Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Saved by a Tract

"Seeking something to while away his time, Hudson Taylor turned over a basket of tracts in his father's library and selected one that looked interesting. While reading it he was struck with the phrase, 'The finished work of Christ.'

Immediately the words attracted his attention. 'What was finished?' he asked himself. Reading further, the tract explained the finished work as 'A full and perfect atonement and satisfaction for the sins of the whole world.'

Then Hudson thought, 'If the whole work was finished on the cross of Calvary, and the whole debt of sin paid, what is there left for me to do?'

Hudson was thus convinced, as the light of God's truth flashed into his soul by the Holy Spirit, 'There was nothing to be done but to fall down on my knees and accept the Saviour and His salvation and praise Him forever.'

Hudson Taylor was seventeen years old at the time. He then went on to faithfully serve His Saviour for many years in China."

--Dr. and Mrs. Howard Taylor (From, Moments With The Book)

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