Not One Word
of His Promise Has Failed
Blessed
be the Lord, that hath given rest unto his people Israel, according to all that
he promised: there hath not failed one word of all his good promise, which he
promised by the hand of Moses his servant. 1 Kings 8:56
We
were favored with a sight of the most glorious sunset it was ever my privilege
to behold. Language is inadequate to picture its beauty. The last beams of the
setting sun, silver and gold, purple, amber, and crimson, shed their glories
athwart the sky, growing brighter and brighter, rising higher and higher in the
heavens, until it seemed that the gates of the city of God had been left ajar
and gleams of the inner glory were flashing through. For two hours the wondrous
splendor continued to light up the cold northern sky--a picture painted by the
great Master-Artist upon the shifting canvas of the heavens. Like the smile of
God it seemed, above all earthly homes, above the rock-bound plains, the rugged
mountains, the lonely forests, through which our journey lay.
Angels of mercy seemed whispering,
"Look up. This glory is but a gleam of the light which flows from the
throne of God. Live not for earth alone. Look up, and behold by faith the
mansions of the heavenly home." This scene was to me as the bow of promise
to Noah, enabling me to grasp the assurance of God's unfailing care and to look
forward to the haven of rest awaiting the faithful worker. Ever since that time
I have felt that God granted us this token of His love for our encouragement.
Never while memory lingers can I forget that vision of beauty and the comfort
and peace it brought.
It is impossible for any mind to
comprehend all the richness and greatness of even one promise of God. One
catches the glory of one point of view, another the beauty and grace from
another point, and the soul is filled with heavenly light.
In them He is speaking to us
individually. . . . It is in these promises that Christ communicates to us His
grace and power.
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