Friday 30 August 2013

Blessed Assurance

This I know; for God is for me_ Ps 56:9

It has been called the psalm for all seasons. No one doubts it is not. Psalm 23 evokes unwavering confidence and assurance.

“The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want.” It means I shall not lack anything. It is statement of faith. I may not have “it” now but in the presence of God I know I will have it. I may not have anything now but tomorrow I shall have something.

Hasn’t He said to ask without doubting? Don’t doubt. Be patient and don’t panic. Above all don’t murmur nor be discontent. “Content is the philosopher's stone which turns all it touches into gold; happy is he who has found it. Content is more than a kingdom, it is another word for happiness.”

“As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.” “For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.”

Psa 23:2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

I may not see the green now. The sun may be too hot and the grass has withered. But I know this is a passing set-back. In the evening the clouds will gather. In the night it will rain. In the morning it shall be green again. So don’t worry. Don’t be anxious.

Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment? Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:  And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?’ (Mat 6:25-30).

The river he carries us through is the silent one. No breaking of waves. No rocks slicing through the water, shaking it, and menacing it with the fear of death. I hear Him when He speaks because there is no noise in the river. “Be still, and know that I am God.” He does that every day. But often we don’t hear for the din that washes over us like a flood.

Shut out that noise. Get out among the flowers. Take a walk in the forest. Climb the mountain and behold the world below. Remove pen and paper and begin to take notes as you immerse yourself only in Him, the Word.

 “My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.”

 Psa 23:3  He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

What time I am afraid I will trust in God. The soul that had sunk He has brought it to the surface again. The water that had been muddied is clear again. I draw water from it and I am filled all day and night.

So what shall I fear? He leadeth me. Haven’t I prayed to him to teach me? And hasn’t He promised that is exactly what He will do?

“I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye” (Ps 32:8).

This I know; for God is with me; “therefore for thy name’s sake lead me, and guide me.”

Psa 23:4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Though I am walking through it now, or though it shall come to meet me on my way, “I will fear no evil.”  whom shall I fear when thy presence is ever with me? It is enough, O Lord, that I am not alone. You walk before me and I follow. The beast will not devour me. Yes. Because your rod and your staff they comfort me;  “the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?”

 “Though a host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident”- that you will not fail me nor forsake me.

“The worst evils of life are those which do not exist except in our imagination… We feel a thousand deaths in fearing one.”

Psa 23:5  Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Your promises have engulfed me. I have drunk them and I am full to the brim; “my cup runneth over.” Look on the bright side. Recall the past favours and soon your cup will be overflowing.

Know the privileges of God, the promises of God. don’t ever lose sight of them. they are your “wills,” they are your inheritance.

They are your “goodness” and they stretch from the bank of God to eternity. It is all yours. It shall eventually be all yours. What a blessed assurance! What I had neither asked or thought, it has come to pass. It shall remain that way for eternity.

Psa 23:6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

I love that utmost confidence of the psalmist, as if he would say, “Surely? What lack I now? Nothing! ” So what is preventing you to be joyous and happy? Haven’t you got Him all?  “Yea, I will rejoice over them to do them good, and I will plant them in this land assuredly with my whole heart and with my whole soul” (Jer 32:41).  

So why should you fear? Can you muster that confidence, that belief? It is the faith which conjures up God as a high tower, a rock, a fortress, a buckler, and a pavilion. Mark well that strength. Mark well that safety. “So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.”

Therefore “Doest thou well to be angry for the gouard?”

Faith glorifies God. Trust glorifies God. Contentment glorifies God. Therefore don’t fear to show it, even to shout aloud about it from the rooftops.

You may not have it now but faith says it will come. You will have it. It is all yours if you ask in faith. The psalmist knew the God he believed in. He knew He was the God of all possibilities.

God grant you the grace to believe that. God grant you that Blessed Assurance. This is my story, this is my song, Praising my savior all the day long. What is your story, what is your song?



Friday 23 August 2013

The Years of Solicitude and the Rest

When The House is Left Empty
Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Mat 11:28 

It is another morning of solemn anxiety. The sun is absent. The cold is bitingly chilly. The children went with the wind. Scattered in the wide world web trying to make a meaning out of life.

The cuckoo left the nest and has never returned.

