Launch out into the deep

Launch out into the deep (Luke 5:4)  How deep he does not say.  The depth into which we launch will depend upon how perfectly we have given up the shore, and the greatness of our need, and the apprehension of our possibilities.  The fish were to be found in the deep —– not in the shallow water.
So with us, our needs are to be met in the deep things of God.  We are to launch out into the deep of God’s Word, which can open up to us such crystal fathomless meaning that the same words we have accepted in times past will have an ocean meaning in them, which renders their first meaning to us very shallow.
How-God-Helps-You-with-Impossible-SituationsInto the deep of God’s Word, that it becomes an omnipotent balm and food and medicine for the soul and body.  Into the deep, until it becomes a bright. dazzling, sweet, fathomless summer sea, in which we bathe and bask and breathe, and lose ourselves and our sorrows in the calmness and peace of God’s everlasting presence.  Into the deep, until we apprehend it in its infinite minuteness and goodness, and its far-sweeping provision and care for us.
Into the deep, until He becomes a bright, marvellous answer to prayer, the most careful and tender guidance, the most thoughtful anticipation of our needs, the most accurate and supernatural shaping of our events.  Into the deep of God’s purposes, until the mental eye is dazed with light, and the heart flutters with inexpressible anticipation of its joy.
Into all of these things God bids us launch.  He made us and He made the deep, and to its fathomless depths He has fitted our longings and capabilities.
Its streams the whole creation reach
So plenteous is the store
Enough for all, enough for each
Enough forevermore.
Joseph_Anton_Koch_006The deep water of the Spirit are always accessible, because they are always proceeding.  Will you not this day claim afresh to be immersed and drenched in these waters of life ?  The waters in Ezekiel’s vision first of oozed from under the doors of the temple.  Then the man with the measuring line measured and found the waters to the ankles.  Still further measurement, and there was water to the knees, and again to the loins.  Then they became waters to swim in —— a river that could not be crossed over.
How far have we advanced into this river of life ?  The Spirit would have a complete self-effacement.  Not merely ankle-deep, knee-deep, loin-deep ——- But self-deep.  We ourselves hidden out of sight and bathed in this life-giving stream.  Let go the shore-lines and LAUNCH OUT INTO THE DEEP.

The glory of the morning

morning painting
Get up early and watch God make a morning.  The dull grey will give way as God pushes the sun towards the horizon, and there will be tints and hues of every shade, that will blend into one perfect light as the full-orbed sun bursts into view.  As the King of Day moves forth majestically, flooding the earth and every lowly vale, listen to the music of heaven’s choir as it sings of the Majesty of God and the glory of the morning.

In the holy hush of the early dawn
I hear a Voice
 “I am with you all the day
Rejoice ! Rejoice !

The clear pure light of the morning makes us long for truth in the heart, which alone can make us pure and clear as the morning, tune us up to the concert-pitch of the nature around us.  And the wind that blows from the sunrise makes us hope in God who first breathed into us the breath of life that he would at length so fill me with His breath, His mind, His spirit, that I should think only His thoughts.  What should we, humans, do without God’s nights and mornings ?
In the early morning hours
‘Twixt the night and day
While from earth the darkness passes
Silently away
Then ’tis sweet to talk with Him
In thy chamber still
For the coming day and duties
Ask to know His will.
Then, He’ll lead the way before you
Mountains laying low
Making desert places blossom
Sweetening Marah’s flow.
Would you know this life of triumph
Victory all the way ?
Then, put God in the beginning
Of every coming day.

Upper and nether springs

There are both UPPER & NETHER SPRINGS.  They are SPRINGS, not stagnant pools.  There are joys and blessings that flow from above through the hottest summer and the most desert land of sorrow and trial.  The lands of Achsah were “south lands, ” lying under a burning sun and often parched with burning heat.  But, from the hills came the unfailing springs that cooled, refreshed and fertilized all the land.
There are springs that flow in the LOW places of life, in the HARD places, in the DESERT places, in the LONE places, in the COMMON places, and no matter what may be our situation, we can always find these UPPER SPRINGS.
Abraham found them amid the hills of Canaan.  Moses found them among the rocks of Midian.  David found them among the ashes of Ziklag,  when his property was gone, his family captives and his people talked of stoning him, but “David encouraged himself in the Lord.”  Habakkuk found them when the fig tree was withered and the fields were brown, but as he drank from them he could sing :”Yet will I rejoice in the Lord and joy in the God of my salvation.” —- Isaiah found them in the awful days of Sennacherib’s invasion, when the mountains seemed hurled into the midst of the sea, but faith could sing : “There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God.  God is in the midst of her ; she shall not be moved.”
The martyrs found them amid the flames, and reformers amid their foes and conflicts, and we can find them all the year, if we have the Comforter in our hearts and have learned to say with David : :All my springs are in Thee.”  How many and how precious these springs.
I said, “the desert is so wide”
I said, “the desert is so bare”
What springs to quench are there ?
Whence shall I from the tempest hide?”
I said, “the desert is so lone
Nor gentle voice, nor loving face  
Will brighten any smallest space.”
I paused or ere my moan was done.
I heard a flow of hidden springs
Before me palms rose green and fair
The birds were singing ; all the air
Did shine and stir with angels’ wings.
And One said mildly, “Why, indeed
Take over-anxious thought for that
The morrow brings!  See you not
The Father knows what you need ?”

