Where do you.. do I, or do we stand in this verse..
“For unto us was the gospel preached, as well as unto them: but the WORD preached did not profit them, not being mixed with faith in them that heard it.”
... but the Word preached did not profit them not being mixed with faith in them that heard it. Hebrews 4:2b
I’ve this beautiful book of Hebrews on a CD and have listened to it enumerable times. Recently as it came to this passage in Chp 4 it leapt out at me, as the Word often does. It struck me how pertinent this verse was to prayer... I’m always thrilled when I find a new verse I can pray in prayers for the lost, for missionaries, for those we are seeking to reach, God has written His Word and it has great power when rightly divided, and used in prayer.
So praying now for lost has another facet.
I’ve prayed the LORD will spare them unto salvation..
He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things? Rom. 8:32
That they’d not despise the goodness, mercy, long suffering of God, but rather seek, repent!
Despisest thou the goodness, forbearance, and long suffering of God, not knowing that the goodness of God leadeth thee to repentance. Romans 2:4
And now also Hebrews 4:2.
Of course there are many more. These are just a few that I treasure in intercession, as Hebrews 4:12 says the Word of God
For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels,
that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
So little time and the harvest will be over...
Hymn link HERE if not showing.
So little Time by John R. Rice
So little time! The harvest will be over,
Our reaping done, we reapers taken home,
Report our work to Jesus, Lord of harvest,
And hope He’ll smile and that He’ll say, “Well done!”
Refrain:
Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest!
Today is given us lost souls to win.
Oh, then to save some dear ones from the burning,
Today we’ll go to bring some sinner in.
How many times I should have strongly pleaded;
How often did I feel to strictly warn.
The Spirit moved, oh had I pled for Jesus!
The grain is fallen, lost ones not reborn.
Despite the heat, the ceaseless toil, the hardship,
The broken heart o’er those who cannot win;
Misunderstood because we’re oft peculiar,
Still no regrets we’ll have but for our sin.
A day of pleasure, or a feast of friendship;
A house or car or garments fair or fame,
Will all be trash when souls are brought to heaven,
And then how sad to face the slackers’ blame.
The harvest white, with reapers few is wasting,
And many souls will die and never know,
The love of Christ, the joy of sins forgiven,
Oh let us weep and love and pray and go!
