Sound Advice for the Soul

Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand.Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Philippians 4:4-8

Path of Humility

Accept every humiliation,look upon every fellow-man who tries or vexes you, as a means of grace to humble you. Use every opportunity of humbling' yourself before your fellow-men as a help to abide humble before God. God will accept such humbling of yourself as the proof that your whole heart desires it, as the very best prayer for it, as your preparation for His mighty work of grace, when, by the mighty strengthening of His Holy Spirit, He reveals Christ fully in you, so that He, in His form of a servant, is truly formed in you, and dwells in your heart. It is the path of humility which leads to perfect death, the full and perfect experience that we are dead in Christ.

Andrew Murray

Polycarp

Polycarp is said to have been martyred in 155 A.D. When the Roman governor called on him to deny Christ rather than to be burned alive, Polycarp answered him this way:

"Eighty and six years have I served Christ, and He has doneme no wrong; how then can I blaspheme my King who has saved me? You threaten the fire that burns for an hour and then is quenched; but you know not of the fire of judgment to come, and the fire of the eternal punishment. Bring what you will."

I wonder how much are we willing to suffer for our Lord.

But Dust

He remembereth that we are dust. ~ Psalm 103:14

Oh how in this thy quire of souls I stand,
--Propt by thy hand--
A heap of Sand!
Which busie thoughts--like winds--would scatter quite,
And Put to flight,
But for thy might;
Thy hand alone doth tame
Those blasts, and knit my frame.

~ Henry Vaughan