The tenement is big, only the loneliness is bigger. I gave up trying to fight it many years ago. I tried to shoot it but the bullets went astray. Now I pump drugs at it in doses big enough to kill an elephant but it refuses to die.

Oh, the encumbrance, the soreness! How I would give away all this for a real life!

My mind is like a mountain covered in fog. I try to see ahead but soon I lose the track. I sound so ancient I fear to read the books and find it is the truth. My body sweats and all the windows go misty. It is no wonder since water is the only thing I find tasty these days.

I miss the smell and the fragrances that were once the life of this house. Oops! I even forget my own smell. When was the last time I took a bath? God bring down water and fill this house.

Memories break through this mind like a sea-wave. They scatter their debris upon the shore of my naked body. Yeah. The knots are fallen off in pleasant places indeed! They are all over me and isn’t that nice?

Ha! Ha! Ha!

At least I can manage that. Though it hurts just to open my mouth. So there is nothing free in life after all? The spider that got stuck in its own weave. Later it died.

In the noon the sun breaks through. The beams splash the earth with bewitching effulgence. In the lawn outside the flowers are beside themselves with a fervent song. I wish I could sing like that. I wish I could be a flower! That splendor.  God why didn’t you make me a flower?

There was music once. There was life. There was song. There was rhythm and dance, and harmony. The cars didn’t honk needlessly, and people talked calmly without scaring the children. The people spoke the truth and they didn’t struggle to be believed.

A boy my own grandchild’s age made passes at me and swore it wasn’t for my money. I almost believed him, poor me. If I had strength in my teeth I should have given him a mouth lashing to last him until his next birthday. If I had strength in my teeth.

Is this all that my years have come to, to gather together in a languishing sigh the debris of yester years? Perhaps it’s true what the Preacher said. Is this the profit?  But I loved his closing remarks. Life can still be sweet. Life can still be livable again no matter what.

Look to the cross and cast there your burdens. For He cares for you. The malignant will heal. The flesh will return to the bone. And you will live again. If you want to. The children will return home. The maelstrom will stop. The din will vanish. The fog will clear and the sun will shine again.

The lurch will go. The strength will return. Noel will be back. The snow will lay side by side with the sun and no one will melt. God’s breath will be audible again in this house.

Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

I close my eyes and the song just flows ceaselessly over me, washing me, and cleansing me. After a long long time there is water in my house again and I can bathe!

Come, Lord, wash me. Father, cleanse me so I will be whiter than snow...

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder/Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made/I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder/Thy power thru-out the universe displayed!

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee; How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When thru the woods and forest glades I wander/And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees/When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur/And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze/

Then sings my soul… (Carl Boberg, 1859-1940).

The End of this Matter is This
Flee the devil. Resist him. At all cost. If he wants to make you sad refuse. If he wants to heap up sorrows upon you like coals of fire refuse. If he wants to bring back again those fetid, unsavory memories of yester years shut that door with a loud bang and turn on the key. If you can, throw away the key altogether!

If it is memories of a bitter altercation that has stuck on you for years like a scab on a wound tear it and let the abscess flow out. After that the wound will heal. The skin will return. The beauty will knock again at the main door. Please let Him in!

Don’t shrink because the sun absconds. Don’t worry. Throw away anxiety. If love has gone out through the window it will come back again, through door. Why should you lack peace for the joy of the devil? Nature is adorned again in regal lyricism. The sheet is blank. Find the pen and write your own end in it. Write it.

For Devotion
“Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light” (Mat 11:28-30).

It is a rest to the soul. Not rest from life. It is not to bring you to death but to bring life back to you. It is to give you beauty for ashes. It is becoming born-again (John 3:3; Eph 1:13; 2:8-9; 1 Th 2:13; 2 Co 5:17; 1 Pe 1:23-25). It is not a passive rest. It will cost you but it is not your own money or strength. You come. The Holy Spirit does the rest (Eph 1:13).

If you don’t work you will die. If you don’t exercise you will die. Christianity is same. It requires spiritual exercises. Reading his Word, praying, serving. “For bodily exercise profiteth little: but godliness is profitable unto all things, having promise of the life that now is, and of that which is to come” (1Ti 4:8).

It is work, yes, but it is a labour of love, not even work! (Heb 6:10). “For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them” (Eph 2:10). “For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure” (Phi 2:13).

