May we love your Bride, the Church, as you love her, having given yourself up for her. Too often, through a spirit too critical of the sins of others, or through pride that too highly esteems our own godliness, we condemn the Bride that you have given your life for. Help us, Savior, to see her beauty as you do – not a beauty born of her own merit, but of the merit you have given her by loving her. (more…)
The inclination of my heart is always toward arrogant pride and self-reliance. Apart from your grace, I will always believe that what is in me is sufficient to do the work before me. Apart from your grace, I will never walk in constant, fervent devotion to you in prayer. (more…)
Few things are worth fighting for in life. In particular, few things are worth discord and ruffled feathers among your people. The clarity of the gospel, of course, is worth fighting for. Since it was worth the death of your Son to you, the gospel should be a precious treasure to us. When that treasure is contaminated or spoiled or corrupted in any way, we should fight to restore it to its brilliance and beauty. (more…)
Gracious Father: Forgive me for my lack of delight in your Word.
I am so grateful that you don’t make us guess who you are but that you speak directly to us. I know that your Word alone is inspired, without error, and completely true. Yet I do not hunger for your Word as I should. (more…)
Forgive me for my faltering faith in the gospel. Consistently I live below its privileges, contentedly playing with mudpies in the slums when a holiday at sea is on offer. I fail to apply its rich benefits every day. I fail to see myself as you see me, and I fail to live with the joy and thanksgiving that should characterize your children.
I know this is true, Father, because of how I respond to criticism. (more…)
My soul was fed rich gospel-food this Good Friday morning by this prayer, from The Valley of Vision, a collection of Puritan readings and devotionals: (more…)
Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer; from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint.
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.
Let me dwell in your tent forever! Let me take refuge undder the shelter of your wings!
What wonder it is, Father, that you hear my cry and listen to my prayer. When my heart is faint, which is often, I can call to you from the ends of the earth – and I can be sure that you will hear me. Because of the blood of Jesus, I approach you not as a servant or slave but as a son (Rom 8:15). Just as a prince can command an immediate audience with the king, I can come to you in any moment of need, knowing that you will allow me to enter into your presence. What grace! (more…)