Showing posts with label King. Show all posts
Showing posts with label King. Show all posts

Friday, 29 April 2016

Imitate Hezekiah

Have you ever been reluctant to do something good because you were indulging in something even better? The most sacred time of the day by far is in the early morning and late at night when everyone else is possibly sleeping. Sweet communion with the Heavenly Father is...matchless.

But-- and nay, I will not even sigh-- before dawn's early light God was inviting me to share this joy, this beauty with others like you. He had whispered the suggestion yesterday and I was prayerfully wondering how I could do justice to such a lovely topic as communion with the Father.

But do you know what? He introduced a new twist: the Bible opened to a verse about Hezekiah who was one of the good kings of Israel from the long ago Bible Times. Maybe that doesn't seem so significant but it is, it really, really is. Do you know why? It's because his Dad, King Ahaz was a nasty old man, pardon me for saying so. He sure found a lot of ways to do evil but the one that makes me cringe the most is that he 'burned his children in the fire, after the abominations of the heathen,"  (2nd Chronicles 28 part of verse three.) It's a good thing he spared Hezekiah, but we'll get to that later.  Because Ahaz was a man of power and great influence, many people suffered and even died as a result of his sins.

By now you must be convinced that I have Alzheimer's or something and wandered completely off the topic but I haven't. I wanted to lay this background so you would get a better idea why the verse I am coming to is so remarkable. It's referring to Hezekiah after he replaced his father as king.

OK, sit up straight, and listen: 'For he clave (clung,) to the Lord and departed not from following Him, but kept His commandments, which the Lord commanded Moses.' (2nd Kings 18:6)

 That's the son of an evil man that we are talking about, but fortunately, he had a mother who loved the Lord, and so I am pretty sure both of them had learned how precious it is to pray, commune, fellowship, with the Lord God. That daily contact is vital. They were surrounded by evil, and maybe you are too, but get in touch with the Heavenly Father and cling to Him like Hezekiah did. Oh my, it is so worth it!

Friday, 18 April 2014

He Was A Man

At this solemn time when we are gently reminded once against of what the Saviour did for us, I would like to share a poem to observe the season.


He was a Man

Youthful, loving, strong.

He did not seek the pain,

The crush of thorns

On His noble, godly brow.

He was a Man

With mangled, whip-lashed back

The one whose soul is pure

Endured our lack:

Our burdens, shame and guilt.

He was a Man

Whose bloodied, nail-ripped hands

Had healed, guided, taught,

And loved each one

Though wretched, heartsick, lost.

He was a Man

The cup He did not spurn,

Though mocked by maddened crowds

Broken, bleeding torn

Hung on a cursed cross.

He is our God

Weighed down by all our sins

He carried so much blame

To set us free

Forgiving through it all.

Oh Victory!

From a splendid throne he rules

With power to set men free

From Satan's bonds so cruel

The Resurrected King!

Saturday, 22 February 2014

The Glass Castle Is Attacked (Part one)

If you want to know what this is loosely based on, check out Hezikiah's dilemma in ll Kings. It is an allegory of the church in these modern times.

"I hate war!” Rachel cried out.

“Don’t we all,” Abe admitted.

“I always thought this city where the King dwells was so strong, but just look at that army down there. How can we ever face such a terrible and dreadful enemy?”

“Yes, and there are more coming.” Mary spoke up for the first time. “They are surrounding the city from all sides.”

“Have you heard what happened at Dayton?”
“Dayton? No! Don’t tell me they were taken!!”

Abe nodded.

“One city after another has fallen. Is there any left except ours?”

Abe looked sober. “I’m not sure. We haven’t received any messengers for over a week now.--”
“My sister lives in Dayton!” Rachel sounded almost hysterical.

“Well our brothers live in Kingsley!” Mary clutched Abe’s arm. “Have you heard anything about Kingsley, Abe?”

“They surrendered.”
“Surrendered?! That easily? How could they? They are of the same race and lineage as we! Surely they don’t want to mingle with the barbarians!”

“Hush! That beast of a man down there is speaking. He's mocking us, once again.”
“Hush yourself. Do you want a little bird to carry you words over to him?”

“ Can you understand what he says?”
“Well enough. Can’t you?”

Rachel nodded, “Too well. Oh, I am so afraid.” She pressed her hands against her cheeks. “Why doesn’t anyone say anything to rebuke him?”

My book Mary's Diary, the Life of Jesus through His Mother's Eyes will be available from Tate Publishing.