Who is a precious friend? Do you have any? Are you one? As defined by Mr. Webster in 1828 a friend is:
Friend
FRIEND, n. frend.
1. One who is attached to another by affection; one who entertains for another sentiments of esteem, respect and affection, which lead him to desire his company, and to seek to promote his happiness and prosperity; opposed to foe or enemy.
Facebook has to some extent redefined what it means to be a friend. A friend as Mr. Webster defined it is truly precious, and rare. The Apostle Paul had such a person in Saint Luke. We read in II Timothy 4:10 For Demas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world, and is departed unto Thessalonica; Crescens to Galatia, Titus unto Dalmatia.
2Ti 4:11 Only Luke is with me. Take Mark, and bring him with thee: for he is profitable to me for the ministry.
Friend
FRIEND, n. frend.
1. One who is attached to another by affection; one who entertains for another sentiments of esteem, respect and affection, which lead him to desire his company, and to seek to promote his happiness and prosperity; opposed to foe or enemy.
Facebook has to some extent redefined what it means to be a friend. A friend as Mr. Webster defined it is truly precious, and rare. The Apostle Paul had such a person in Saint Luke. We read in II Timothy 4:10 For Demas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world, and is departed unto Thessalonica; Crescens to Galatia, Titus unto Dalmatia.
2Ti 4:11 Only Luke is with me. Take Mark, and bring him with thee: for he is profitable to me for the ministry.
Robert
Murray McCheyne had such a friend in Andrew Bonar, or you and I would
not be considering the life of McCheyne today. He would have passed
into Obscurity like you and I most likely will, a few generations from
now, no one will know or care if we ever lived or not. Our endeavor
to be all that God desires us to be is not for our legacy, but for the
pure pleasure and Glory of God alone.
Yet, in the Providence of God, He has chosen to preserve a record of certain lives in History that we may see His work of Grace in the lives of men, both to His Glory. We may believe and trust His Grace in our own lives and recognize it in the lives of others, that we may Praise Him for the Wonder He is. McCheyne's life was a very short one, but a powerful yet ordinary life, and a friend captured it in writing that we may now rejoice in. He was a local pastor in Dundee, Scotland, who died in 1843 at the age of 29. He was a local pastor who served his church for six years and then died of Typhus fever and was buried in his own churchyard. In Php 3:17 we are instructed “Brethren, be followers together of me, and mark them which walk so as ye have us for an ensample.” In God's Providence, McCheyne has been marked for us as such an example to follow. A long and fruitful life is truly a glorious thing, yet McCheyne demonstrates for us that God's Grace in doing great things are not limited to the length of our lives.
If we have come to Christ in our later years, O how marvelous is the working of the Grace of God to us. If God has chosen in His Providence to give us Grace in the end of our lives, and we have, but a few years left, O the wonder, it is the Lord's work, and it is marvelous in our eyes. Quoting from John Piper in his article (He touched the Rose and Felt the Thorn), McCheyne stated, “I indulged in all the amusing and beautiful pleasures of the world, and didn't give a thought to sickness and suffering and death.” That's what he meant when he said, “I kissed the Rose nor thought about the thorn.” But after his conversion, he often spoke of Jesus as his Rose of Sharon, and he lived in almost constant awareness of the thorn of his sickness and that his time might be short. He said in one of his sermons, “Set not your heart on the flowers of this world; for they have all a canker in them. Prize the Rose of Sharon. . . more than all; for he changeth not. Live nearer to Christ than to the saints, so that when they are taken from you, you may have him to lean on still.”
Yet, in the Providence of God, He has chosen to preserve a record of certain lives in History that we may see His work of Grace in the lives of men, both to His Glory. We may believe and trust His Grace in our own lives and recognize it in the lives of others, that we may Praise Him for the Wonder He is. McCheyne's life was a very short one, but a powerful yet ordinary life, and a friend captured it in writing that we may now rejoice in. He was a local pastor in Dundee, Scotland, who died in 1843 at the age of 29. He was a local pastor who served his church for six years and then died of Typhus fever and was buried in his own churchyard. In Php 3:17 we are instructed “Brethren, be followers together of me, and mark them which walk so as ye have us for an ensample.” In God's Providence, McCheyne has been marked for us as such an example to follow. A long and fruitful life is truly a glorious thing, yet McCheyne demonstrates for us that God's Grace in doing great things are not limited to the length of our lives.
