(Thomas Reade, “Christian Meditations”)
Make me a trophy of Your grace!
Everything here below is fleeting and transitory.
While journeying through this wilderness of
troubles, few verdant spots are to be found,
on which the weary traveler can repose.
The earth lies under the curse.
Thorns and thistles cover the ground.
Storms and tempests agitate the air.
Disease and death dissolve the dearest ties.
Everything around me bespeaks the Fall,
and testifies that this is not my rest. Why,
then, should my foolish heart repose itself
on any creature comfort? Have I still to
learn that all of this world, is less than
nothing, and vanity?
“Oh! blessed Jesus, reveal yourself to my heart;
soften, melt, and renew it. Consume all the dross
which it contains, and transform it, wholly, after
your image; that, while surrounded by evils of
every name, and sorrows of every kind, which
abound in this rebellious, dying world, I may
enjoy the light of your countenance, and the
purifying influence of your love. Fill me with
your love; satiate my soul with your goodness;
and make me an everlasting trophy of your grace.”
~ ~ ~ ~
Something to ponder:
Thomas Brooks, “Riches and honors and titles, and all worldly grandeur–won’t go with us beyond the grave. Death, as a porter, stands at the gate, and strips men of all their worldly wealth and glory!”
~ ~ ~ ~
For more go to https://abbeyjahath.com/devotiionals