JULY 19

 

The cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it?—John 18: 11.

 

How the grace of humility shines out in all the little affairs of our dear Redeemer's ministry; even at the moment of His surrender to His enemies He does not boast that His course is a voluntary one, nor seek praise as a  martyr! He declares the simple truth that the Father required this of Him as an evidence of His personal loyalty to Him. He confesses Himself a servant of God, a Son who learned obedience by the things which He suffered. No other lesson, perhaps, is more needed by the Lord's followers than the one of willingness to drink the cup which the Father pours—a recognition that the Father is guiding and directing in our affairs because we are His, as disciples of the Anointed One.

 

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The cup symbolizes experiences of bliss or woe; and as nothing happens to the saints, and as all things coming into their lives are of the Father's will, they recognize their experiences as the cup that the Father offers them to drink. As it was to their Master, it should be to them a self-evident matter that they drink it always with a contented mind and, as far as possible, with a thankful and appreciative heart, to God's glory and others' and their own profit.

 

Parallel passages: Job 13: 15; Psa. 119: 75; Jer. 10: 19; Matt. 20: 22; 26: 39, 42;  Luke 22: 20; Rom. 5: 3-5; 1Cor. 10: 16, 21; 2Cor. 7: 4; Phil. 3: 8; Psa. 23: 5; 116: 13; Isa. 51: 22, 23.

 

Questions: What have been this week's experiences in line with this text? How were they borne? In what did they result?

 

THE ANGEL OF GETHSEMANE

 

'TWAS midnight, and the Man of Sorrows took

His chosen three,

And sought with weary step the shelter of Geth­

semane

To pray, His soul exceeding sorrowful, e'en unto

death,

And heavy laden with the sin and woe of all the

world.

In agony of bloody sweat He fell upon His face,

And cried, with tears, "My God, My Father, if it

be Thy will,

 Oh, let this cup of shame and numbering with trans­

gressors pass,—

If it be possible! Yet not My will, but Thine be

done!"

And then His thoughts turned to the sacrifice,—a

fear bore down

With agonizing weight upon His heart, lest to comply

With every jot and tittle of the Law, He might have

failed!

He saw the priestly type, He knew eternal death

awaited,

Should He seek to pass the second veil unworthily.

Eternal death! Oh, anguish inexpressible, to see

No more His Father's face! He sought His well-

beloved three,

Perchance they might refresh His fainting heart with

some sure word

Of prophecy. Alas! Their eyes were heavy and

they slept.

Three times He sought them, and three times in vain!

Yet He was heard

In that He feared. The Father sent a heavenly

comforter

To touch with tender, strengthening hand that dear,

devoted head,

And whisper, " 'I, the LORD, in righteousness have

called Thee,

I Will hold Thine hand, and keep Thee.' Neither shalt

Thou 'fail nor be

Discouraged.' Lo, Thou art 'a Priest forever, and a

King

Upon Thy throne, like to Melchisedec.' And Thou

shalt see

The travail of Thy soul, and shalt be satisfied.'"

His heart

Revived, He knew His Father's faithful Word could

never fail;

He knew it would accomplish that whereunto it was

sent.

He rose, and from that hour went forth to trial and

to death,

In peace,—a calmness born of perfect confidence in God.

 

How oft, throughout the many-centuried "night" of

this dark Age,

 

The Father's "little ones" have knelt in sad Geth­

semane

To pray! E'en now the Garden's shade re-echoes

with the cry

Of God's elect, "How long, oh, Lord, how long

until we see

The travail of our soul? How long until Thou shalt

avenge

Thine own elect, who cry to Thee, with tears, both

night and day?

 

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Dear Lord, oh, use me as the Angel in Gethsemane!

Oh, fill me with Thy holy Spirit of Divinest love!

Oh! make me sympathetic, wise, that every anguished

heart

May come, nor seek in vain for consolation from

Thy Word,

And strengthened, comforted, go forth to prison or

to death,

To suffer patiently the cruel mockings of the tongue;

To bear the cross unto the bitter end, then calmly say,

" 'Tis finished," and with faith unwavering pass be­

neath "the veil!"

 

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