abraham was Isaac; and the son of Isaac was Jacob; and the sons of Jacob were Judah and his brothers; 3 And the sons of Judah were Perez and Zerah by Tamar; and the son of Perez was Hezron; and the son of Hezron was Ram; 4 And the son of Ram was Amminadab; and the son of Amminadab was Nahshon; and the son of Nahshon was Salmon; 5 And the son of Salmon by Rahab More >

Hosanna!

In Matthew 21:9, the multitudes who went before and those who followed cried out, saying: “Hosanna to the Son of David! ‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the LORD!’ Hosanna in the highest!”

All praises to God for the Son of David! How faithful is God for always keeping His promises. He promised a Savior and He sends His only Son, Jesus Christ to rescue us. As the old saying goes, “if you want to do it right, you have to do it yourself.” Thank God for that. We have been trying our entire lives to make a path to get More >

Thought for the morning of Fri February 18, 2011

Perhaps, O tried soul, the Lord is doing this to develop thy graces. There are some of thy graces which would never be discovered if it were not for thy trials. Dost thou not know that thy faith never looks so grand in summer weather as it does in winter? Love is too often like a glow-worm, showing but little light except it be in the midst of surrounding darkness. Hope itself is like a star-not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity. Afflictions are often the black foils More >

Thought for the morning of Tue April 10, 2012

The hill of comfort is the hill of Calvary; the house of consolation is built with the wood of the cross; the temple of heavenly blessing is founded upon the riven rock-riven by the spear which pierced his side. No scene in sacred history ever gladdens the soul like Calvary’s tragedy.

“Is it not strange, the darkest hour That ever dawned on sinful earth, Should touch the heart with softer power, For comfort, than an angel’s mirth? That to the Cross the mourner’s eye should turn, Sooner than where the stars of Bethlehem burn?”

Light springs from the midday-midnight of More >