One of the greatest undoing of man (young Man, young people) is the lack of that consciousness of growing old and the unequivocal truth of eventual death which may or may not come at old age ; we know we shall grow old or may be even die, but we do all we can to play down on this awareness and live our lives as though we shall live forever even though we can't excuse the fact that everyday that passes, brings a man closer to his grave Miles munroe says and I quote " one of my greatest challenges and Motivation in Life is death" how could we have forgottforgott Ecclesiastes 3:1 For everything there is an appointed time, a time for every matter under heaven: Remembering that I have a lot to do and I don't have eternity to do them create in me the sense of Urgency. I shall ask as I am already doing Lord help me to live one day at a time and living each day as though I would never have a tomorrow.. I bring you an eye opening devotion for today titled..(the above inttoduction written by Godboy)
The Altar of Age
Zechariah 14:7
We often look forward with anxiety to the time of old age, forgetting that at evening time it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A warmer breeze fans the sailor's face as he nears the shore of immortality; fewer waves ruffle his sea; quiet reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the deepening flame of sincere feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached the promised land, the happy country, whose days are as the days of heaven upon earth. Angels visit it, celestial gales blow over it, flowers of paradise grow in it, and the air is filled with heavenly music. Some live here for years, and others arrive only a few hours before their departure, but it is an Eden on earth.
We may begin to long for the time when we can recline in its shady groves and be satisfied with hope until the time of fruition comes. The setting sun seems larger than when it is high in the sky, and a splendor of glory tinges all the clouds that surround its going down. Pain does not break the calm of the sweet twilight of age, for strength is made perfect in weakness and endures it all patiently. Ripe fruits of choice experience are gathered as the rare food of life's evening, and the soul prepares itself for rest.
The Lord's people will also enjoy light in the hour of death. Unbelief bemoans the evening shadows, the darkening night, the end of existence. But no, cries faith, the night is almost over and the true day is at hand. Light has come, the light of immortality, the light of the Father's countenance. Gather your feet up in the bed; see the waiting throng of angels ready to bear you away. Farewell, loved one, you are gone. You wave your hand; now it is light! The pearly gates are open; the golden streets shine in the jasper light. We cover our eyes, but you behold the unseen; adieu, dear friend, you have light at evening time that we have not yet. Copyright..Crosswalk.
God help me, start a revival but begin with me!
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