Lastly share the Good News. Don’t hoard! Actually it is a commandment. “And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned” (Mar 16:15-16). 

You will read, meditate and pray. So “[that] ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God” (Col 1:10). See also Col 3; Eph 5. Finally pray and ask God to give you the grace to understand “these things” (Mat 7:7-8; Jer 29:11-14).



Saturday 17 August 2013

The Ineffable Joy of Christian Living

Therefore with joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation_ Isa 12:3   

Neither be ye sorry; for the joy of the LORD is your strength_ Neh 8:10

And these things write we unto you, that your joy may be full_ 1Jo 1:4 

Christian joy defies expression. It is something to be experienced to be believed.

The dichotomy between natural and spiritual also exists here. So there is a spiritual joy and there is a natural joy. The natural joy is that which pertaineth to the flesh. It is the joy of the world and it is driven by good feelings.

But let the clouds turn dark and gloomy and the natural temper of men also turns dark and gloomy. They meet with a slight mishap and their sorrow is assured. Their joy withers inside them like dry stubs of grass.

The believer on the other hand remains in a state of joyfulness at all times. It is his faith which drives him.  

The faith will increase where joy is increased. But faith will take a beating where joy has shrunk. The two are correlated. To shrink joy is to strangle faith.

Normally to be a Christian is to be called a “new creature.” And by that virtue alone all Christian behavior will seem to break all tenets of conventional wisdom. For example, how can one be joyful in the face of suffering?

Viewed from the “outside” this believer would resemble a sort of fool to a non-believer (1 Co 1:18-25; 4:10).

The saints of the Bible seemed that way. They lived their faith and their joy was evident throughout their lives. The saints of our day are a different people though. They would resemble the Malachi people. God asked them a question, and they hurled back the same question at Him. “Wherein have we despised your name?”

Christianity is in essence about separation. A sanctified people are a people who have been set apart. We are in the world but we are not of this world (Joh 15:19; 1 Joh 2:15-17; Rom 12:2; Col 3:1-2).

It was thus that Abraham was “called out” to get out of his country, and from his kindred, and from his father’s house – unto “a land that I will shew thee” (Gen 12:1). We have also been “called out” of this world. Church is the English name for Ekkleesia, the Greek name for an assembly or community of believers, the “called out” ones. It is not a church building or denomination. The church might be in a person’s house, under a tree or in a cave.

God might have called and kept Abraham in his own father’s land, and among his own people, but He didn’t. When one is called of God one is also called to make a clean break.  

Abraham walked in obedience and was fully persuaded that what God had promised, “he was able also to perform.” Whatever our circumstances we too lean on the same persuasion. The same faith. The same hope. The same joy.

These Things were Written for our Own Joy
The examples abound everywhere in Scripture of the saints who kept their joy despite seeing very hard things.   
 
We begin with Paul. Though beset with much travail and labour in this world, yet he never denied his joy.

When he was put in prison he may have been physically “crippled” in the sense he could not move about, but his preaching was carried on in the redoubtable prison epistles which he penned. He may have been in bonds but that did not take away his joy. Instead he rallied his disciples, who were not in bonds but were out free, to “Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice” (Phi 4:4).  

It was the same when he was put in prison with Silas. They prayed and sang songs even in the middle of the night!

The catalogue of Paul’s mishaps only grew larger, as also his joy broke the banks of belief.

Thrice was I beaten with rods, once was I stoned, thrice I suffered shipwreck, a night and a day I have been in the deep;  In journeyings often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils by mine own countrymen, in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren; In weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness (2Co 11:25-27).

The martyrs when they went down to the stakes, they went down with their heads held high. They approached their fiery death in a flaming joy. No wonder Paul observed that “We are fools for Christ’s sake” (1 Co 4:10a)!
 
Paul endured it all yet he never lost his joy.  This is that which is called glorying in tribulation. Satan meant to put a damper on their joy, but even in their “bonds’ they “saw” Christ and glorified him.  

You are in bonds too. You are in a fix. Your joy is in faraway places. You grieve and you hurt. The secret is to discover your joy. Go after it. Look for it and shame the devil. Sing and make melody. If perhaps you cannot do it physically, let the joy break inside your heart.

They tried to kill Paul many times but they couldn’t kill his spirit. Even his famous thorn in the flesh was crushed when the waves of his joy beat hard against it.

