Amen brother.
On 9/27/2021 3:01 PM, dale hammons (dalehammons122) wrote:
A sweet meditation indeed. Christ our Refuge! Thanks for sharing brethren.
dale
On Sep 24, 2021, at 10:12 PM, mike mcinnis <ratmotor@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Greetings sis Reis, et al;
How sweet it is to be reminded of this CITY of REFUGE which the LORD has appointed for the outcasts and vagabonds of the earth. Truly, we are caused be mindful that the LORD has regard unto such and has made provision for the vilest offenders through the blood of the everlasting COVENANT. CHRIST is our REFUGE, though we are guilty of untold crimes yet he does not exact them of us but rather took them upon HIMSELF and bore our griefs and carried our sorrows. "Hark the gospel trumpet's sounding, sinners hear the call and come, CHRIST in pard'ning love abounding, now invites the sinner home. Though your crimes have reached to heaven and of deepest dye appear, ask and they shall be forgiven, seek and ye shall find HIM near."
Blessings, mike
On 9/24/2021 2:52 PM, Soraya Reis wrote:
*"Thou shalt prepare thee a way, and divide the coasts of thy land which the Lord thy God giveth thee to inherit, into three parts, that every slayer may flee thither." Deuteronomy 19:3*
*Sweet thought to my soul, that He who is the refuge is also the way to every poor soul-slayer, who hath murdered his own soul by sin. And who, my soul, could prepare thee this way, but God thy Father, who gave both Jesus for the way, and Jesus for the refuge? And how hath God the Spirit pointed to the way, cast up and prepared it, by taking up the stumbling-blocks out of the way, as God saith of his people? Isaiah 57:14. Is it not God the Holy Ghost that sets Jesus up, as Moses did the serpent; points to his person, to his blood, to his righteousness, as the sanctuary and the city of refuge to every poor sinner that is the manslayer of his own soul? *
*And if what the Jews have said be true, that magistrates once a year made it their duty to have the roads examined, lest any obstructions should arise to block the path of the poor fugitive; and that they were obliged to set up a post at every turning and avenue, with the word miklat—refuge, upon it, to direct the murderer in his flight; well may ministers, every day, and all the day, stand in the gates of the city, and in the high places of concourse, pointing to Jesus, and crying out, "Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world!" Precious Lord Jesus! lo, I come to thee; thou art my city of refuge— thou art the miklat of my soul! Under thee, and in thee, I shall be safe. Cease, ye avengers of blood, your vain pursuit; Christ hath taken me in. Thou shalt answer for me, Oh Lord my God.*
*Robert Hawker (1753-1827)***
