IN our picture today, dear children, there is every appearance of an arising storm. The young girl, no doubt is hurrying along, hoping to reach her destination before the storm breaks upon her. She is obliged to hold her hat, lest the wind carry it away.
Always remember, dear ones, all is in God’s hand, and though “He causeth the wind to blow,” it is for a purpose. The Lord, in speaking to Nicodemus, says,
“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.” John 3:88The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. (John 3:8). As the little hymn expresses—
“Ye must be born again,
Or never enter heaven;
‘Tis only blood-washed ones are there,—
The ransomed and forgiven.”
My dear friends, how very important that each and every reader should have a new life. May the Holy Spirit bring home to your souls, the truth of God’s Word, showing you your lost condition, and give you faith to rest completely upon the One who was lifted up on the cross, who died for all, and who now is in glory at God’s right hand, and from there is inviting all to come to Him and be saved.
Sometimes the hot weather in India obliges Europeans to go up the Himalyan mountains for a change. A dear friend was once being carried by the natives in a little covered conveyance. When they had gone part way up, they stopped, drew the curtains to one side, and motioned him to come out, then pointed up the mountains, where a storm was raging, and beckoned him to follow them; they led the way to a deserted hut. Down came the storm, carrying everything before it, but they were sheltered in the hut.
So judgment is coming upon this world, but all who have taken shelter in Christ, are perfectly secure.
“O may the Holy Spirit
Thy lost condition show;
There is one place of shelter
Amid earth’s sin and woe;
Our only place of safety
From the o’erwhelming flood,
One spot where God can meet thee,—
‘Tis underneath the blood.”
ML 06/19/1927