The time is short

"The time is short!" 1 Corinthians 7:29

We are living in a world where all things are temporary. Everything here is perishing. We are going to a world where all things are eternal. If we are wise, we will live in this world with our hearts fixed on eternity. And when we look at all things in this world with an eye to eternity, there is one striking fact that we cannot avoid--The time is short!

The time of your life is short. "What is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away." "My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle." My friend, your days are numbered. Soon, you will have taken your last breath. Be warned!

Blessed be God, the time for suffering is short. Let us not faint, nor grow weary, "For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:17-18

Since the time is short, we must be detached from the things of this world. We must hold the dearest objects of this life with a loose hand, and cling only to Christ. Take your dearest earthly possessions--your money, your lands, your friends, your family--and place this brand upon them--PERISHING! Christ alone and the riches of His grace are eternal.

What then must we do with the time that we have? We must redeem the time. Buy up every opportunity to worship and serve Christ. Buy up every opportunity to point men and women to Christ, the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Much time is gone already, the days are evil, and the time that remains is short. Therefore, I say, redeem the time!

Don Fortner
From Grace Gems 
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Photo credit: J.L

For me a vile sinner...

"In evil long I took delight, 

Unawed by shame or fear, 

Till a new Object struck my sight, 

And stopped my wild career! 

I saw One hanging on a tree, 

In agony and blood, 

Who fixed His languid eyes on me, 

As near His cross I stood. 

 Surely, never to my dying breath, 

Can I forget that look;

It seemed to charge me with His death, 

Though not a word He spoke.

 My conscience felt and owned the guilt,

 And plunged me in despair, I saw my sins,

 His blood had spilt,

And helped to nail Him there! 

 Alas! I knew not what I did, 

But now my tears are vain; 

Where shall my trembling soul be hid

 For I, the Lord have slain! 

 A second look He gave, which said,

 'I freely all forgive; 

This blood is for your ransom paid;

 I die, that you may live!' 

 Thus while His death, my sin displays 

In all its blackest hue, 

Such is the mystery of grace, 

It seals my pardon too! 

 With pleasing grief and mournful joy, 

My spirit now is filled; 

That I should such a life destroy, 

Yet live by Him I killed!"

 (John Newton)

Elizabeth Elliot is with the Lord

 “We are women, and my plea is Let me be a woman, holy through and through, asking for nothing but what God wants to give me, receiving with both hands and with all my heart whatever that is”-

http://www.desiringgod.org/articles/peaches-in-paradise