Daily Devotion - Jan 18 - ¥q¥¬¯u¨C¤éÆF­×(¤é) Morning by Morning

司布真每日靈修(日) Morning by Morning

一月十八日

經文: 「必另有一安息日的安息，為上帝的子民存留。」(希伯來書四：9)

信徒在世的生活，與將來在天的日子，簡直是天壤之別，人天生註定要汗流浹背，才能餬口，其中所矜誇的，不過是勞苦愁煩。但在天堂，卻沒有眼淚、病痛，或任何的苦難重擔。有些人敬虔愛主，願為主大發熱心，卻發現欲振乏力，心有餘而力不足。有些人熱心服事主過頭，像馬大一樣常為事情忙亂，結果安靜禱告的時間不夠，以致做出來的事工，常是草木禾稭的工程。所以，他大聲地向主喊：「我傳福音給人，自己反倒快被棄絕了。」這是主工人需要特別引以為戒的。
<BR> 基督徒們，溽暑的燥熱不會持續太久，漫漫黑夜總有天明的時候，到那日，我們要息了地上的勞苦，靜享天上的安息。目前地上的安息，只是短暫的、部份的，但將來天上的安息，卻是永遠的。朋友，你可想見得到嗎？在那兒，一切事物都是不朽的，草不枯乾、花不凋零，金冠不�，人亦不老。你眸子永遠發亮，聲音永遠年輕動聽，罪惡被殲除，死亡被吞滅，萬物被贖回，要不朽的存在並永遠享受那無盡永恆的喜稅。


Morning, January 18

Scripture: "There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God."(Hebrews 4:9)

How different will be the state of the believer in heaven from what it is here! Here he is born to toil and suffer weariness, but in the land of the immortal, fatigue is never known. Anxious to serve his Master, he finds his strength unequal to his zeal: his constant cry is, "Help me to serve thee, O my God." If he be thoroughly active, he will have much labour; not too much for his will, but more than enough for his power, so that he will cry out, "I am not wearied of the labour, but I am wearied in it." Ah! Christian, the hot day of weariness lasts not for ever; the sun is nearing the horizon; it shall rise again with a brighter day than thou hast ever seen upon a land where they serve God day and night, and yet rest from their labours. Here, rest is but partial, there, it is perfect. Here, the Christian is always unsettled; he feels that he has not yet attained. There, all are at rest; they have attained the summit of the mountain; they have ascended to the bosom of their God. Higher they cannot go. Ah, toil-worn labourer, only think when thou shalt rest for ever! Canst thou conceive it? It is a rest eternal; a rest that "remaineth." Here, my best joys bear "mortal" on their brow; my fair flowers fade; my dainty cups are drained to dregs; my sweetest birds fall before Death's arrows; my most pleasant days are shadowed into nights; and the flood-tides of my bliss subside into ebbs of sorrow; but there, everything is immortal; the harp abides unrusted, the crown unwithered, the eye undimmed, the voice unfaltering, the heart unwavering, and the immortal being is wholly absorbed in infinite delight. Happy day! happy! when mortality shall be swallowed up of life, and the Eternal Sabbath shall begin.

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