A collection of scriptures with appropriate quotations for every day in the year.
- 0909.May.Thursday
May 9
As ye have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him: rooted and built up in him and stablished in the faith, as ye have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving--Col. 2: 6, 7.
The general sentiment among the teachers of false doctrine, who think it is neither necessary nor advisable to be established in the faith is … that to be established is to be a bigot. And so it is, if one is so unfair in mind as to accept and tenaciously hold that which he has never proved either by sound logic or Bible authority. But he is not an unreasoning bigot who, in simple faith, on the authority of God, accepts the Word of God. And such, and only such, as do so are established in the Truth. The difference between a strong and steadfast Christian and a bigot is that the one is established in the Truth, while the other is established in error—Z '03, 199 (R 3215).
We receive Christ Jesus as Lord by surrendering our wills and accepting His will as our own. This beginning should be persevered in. We are rooted in Him when we draw our supplies from Him alone. We are built up in Him when we construct a character like His. We are established in the faith according to the Word when we remain firm therein; and we abound therein with thanksgiving when we gratefully increase therein—P '35, 62.
Parallel passages: John 1: 12; Phil. 1: 27; 1 Thes. 4: 1; Jude 3, 20; Eph. 2: 20-22; 3: 17; 4: 1; Col. 1: 23; 3: 17; Isa. 61: 3; 1 Cor. 3: 9, 11; 1 Pet. 2: 5; 2 Pet. 2: 12; Acts 20: 32; 2 Cor. 1: 21.
Hymns: 267, 6, 87, 113, 172, 37, 324.
Poems of Dawn, 23: Our Master.
Tower Reading: Z '14, 311 (R 5557).
Questions: What have been this week's experiences in line with this text? How were they met? What helped or hindered therein? In what did they result?OUR MASTER
NO fable old, nor mythic lore,
Nor dream of bards and seers,
No dead fact stranded on the shore
Of the oblivious years;--
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is He,
And faith hath still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.
The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.
O Lord and Savior of us all!
O blessed Christ Divine!
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine.
We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In various phrase we pray;
But, dim or clear, we own in Thee
The light, the Truth, the Way.
Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord,
What may Thy service be?
Not name, nor form, nor ritual word,
But simply following Thee.
To do Thy will is more than praise,
As words are less than deeds,
And simple trust can find Thy ways
We miss with charts of creeds.
