not what they do.” Are you harboring some resentment in your heart today? That bitterness of soul will bring about disease and defeat like a cancer in your life. Think of our Saviour who died that we might have life eternal in Him.
CONTENTMENT When spring is in the air and skies are blue, And birds are nesting in the nearby tree, How easily we say, " I am content, For all the world is smiling-back at m e." But when dark clouds of trouble veil the sun, Or wind-whipped waves of sorrow 'round me roll, How can I say that I am well content While burdens such as these dis tress my soul? Yet there was one in days of long ago Who triumphed over trials where- e'er he went He said, "In whatsoever state I am Therein I fu lly learned to be con tent." When left for dead, amid the blood stained stones, Or shipwrecked and adrift on storm- swept sea, This valiant soul could say, " I am content Because the Lord w ill give me vic tory." Would that I too could claim this holy calm, This blessed quietness when days are grim. My life, I'm told, is hid with Christ in God; Then let me be content to rest in Him. Contentment; O, the music in that word! Contentment on life's hurried, wor ried way. Content to let God hold my trembling hand Until the dawn of my eternal day. — Albert S. Reitz
Don't let the best you've ever done be the standard for the rest of your life.
"GO YE THEREFORE" He is risen! Tell the story, Spread His triumph far and wide; Christ has burst the gates of glory— Man may enter at His side! Let creation joy with singing As the Victor enters in, Many sons to glory bringing— Souls whom He has died to win! He is risen; every nation, Every soul of every race, Has a share in His salvation In His victory has a place; While today His church rejoices, - Raising hallelujahs high, Hear we not uncounted voices Weeping, hopeless, as they die? We who know Him, we who bless Him Shall we bring Him but our praise? Shall our lips alone confess Him While our hearts heed not His ways? No! Before His triumph falling, Let us yield Him up our all; "Go ye therefore!" hear Him calling. Hear and answer that dear call. He is risen! Let us tell it T ill the farthest isles have heard, T ill the tribes in worship swell it, And adore their Risen Lord; Let us rest not till the nations Far and near to Him belong; T ill in joyous exultations A ll the world shall join our song! — E. Margaret Clarkson
True contentment is measured not by how much we have, but rather by how much we enjoy.
Christianity is always judged by what someone else sees of it in you.
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