Saul tried it on David but he could not kill his spirit either. Instead it rose in turbulent defiance and poured forth his music and song which we still sing and cherish today in the hymns.

Each time David began his prayers by pouring his grief on God. That was and still is acceptable. Each time he ended by pouring his joyous belief that God had heard him, that God would answer him. That is still the way to go.

David started in grief. He ended joyously in faith. He began in weakness, by the end he had soared in confidence and stregnth. He never lost his joy though his many enemies tried to kill it. The joy of the Lord is your strength. Go for it by all means.
 
For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning_ Psa 30:5.
 
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness_ Psa 30:11.  

Thou wilt show me the path of life: in thy presence is fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore_ Psa 16:11.

Habakkuk too was once a terrified man in this world. God had spoken things of judgments and wrath, and Habakkuk had heard and had been left cold with sweat.  “When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with his troops” (Hab 3:16).

Yet even in that terrifying moment Habakkuk had gathered courage and summoned up his reservoirs of joy. “Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation” (Hab 3:17-18).

You are frozen with terror too. What is your fear, my brother, my sister? What has stolen your joy? Sum up your courage and dare to be joyful again because God is still on the throne.

These things were written for our own sake, our encouragement. For our learning. Make the Bible your friend. Soak your heart in it every day. 

“For whatsoever things were written aforetime were written for our learning, that we through patience and comfort of the Scriptures might have hope” (Rom 15:4). 

“Now all these things happened unto them for examples: and they are written for our admonition, upon whom the ends of the world are come” (1Co 10:11).    

The Terror of Sin
Probably it is the remembrance of a grievous sin you have committed and you are feeling as heavy as David once felt.

O LORD, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me. Psa 38:1-10.

David remembered that. David recalled his sin and he was sorry for it. “For I will declare mine iniquity: I will be sorry for my sin.”  David did not fear to look and sound foolish. “My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.”

David understood he was a man, a whole man, and a king no less. But David did not fear to own that he had been foolish.

David repented. Then David believed he was forgiven. He did not continue in his sorrow. David regained his joy, and David declared it loudly with his own mouth to his God.

No wonder God declared David to be a man after His own heart. When it was time for repenting David repented (in his songs before his people) without shame! When it was time for weeping he wept, as we say, like a woman. When it was time for dancing David, a whole king, sang and danced for His God (before his people) without shame! He danced like mad until his wife Michal was scandalized, but God delt with her “shame.”

“For whosoever shall be ashamed of me and of my words, of him shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he shall come in his own glory, and in his Father's, and of the holy angels” (Luk 9:26).

What is your shame and what is your sin that has left no “soundness” in your flesh? The way of God is always the way of invitation. He says, “Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool” (Isa 1:18).

God forgives. And unlike man God does not remember your sins anymore.

“I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins” (Isa 43:25).

“And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more” (Heb 10:17).   

What Amazing Grace! “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound/That saved a wretch like Me! I once was lost but now am found/Was blind but now I see….” God can turn a “wretch” like that into something beautiful. He did that for John Newton. He has done that for countless millions others too. He can do that for you as well. Do you believe that? If you do then declare it to your God without shame, as David once did, “And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee” (Ps 39:7).

So why should your sin, however big, (if repented and forgiven) steal your joy anymore?

“Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD” (Psa 31:24).  

My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the LORD_ Psa 104:34 

Whatever your travail is let your meditation of Him remain sweet also in your mind. Let the joy of the Lord be your strength. Remember His goodness. Remember His benefits. Remember His promises. May that be a joy unto you. May His grace be sufficient unto thee.   

God is still able to do exceeding abundantly more than we can ask or think. Think on that.

Besides who can separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus? The rising crescendo of Paul’s ringing doxology affirms it all.

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?  As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Rom 8:35-39. 

Honestly is there a reason to lose your joy anymore in this world?

Presently the dark and gloomy clouds will lift and fade. The sun will shine again. The sun will ever shine again. As it is written, “While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease” (Gen 8:22).

Two aids will help us in remaining joyful at all times. The giving of thanks unto God for all things and praying without ceasing (Eph 6:18; Col 4:2; 1 Th 5:17, 18; Eph 5:20). All things means the things which please us and the things which do not. Forgive and love your enemies. Keep your joy at all costs. Keep your peace.