Delayed blessings department

Delays are not denials.  In a charming little booklet “EXPECTATION CORNER”, Adam Slowman, was led to the Delayed Blessings Office, where God kept certain things, prayed for, until the wise time came to send them.  There are secrets of love and wisdom which are little dreamt of.  Men would pluck their mercies green, when God would have them ripe.  Never doubt God, He will let the dross be consumed, and then He will come to your help, and you will abundantly rewarded for the delay which has tried your faith.
O thou of little faith
God hath not failed thee yet
When all looks dark and gloomy
Thou dost so soon forget.
Forget that He has led thee
And gently cleared thy way
On clouds has poured His sunshine
And turned thy night to day.
And if He’s helped thee hitherto
He will not fail thee now
How it must wound His loving heart
To see thy anxious brow.
Oh, doubt not any longer
To Him commit they way
Whom in the past thou trusted
And is “just the same today”.

Prayer time-table

MONDAY : WASH DAY —– Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity, so I may serve you with perfect humility through the week ahead.
TUESDAY : IRONING DAY —– Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of prejudice I have collected through the years so that I may see the beauty in others.
WEDNESDAY : MENDING DAY —- O God, help me mend my ways so I will not set a bad example for others.
THURSDAY : CLEANING DAY —– O Lord, help me to dust out all the many faults I have been hiding in the secret corners of my heart.
FRIDAY : SHOPPING DAY —– O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may purchase eternal happiness for myself and all others in need of love.
SATURDAY : COOKING DAY —– O God, help me to brew a big kettle of brotherly love and serve it with the clean, sweet bread of human kindness.
SUNDAY : THE LORD’S DAY —– O God, I have prepared my house for you.  I come into your presence to worship so I may spend the day and the rest of my life in your presence.
— From an e-mail forward.

I’ll stay where you have put me

Restless heart, that beat against your prison bars of circumstances, yearning for a wider sphere of usefulness, ALLOW GOD TO ORDER ALL YOUR DAYS.  Patience and trust, in the dullness of the routine of life, will be the best preparation for a courageous bearing of the tug and strain of the larger opportunity which God may sometime send you.
I’LL STAY WHERE YOU’VE PUT ME; I will, dear Lord
Though I wanted so badly to go
I was eager to march with the ‘rank and file’
Yes, I wanted to lead them, You know
I planned to keep step to the music loud
To cheer when the banner unfurled
To stand in the midst of the fight straight and proud
I’LL STAY WHERE YOU’VE PUT ME; I’ll work, dear Lord
Though the field be narrow and small
And the ground be fallow, and the stones lie thick
And there seems to be no life at all
The field is Thine own, only give me the seed
I’ll sow it with never a fear
I’ll till the dry soil while I wait for the rain
And rejoice when the green blades appear
I’LL STAY WHERE YOU’VE PUT ME; I will, dear Lord
I’ll bear the day’s burden and heat
Always trusting Thee fully; when even has come
I’ll lay heavy sheaves at Thy feet
And then, when my earth work is ended and done
In the light of eternity’s glow
Life’s record all closed, I surely shall find
It was better to stay than to go

Challenge thy mountain in the Lord


God has said : All my resources are at your command.  Whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do.  What mortal mind can realise the full significance of the position to which God lovingly raises His children ?

Say to this mountain “Go

Be cast into the sea”

And doubt not in thy heart

That it shall be to thee.

It shall be done, doubt not His Word



Claim thy redemption right

Purchased by precious blood

The Trinity unite

To make it true and good

It shall be done, obey the Word



Self, sickness, sorrow, sin

The Lord did meet that day

On His  beloved One

And thou art ‘loosed away’

It has been done, rest on His Word



Compass the frowning wall

With silent prayer, then raise

Before its ramparts fall

The victor’s shout of praise

It shall be done, faith rests assured



The two-leaved gates of brass

The bars of iron yield

To let the faithful pass

Conquerors in every field / It shall be done, the foe ignored



Take then the faith of God

Free from the taint of doubt

The miracle-working rod

That casts all reasoning out

It shall be done, stand on the Word