An Unbelieving Town

“He [Jesus] came to Bethsaida. They brought a blind man to Him, and begged Him to touch him”.
—Mark 8:22

“He took hold of the blind man by the hand, and brought him out of the village.”
—Mark 8:23a

“Then again He laid His hands on his eyes. He looked intently, and was restored, and saw everyone clearly.”
—Mark 8:25

“He sent him away to his house, saying, ‘Don’t enter into the village, nor tell anyone in the village.'”
—Mark 8:26

“The directions Christ gave the man he had cured, not to tell it to any in the town of Bethsaida, nor so much as to go into the town, where probably there were some expecting him to come back, who had seen Christ lead him out of the town, but, having been eyewitnesses of so many miracles, had not so much as the curiosity to follow him: let not those be gratified with the sight of him when he was cured, who would not show so much respect to Christ as to go a step out of the town, to see this cure wrought. Christ doth not forbid him to tell it to others, but he must not tell it to any in the town. Slighting Christ’s favours is forfeiting them; and Christ will make those know the worth of their privileges by the want of them, that would not know them otherwise. Bethsaida, in the day of her visitation, would not know the things that belonged to her peace, and now they are hid from her eyes. They will not see, and therefore shall not see.”. — Matthew Henry

Leave God to order all your ways…

“Leave God to order all your ways,
And hope in Him, whatever betide;
Thou’lt find Him in the evil days,
Your all-sufficient Strength and Guide;
Who trusts in God’s unchanging love,
Builds on the rock that nothing can move.

“What can these anxious cares avail,
These never-ceasing moans and sighs?
What can it help us to bewail
Each painful moment as it flies?
Our cross and trials do but press
The heavier for our bitterness.

“Only your restless heart keep still,
And wait in cheerful hope; content
To take whatever His gracious will,
His all-discerning love has sent.
Doubt not our inmost wants are known
To Him who chose us for His own.

“He knows when joyful hours are best,
He sends them as He sees it meet;
When you have borne the fiery test,
And are made free from all deceit,
He comes to you all unaware,
And makes you own His loving care.

“Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways,
But do your own part faithfully,
Trust His rich promises of grace,
So shall they be fulfilled in you;
God never yet forsook at need
The soul that trusted Him indeed.”
(Georg Neumark/Newmarch, 1653)

From “The Precious Things of God” by Octavius Winslow, Chapter on the Preciousness of Faith



I saw this sunset
I remember thanking God for it
He deserves so much more

I could not compare you to that sunset,
awesome work of God,
gone ahead,
out for the glory of you

A sunset fades,
but another comes,
pleases, inspires

This was the problem,
this the tragedy,
watching you go down,
fading, disappearing,
where there won’t be
another you

I give God His glory,
His time, His world,
but, sometimes I give
through tears, groans
and yearnings
praying you’ll know
why we care
before the beautiful light
is no more