Finally we cleave to this promise by all our strength: “that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose” (Rom 8:28). That is our joy. It is our peace too.

Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory. 1Pe 1:8   Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer. Rom 12:12. 

Following are Types of Joy as Evidenced in Scripture

·         Joy of faith – Phi 1:25.
·         Joy in hope of glory – Rom 5:2.
·         Joy in tribulation – Rom 5:3.
·         Joy in believing – Rom 15:13.
·         Joy in suffering – 1 Pe 4:13

Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, To the only wise God our Savior, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen. Jud 1:24-25. 









Friday 9 August 2013

When Peace Flows Like A River

For thus saith the LORD, Behold, I will extend peace to her like a river, and the glory of the Gentiles like a flowing stream: then shall ye suck, ye shall be borne upon her sides, and be dandled upon her knees. Isa 66:12 

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee. Isa 26:3  

What is Peace?

In a general sense peace is freedom from disturbance. It is a state of quietude. That disturbance can occur in the mind or outside.

In extreme cases when that disturbance has occurred in the mind, a man may then be said to be mad. It is another way of saying he has no peace.

Orwell in his dystopian “1984” novel reckoned that “Sanity is not statistical.” Therefore there be many straddling the streets who are not exactly extreme cases but they are nevertheless without peace. It shows on the face.
 
Peace comes in two distinct forms. One is Christian or spiritual. The other is natural, or worldly. This is usually liquid and can explode at any time with serious consequences. Fate is its foundation. And its hope is that the gods will not go mad again. The former is built on Rock of Ages, which is Christ. He is the Lord of Peace Himself. He is the Prince of Peace. He advises we take note of these differences.

“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth” (Joh 14:27). 


 “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world” (Joh 16:33).  

We acquire this peace when we are “converted” and become new creatures, and behold, our old nature passes away (2 Co 5:17). Christ unequivocally says that “Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God” (John 3:3).

For there is a natural man, and there is a spiritual man (1 Co 2:11-14). These two men might be handling the same subject. But they will be labouring at cross-purposes.

It left Nicodemus once a thoroughly exasperated man. And he burst out in despair; “How can these things be?”

Jesus was talking of spiritual things. Nicodemus tried to put his natural knowledge to it and it refused to add up.

It is still refuses to add up for many who are in the state of Nicodemus in the world. They may be as learned as Nicodemus was, but when Christ confronts them, the question which is left hanging before their eyes is always, “How can these things be?”

The Bible, or the Word of God, tells us how those things can be. It also tells us how and why His peace is beyond understanding.

Finding Peace in the Wilderness
Many people have felt a burning desire to run away from it all. The abysmal pollution, the noise, the lies, the chaos, the wickedness in the world. People have craved peace but they did not find it.


These are our aberrations. They tear at the heart and mind.


David saw it. Therefore he cried “Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.  Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness.” (Ps 55:6).


David’s craving is a craving for peace. It is a craving for us all. Christ saw it. Therefore His coming carried the promise of that peace. “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men” (Luk 2:14).

David’s pining is a pining for all who feel a strong drawing to the only true source of true peace. It is a pining which only God in Christ Jesus can fill.
  
But David wasn’t alone in seeing the wilderness as a refuge for the tormented soul. There must have been something about the wilderness. Jeremiah too suffered the pangs of that insufferable loneliness. “Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging place of wayfaring men; that I might leave my people, and go from them!” (Jer 9:2).

However now we don’t have to leave the house to search for peace. We don’t have to go to the desert. It is right here with us. It is in Christ. He is the Word. “And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God” (Rev 19:13). 

Immerse yourself in it and you are assured of peace. It is a haven for solitude for those who are without. It is a well that does not dry. “But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life” (Joh 4:14). That life is peace. And it is everlasting.    

The River of Peace
So looks like everything is stacked up against you, you don’t have peace? Life grows harder. The people become the hardest. These are our days. These are our aberrations. We stand up, rising up to breath. But soon we are slumped back on our seats again, sighing with fatigue.

So “how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?”  I will trust in the Lord. I would advise you to do that too.

Probably you are saying with the psalmist: “How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death” (Ps 13:2-3).

You are grieving. You are hurting. Your mind knows no peace. Your heart is reeling from an avalanche of troubles. Pain sticks like needles in your heart.

