THE REFUGE
“Oh that my head were waters And my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night For the slain of the daughter of my people!” