若不是我父親以撒所敬畏的 神,就是亞伯拉罕的 神與我同在,你如今必定打發我空手而去。 神看見我的苦情和我的勞碌,就在昨夜責備你。」 42 If the God of my father, the God of Abraham and the Fear of Isaac, had not been with me, you would surely have sent me away empty-handed. But God has seen my hardship and the toil of my hands, and last night he rebuked you.」
March 3 "And the spirit cried, and rent him sore, and came out of him." (Mark 9:26.) EVIL never surrenders its hold without a sore fight. We never pass into any spiritual inheritance through the delightful exercises of a picnic, but always through the grim contentions of the battle field. It is so in the secret realm of the soul. Every faculty which wins its spiritual freedom does so at the price of blood. Apollyon is not put to flight by a courteous request; he straddles across the full breadth of the way, and our progress has to be registered in blood and tears. This we must remember or we shall add to all the other burdens of life the gall of misinterpretation. We are not "born again" into soft and protected nurseries, but in the open country where we suck strength from the very terror of the tempest. "We must through much tribulation enter into the kingdom of God." ─Dr. J.H.Jowett. "Faith of our Fathers! living still, In spite of dungeon, fire and sword: O how our hearts beat high with joy Whene'er we hear that glorious word. Faith of our Fathers! Holy Faith! We will be true to Thee till death! "Our fathers, chained in prisons dark, Were still in heart and conscience free; How sweet would be their children's fate, If they, like them, could die for Thee!"