The wind has blown in a gale and your house is down. Rise up says the Lord. You will build your house again. You will have peace at last.
                         
Look Back For a Moment
Horatio Gates Spafford lost his four daughters in one day in the shipwreck of the Ville Du Havre. November 22, 1873. Only his wife Anna survived. Their only son had died earlier at age 4 only. The Chicago fire had destroyed most of his investments.  Then he went to view the remains of his daughters. It was on that journey that he wrote the evergreen hymn “It is well with my soul.”

Spafford had the peace of God with him. He had known it and it washed over his soul and sorrows like a river: When peace, like a river, attendeth my way/When sorrows like sea billows roll, Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say/It is well, it is well with my soul…

May that peace attend your way too. May it wash over you in a flood to soothe and comfort you. The Lord gave Spafford the strength. The Lord still gives us that strength.  “Thy God hath commanded thy strength.” 

Then look at the men in Hebrew Eleven. The Hall of Faith.

But they knew peace after all. It flowed in them like a river. They were beat, scourged, stoned, “sawn asunder… they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, tormented.” They lost all. They never even saw those promises come to life in their lifetime. Yet they were at peace. That river rose up in a flood and broke its banks. It washed over them. It swept them to heaven. They died in peace. They knew whom they believed.

Whom do you believe? Your pain? Your sorrow? Watch out. Satan is near watching whom He may devour next.  

The saints of old knew. Soon, they knew, they would be face to face with real peace. He would be there to receive them. Hadn’t he said “Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me [?]. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also” (Joh 14:1-3).

That peace is a gem. The saints of old sold everything. They had found what they had looked for in all their lives. The treasure! The peace! They went home and sold everything and bought it.

Yes, peace costs. You have to leave everything behind and be married to Him. But they didn’t mind the price. They didn’t mind the loss. They counted everything as loss. They had found peace like a river. The world would never have a hold on them again. Why should they get back to the land?

People saw this. They stood and heard this. And they were astonished. A man selling everything for Christ? They thought these guys were nuts. So they asked, “How can these things be?” They did not know. It was because of peace.

When you have found peace and it has run over you like a river you will sell everything and buy it.

Spafford saw the devil who wanted to crush him with sorrow. Spafford refused to bow to Satan. He took pen and paper. He gave us the song which will ring in this life up to eternity.

The devil means to crush and kill. Spafford crushed him instead. God raised Spafford up. And in the song he wrote God gave him the words, He handed him the victory. The rest is history.

Why should you let grief kill you? Ask God to give you the words. Then put them on paper and who knows if it is not another song which will resound from here to heaven?

We lose all too. We even lose our loved ones. But we are not crushed. We say together with Christ it is well with our soul. When you have found peace and it has run over you like a river in a flood you will sing loudly in those same words too.

Christ breaks in victoriously over our souls. Christ always gives the victory. “Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.”  Believe in Him. He is Peace. “And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus” (Phi 4:7).

This is the treasure. Go and sell everything and buy it if you can. We know it is absolutely free. But certain things you will have to let go before you fully appropriate this gem. It is that which will cost you. Break off the shackles. Walk in freedom.

It can be well with your soul too. That river of peace can wash over you if you desire. People will see it and they will be astonished like Nicodemus. They will stand up and ask; “How can these things be?”

They had found a river called peace. That is how these things can be.

But first get off the old clothes. Put on the new. Nicodemus staggered because he didn’t understand. Now you do. So do the first things first. Remove. Hand them over to Christ. Then put on the new robe he gives you. Get in the water. Close your eyes and feel it. It is called the river of peace.

“Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ” (Rom 5:1). 

“There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit” (Rom 8:1). 

Now go sing it on the mountain tops. Tell the world! You have found Him. Peace. He is a River and He has washed clean over you.

Why should the past hold you to ransom?

Remember when peace flows like a river it can break its banks, which is a good thing. But remember too sorrow can do that.  It drowns. It kills. One is a curse. The other is a blessing. Choose wisely. Choose life.

Why should you die?

Now our Lord Jesus Christ himself, and God, even our Father, which hath loved us, and hath given us everlasting consolation and good hope through grace, Comfort your hearts, and establish you in every good word and work.  2Th 2:16-17.  

Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means. The Lord be with you all. 2Th 3:16.