Daily Devotion - Apr 12 - ¥q¥?‾u‥C?eAF-×(?e) Morning by Morning

司布真每日靈修(日) Morning by Morning 四月十二日 經文: 「我心在我裡面如蠟鎔化。」（詩篇廿二：14） 我們親愛的耶穌，祂靈裡所經歷的是何等的消沈低落，如蠟被鎔化。「人有疾病，心能忍耐；心靈憂傷，誰能承擔呢？」（箴十八：14）心靈的沮喪是所有考驗中，最讓人傷神的。信徒們，我們這位榮耀的王，歷經人世間最深沈心靈的痛苦憂傷，為此謙卑的感謝讚美主吧！我們這位忠信的大祭司，能夠體恤我們的軟弱與需要，特別是要讓那些覺得上帝已經遺棄他們的弟兄姐妹們，能進入耶穌大愛的深海裡。弟兄們！千萬別氣餒灰心，因為上帝要在你靈性低潮黑暗時，從你面前經過。 有時候，我們的靈會乾渴到一個地步，迫切地想要見到上帝的榮耀。那麼，進來吧，進到耶穌愛的深海裡，讓祂滌淨我們一切的罪污，讓祂沖掉我們一切的煩憂。讓自己像一條小船，徜徉在遼闊的海洋，什麼都不去想，什麼都不要管，只讓耶穌的愛，像海的浮力那樣，將我們從俗世的紛擾中提昇上揚，讓浪潮的聲音，有如我心中對祂微聲細語的回音，傾訴我們對祂的思念，我們也願就這麼被擁抱在耶穌的懷中，直到永遠。 Morning, April 12 Scripture: "My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels."(Psalm 22:14) Our blessed Lord experienced a terrible sinking and melting of soul. "The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity, but a wounded spirit who can bear?" Deep depression of spirit is the most grievous of all trials; all besides is as nothing. Well might the suffering Saviour cry to his God, "Be not far from me," for above all other seasons a man needs his God when his heart is melted within him because of heaviness. Believer, come near the cross this morning, and humbly adore the King of glory as having once been brought far lower, in mental distress and inward anguish, than any one among us; and mark his fitness to become a faithful High Priest, who can be touched with a feeling of our infirmities. Especially let those of us whose sadness springs directly from the withdrawal of a present sense of our Father's love, enter into near and intimate communion with Jesus. Let us not give way to despair, since through this dark room the Master has passed before us. Our souls may sometimes long and faint, and thirst even to anguish, to behold the light of the Lord's countenance: at such times let us stay ourselves with the sweet fact of the sympathy of our great High Priest. Our drops of sorrow may well be forgotten in the ocean of his griefs; but how high ought our love to rise! Come in, O strong and deep love of Jesus, like the sea at the flood in spring tides, cover all my powers, drown all my sins, wash out all my cares, lift up my earth-bound soul, and float it right up to my Lord's feet, and there let me lie, a poor broken shell, washed up by his love, having no virtue or value; and only venturing to whisper to him that if he will put his ear to me, he will hear within my heart faint echoes of the vast waves of his own love which have brought me where it is my delight to lie, even at his feet for ever. www.glorypress.com