If we have come to Christ in our later years, O how marvelous is the working of the Grace of God to us. If God has chosen in His Providence to give us Grace in the end of our lives, and we have, but a few years left, O the wonder, it is the Lord's work, and it is marvelous in our eyes. Quoting from John Piper in his article (He touched the Rose and Felt the Thorn), McCheyne stated, “I indulged in all the amusing and beautiful pleasures of the world, and didn't give a thought to sickness and suffering and death.” That's what he meant when he said, “I kissed the Rose nor thought about the thorn.” But after his conversion, he often spoke of Jesus as his Rose of Sharon, and he lived in almost constant awareness of the thorn of his sickness and that his time might be short. He said in one of his sermons, “Set not your heart on the flowers of this world; for they have all a canker in them. Prize the Rose of Sharon. . . more than all; for he changeth not. Live nearer to Christ than to the saints, so that when they are taken from you, you may have him to lean on still.”
Are
we not all like that in the beginning of our lives? It's different
pleasures for different people, but it is always pleasuring. For me, it
was motorcycles and motocross. Seems like an innocent pleasure, but no
one knows but God and myself the sinful acts of pride it generated and
the sacrificial offerings to which I gave it. In many cases, it's not so
much the pleasure, but the condition of the heart when taken. Piper continues, saying of McCheyne, “The point of the subtitle (“Living and Dying in the Morning of Life”) is to underline the second part of this title. He lived only the morning of his life. Most of us live a morning, a noon, and an evening of life. But McCheyne died before he was 30. My argument is that his effectiveness was not frustrated by this fact but empowered by it. Because of his tuberculosis, he lived with the strong sense that he would die early. This was a huge factor in his powerful usefulness.”
I see the point, Bro. Piper is making, but another view is available, McCheyne life could be viewed as a long and fruitful life condensed down into less than 30 short years for us to observe. God's Providence is such an amazing thing, how and when it touches our lives. We all come to these moments that turn us one way or the other. The death of a loved one, though so tragic, yet in the Providence of God a glorious thing. After losing a beloved brother, McCheyne would write, “On this morning last year came the first overwhelming blow to my worldliness; how blessed to me, Thou O God, only knowest, who hast made it so.” Eleven years later on the anniversary, he wrote, “This day, eleven years ago, I lost my loved and loving brother, and began to seek a Brother who cannot die.” Though an emotionally heart-wrenching death, a glorious work of the soul begins.
So let us not detest the difficult things of our lives, they are, but a story told of you and me, and the precious Hand of Providence that guides us where we must be. We must look for His Grace, it is our only hope, with it, we are brought to life, without it, we sink in destruction and Hell. So here is the story of his conversion as he told it in a poem. The poem holds true in his life and in his death. Perhaps he did not know how his life would go, yet in the mind of God it was written from all eternity, and from his heart comes forth words prophetic to his life, a reflection of his heart so sure.
Jehovah Tsidkenu, by Robert Murray McCheyne
“The Lord Our Righteousness” The watchword of the Reformers
I once was a stranger to grace and to God,
I knew not my danger, and felt not my load;
Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree,
Jehovah Tsidkenu was nothing to me.
I oft read with pleasure, to soothe or engage,
Isaiah's wild measure and John's simple page;
But e'en when they pictured the blood-sprinkled tree
Jehovah Tsidkenu seemed nothing to me.
Like tears from the daughters of Zion that roll,
I wept when the waters went over His soul;
Yet thought not that my sins had nailed to the tree
Jehovah Tsidkenu—'twas nothing to me.
When free grace awoke me, by light from on high,
Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die;
No refuge, no safety in self could I see—
Jehovah Tsidkenu, my Savior, must be.
My terrors all vanished before the sweet name;
My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came
To drink at the fountain, life-giving and free—
Jehovah Tsidkenu is all things to me.
Jehovah Tsidkenu! my treasure and boast,
Jehovah Tsidkenu! I ne'er can be lost;
In thee I shall conquer by flood and by field—
My cable, my anchor, my breastplate, and shield!
Even treading the valley, the shadow of death,
This “watchword” shall rally my faltering breath;
For while from life's fever my God sets me free,
Jehovah Tsidkenu my death-song shall be.
May the Grace of God be upon each of you,
David
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