Daily Devotion - Apr 26 - ¥q¥?‾u‥C?eAF-×(?e) Morning by Morning

司布真每日靈修(日) Morning by Morning 四月二十六日 經文: 「你們應當如此行，為的是記念我。」（哥林多前書十一：24） 這位永生上帝的兒子，以永遠的愛愛我們，且犧牲寶貴的生命，我們怎能片刻忘懷？祂一直把我們放在祂心上，寶貝我們，且流出鮮血作為代贖的工價，我們怎麼能夠不把這當一回事？但我們必須很沈痛地承認，我們就是常常忘記祂，沒有尊祂為主，卻把祂視為遠方偶而來訪的過客。那神聖的十架本該常懸掛在我們心房，提醒我們晝夜思想耶穌的受死受難，如今卻被貶為敝履，擱在記憶的牆角蒙塵。 你是否常輕忽救恩？不鄭重所聽到的福音？世俗的瑣事牽絆是否常佔據你的心？以致你無法定睛在十架，無法全心繫念耶穌。求上帝憐憫，讓我們清心專注的緊緊跟隨主，不讓任何事纏累我們，以致靈性冷淡退步！ Morning, April 26 Scripture: "This do in remembrance of me."(1 Corinthians 11:24) It seems then, that Christians may forget Christ! There could be no need for this loving exhortation, if there were not a fearful supposition that our memories might prove treacherous. Nor is this a bare supposition: it is, alas! too well confirmed in our experience, not as a possibility, but as a lamentable fact. It appears almost impossible that those who have been redeemed by the blood of the dying Lamb, and loved with an everlasting love by the eternal Son of God, should forget that gracious Saviour; but, if startling to the ear, it is, alas! too apparent to the eye to allow us to deny the crime. Forget him who never forgot us! Forget him who poured his blood forth for our sins! Forget him who loved us even to the death! Can it be possible? Yes, it is not only possible, but conscience confesses that it is too sadly a fault with all of us, that we suffer him to be as a wayfaring man tarrying but for a night. He whom we should make the abiding tenant of our memories is but a visitor therein. The cross where one would think that memory would linger, and unmindfulness would be an unknown intruder, is desecrated by the feet of forgetfulness. Does not your conscience say that this is true? Do you not find yourselves forgetful of Jesus? Some creature steals away your heart, and you are unmindful of him upon whom your affection ought to be set. Some earthly business engrosses your attention when you should fix your eye steadily upon the cross. It is the incessant turmoil of the world, the constant attraction of earthly things which takes away the soul from Christ. While memory too well preserves a poisonous weed, it suffereth the rose of Sharon to wither. Let us charge ourselves to bind a heavenly forget-me-not about our hearts for Jesus our Beloved, and, whatever else we let slip, let us hold fast to him. www.glorypress.com