* You Are Not Forgotten
DEARLY BELOVED,
YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTON….
To the men and women who have struggled, been oppressed, abused, misunderstood.
To those who are lonely, feel passed over, bereaved, bound, backslidden, discouraged, suicidal.
His mercies in this last age are so near you. His compassion for you is unbounded. He would reach out His arms to you and tenderly whisper your name and draw you apart from the stresses and strains of twenty-first century living. For your struggles are seen of Him, and where so often in this present Church age, His body has failed to take up your cause and has passed you over. His hands are outstretched to you, for surely you are not forgotten by Him.
It is no coincidence that these words are in your hands. Maybe they caught your attention…maybe you have sought them out, or perhaps they are a gift from a loved one. But by whichever route they came to be yours, be assured of this: that the Father Himself tenderly loves you, that the Master has seen into your heart and has known your circumstances and that just for a few moments He would draw you into His presence, into that secret place where His voice is made clear amidst the strains and stresses of the twenty-first century living.
He would take this opportunity to speak His comfort to your heart, encouragement to a weary soul, refreshing to His faithful servants who labour for His ofen unseen and unrecognised by the standards of the Church at present. He would draw the hurt and misunderstood, the oppressed and the struggling. He would whisper to you, “All is well, My child, for your Deliverer is here.” He is mighty in your midst. He would take the hand of the one in the wilderness – in the desert place where all seems barren, where His voice is silent– take your hand and whisper, “Don’t give up, My child: yet a little while and My light shall arise upon you.”
He would take the minister, weary of toil, and whisper: “Well done, O faithful one. your labour for My Gospel is not unseen, your toil is not for nought.” He would take the self-sufficient, and, with gentle rebuke, He would admonish you for putting such stock in your own talent and strength, and tenderly He would whisper: “Apart from Me, ye are nothing.” And He would draw you close, that you might know that your works are but a shadow in His sight.
And to you, so judged and misunderstood, He would draw you close and whisper: That where you have counted to no man, beloved, you are of exceeding more value than rubies to Him. That where no man takes you up, He comes with His mighty arm of mercy and compassions. For the Master Himself would whisper to your heart …….
DEARLY BELOVED,
YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTON.
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