When God begins to stir the hearts of His people to a work that He has determined to do, you can be sure of one thing; the devil will also stir the hearts of his own subjects to rise up in opposition against it. There’s scarcely a work that God has ever set about to do, that has not gone without such opposition. In the days of Nehemiah, God was at work in the rebuilding of the city walls and sure to form, Sanballat and his men opposed the work with one objective in mind, the hinder the work and to cause it to stop.
This sermon is an encouragement to all who are part of living work in this last hour. The work of God shall be opposed, and you too shall suffer blows from the enemy, but be of good courage, the Lord is with you in the work for good, and he shall bring it to completion!!
A man’s sickness is known by his symptoms. The symptom is not the sickness, but rather, the symptom is the indicator of the sickness present. As I look around at the Church of Jesus Christ in the West, I don’t know any other way to say it, I see a sick Church. You say, Brother, judge not, and I say, Brother, how can I not when the symptoms are staring me in the face!! When a man’s temperature is registering 42 degrees C on the thermometer and his face as pale as a sheet, I’m not waiting to ask him how he feels, I’m calling the doctor!!
In like manner, when you see a Church that has lost its appetite for doctrine/teaching, it is symptomatic of a Church that is sick with sin!! This sermon is a call for the purity of the Body of Christ.
If I was to task a man with the arduous job of naming the greatest hymn ever written, I’m sure that opinions would abound. Take, for instance, Charles Wesley; it has been calculated that he wrote no fewer than 6000 hymns during his lifetime. Of these 6000, many are in agreement in concluding that the greatest of these (and arguably they would say, the greatest hymn ever written) is the hymn, “Jesus, Lover of my Soul”. No one is quite certain as to the events that led Charles to pen these words. One story tells how that on one Atlantic crossing, as Charles returned to England, a frightening storm arose at sea. Just as it seemed that the ship would go down, threatening to take all on board with it, a frightened bird flew into Wesley’s cabin through an open window and sought safety and protection in the folds of his coat!
Jesus, Lover of my soul,
let me to thy bosom fly,
while the nearer waters roll,
while the tempest still is high:
hide me, O my Savior, hide,
till the storm of life be past;
safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none,
hangs my helpless soul on thee;
leave, ah! leave me not alone,
still support and comfort me!
All my trust on thee is stayed;
all my help from thee I bring;
cover my defenseless head
with the shadow of thy wing.
Some view the Christian race as a 100 m dash. On your marks…get set…go!!! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, and it's over! However, as one looks in the text of Holy Scripture, one quickly discovers that the Christian race is no 100m dash, but a marathon of lasting endurance! In this sermon, we look at two indispensables that are necessary for Christian perseverance. There’s a race to run dear Christian; let us run the race with endurance so as to finish!