Regi Addictissimus
Completely sold out to the King
Greetings, beloved. I know that I often post books we publish here. Laughing at the Days to Come is a little different than any book we have published before. One of our students at PRTS' wife wrote this book. Her story is a powerful testimony of the Father's love during physical suffering. I will only ask for a couple of minutes of your time to hear her story.
It is times like these, when our hearts are fragile, our circumstances
grim, and our futures uncertain, that the enemy of our souls loves
to come and plant seeds of destruction in the soil of our hearts. And
unless we are vigilantly working to keep the soil pure, the remaining
sin within us will jump at the chance to water those seeds. Though
the Scriptures I claimed to love and believe spoke otherwise, I began
to entertain the idea that God was an unkind taker and I was His target.
The well-known declaration of suffering Job, humbly affirming
in Job 1:21, “The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed
be the name of the LORD” was not an assertion my downcast soul
could confidently echo. Oh, the Lord had indeed taken away—but
if I was going to bless His name for it, I needed to know more about
His character and, particularly, His countenance. Was He sympathetically
looking down on me as a father who longs to comfort his
injured child? Was He angry with me, and taking delight in my suffering?
Was He indifferent, turning His face away because He had
other things to attend to? As James Buchanan wrote, “The heart
desires something more than the knowledge that it is not chance or
fate that determine events, but an infinitely wise God. What is His
character? We want to know. How is He disposed towards us? The
heart bleeding under the stroke of affliction, or stunned by bereavement,
wants to know the moral character of the Most High.”
- Tessa Thompson. Laughing at the Days to Come. Reformation Heritage Books.
http://bit.ly/LaughingattheDays
It is times like these, when our hearts are fragile, our circumstances
grim, and our futures uncertain, that the enemy of our souls loves
to come and plant seeds of destruction in the soil of our hearts. And
unless we are vigilantly working to keep the soil pure, the remaining
sin within us will jump at the chance to water those seeds. Though
the Scriptures I claimed to love and believe spoke otherwise, I began
to entertain the idea that God was an unkind taker and I was His target.
The well-known declaration of suffering Job, humbly affirming
in Job 1:21, “The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed
be the name of the LORD” was not an assertion my downcast soul
could confidently echo. Oh, the Lord had indeed taken away—but
if I was going to bless His name for it, I needed to know more about
His character and, particularly, His countenance. Was He sympathetically
looking down on me as a father who longs to comfort his
injured child? Was He angry with me, and taking delight in my suffering?
Was He indifferent, turning His face away because He had
other things to attend to? As James Buchanan wrote, “The heart
desires something more than the knowledge that it is not chance or
fate that determine events, but an infinitely wise God. What is His
character? We want to know. How is He disposed towards us? The
heart bleeding under the stroke of affliction, or stunned by bereavement,
wants to know the moral character of the Most High.”
- Tessa Thompson. Laughing at the Days to Come. Reformation Heritage Books.
http://bit.ly/LaughingattheDays
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