Adonai, Your Word is a sharp two-edged sword that is able to separate the hidden motives of the heart, like bone from marrow.
In Your preparing a bride that is holy, spotless and without blemish, I am so grateful that You let Your word wash me as the washing of water from the laver before Your tabernacle.
Like the fire from the bronze altar, I ask that my sacrifice be consumed.
Like the menorah in the holy place, may my lamp constantly show forth Thy light.
Like the bread on the table across, may Thy word be fresh to my soul, uncorrupted by the leaven of unbelief and sin; and like the golden altar of incense before Your presence, may my worship rise up to You with my prayers.
For behind the veil, now rend by the work of the cross, is Your presence and Your glory. By a new and living way I choose to enter in, for in Thy presence there is fullness of joy.
Majestic God, I choose to obey all Your precepts and keep all my ways and motives transparent before You for there is nothing greater than entering into close communion with You day after day after day.
Lately, I have found myself drawn to Psalm 119. Charles
Spurgeon beautifully describes it thus:
There is no title to this Psalm, neither is any author's name
mentioned. It is not just long only; but equally excels in breadth of thought, depth
of meaning, and height of fervour. It
is like the celestial city which lieth four square, and the height and the
breadth of it are equal. Many superficial readers have imagined that it harps
upon one string, and abounds in pious repetitions and redundancies; but this arises
from the shallowness of the reader's own mind: those who have studied this
divine hymn, and carefully noted each line of it, are amazed at the variety and
profundity of the thought.
It contains no idle word; the grapes of this cluster are almost to
bursting full with the new wine of the kingdom. The more you look into this
mirror of a gracious heart the more you will see in it. Placid on the surface
as the sea of glass before the eternal throne, it yet contains within its
depths an ocean of fire, and those who devoutly gaze into it shall not only see
the brightness, but feel the glow of the sacred flame. It is loaded with holy
sense, and is as weighty as it is bulky.
The Psalm is alphabetical. Eight stanzas commence with one letter,
and then another eight with the next letter, and so the whole Psalm proceeds by
octonaries quite through the twenty-two letters of the Hebrew alphabet, from Aleph to Tau.
I thought I should post a verse each day in the hope
that we all, including myself, may get an opportunity to reflect on them.
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