Psalm 19

The heavens are telling the glory of God;

and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.

Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge.

There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard;

yet their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.

In the heavens he has set a tent for the sun,

which comes out like a bridegroom from his wedding canopy,

and like a strong man runs its course with joy.

Its rising is from the end of the heavens,

and its circuit to the end of them;

and nothing is hid from its heat.

The law of the LORD is perfect, reviving the soul;

the decrees of the LORD are sure, making wise the simple;

the precepts of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart;

the commandment of the LORD is clear, enlightening the eyes;

the fear of the LORD is pure, enduring forever;

the ordinances of the LORD are true and righteous altogether.

More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold;

sweeter also than honey, and drippings of the honeycomb.

Moreover by them is your servant warned;

in keeping them there is great reward.

But who can detect their errors?

Clear me from hidden faults.

Keep back your servant also from the insolent;

do not let them have dominion over me.

Then I shall be blameless, and innocent of great transgression.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart

be acceptable to you, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.

 

From Douglas McDaniel, Pastor

First Christian Church, Bluefield

When asked what I’ll be giving up during the Lenten Season, my answer has become the same with each passing year: “I’ll be giving up self.” It seems to me that too much effort is exhausted on, the big M. E. Well, that’s my answer. I can’t speak for you, but I can say that when I begin fasting from self and filling up on God’s word, something very special happens. It’s as if my senses are renewed and my focus, well it comes into focus. The Psalmist certainly seemed to have a clear view of who God is, and that is my desire as well. I hope you’ll make it yours.

Thomas O. Chisholm would pen these words in 1897, and I hope that you will consider it your prayer.

Oh! To be like Thee, blessed Redeemer,

This is my constant longing and prayer;

Gladly I’ll forfeit all of earth’s treasures,

Jesus, Thy perfect likeness to wear.

Oh! To be like Thee, oh! To be like Thee,

Blessed Redeemer, pure as Thou art;

Come in Thy sweetness, come in Thy fullness;

Stamp Thine own image deep on my heart.

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