Devotions Week 6:
Joy is the experience of knowing that you are unconditionally loved and that nothing – sickness, failure, emotional distress, oppression, war or even death – can take that love away. ~ Henri Nouwen
|The Joy of knowing our Saviour. “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”||Matthew 11:28-30|
|Do not worry but seek His kingdom. “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes… who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? …But seek His kingdom and these things will be given to you as well.”||Luke 12:22-23, 25, 31
|Show patience, love and encouragement to all.
Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will in Christ Jesus.
|1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
|Spread the word courageously. “Peace I leave with you: my peace I give you. I do not give you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”||John 14:27
|Persevering with love and prayer in all circumstances. And pray that we may be delivered from wicked and evil men for not everyone has faith. But the lord is faithful and He will strengthen and protect you from the evil one.||2 Thessalonians 3:2-3
|Committed to the message of reconciliation with Christ. We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.||2 Corinthians 5:20
|Delivering the message through God’s power. My message and my preaching were not with persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power, so that your faith might not rest on men’s wisdom but on God’s power.||1 Corinthians 2:4-5
When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast save in the death of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did ever such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine demands my soul, my life, my all.