September 18

"And again He sent another servant."—Luke 20:11.

GOD sends to me servant after servant, for His truth is many-sided and His patience is infinite.

Now it is Isaiah, with his great language and his clear accents and his evangelical music. He speaks to me of my Redeemer whose name is Wonderful, and of the wells of salvation from which I may draw water with joy. Or it is Jeremiah, with his droppings of warm tears—Jeremiah who weeps for my hurt and captivity, and bids me have recourse to the Balm in Gilead and the Physician there. Or it is Hosea, with his revelation of the love of God; or Amos, with his sterner message of the divine righteousness; or Joel, with his assurance of the pentecostal baptism and unction even for me.

I ought surely to hearken to servants so conversant with the thoughts of their Lord and so filled with His Spirit. But not content with these, God sends to me, last of all, His beloved Son. It may be, He says, with such yearning pathos, it may be that he will reverence Him when he sees Him.

Jesus descending for me to the rude cradle in the manger; Jesus coming not to be ministered unto but to minister; Jesus teaching me about the Father; Jesus offering Himself the sufficient sacrifice for my sins; Jesus living again to be my Advocate and Friend on high; Jesus returning once more to receive me to Himself—there is none like Him even in that goodly fellowship of the prophets. He is God's last Word to me, and God's best Word. He waits to be my Teacher, Priest, Sovereign, Brother.

If I refuse Him, I break to pieces my own soul. For there is salvation in none else.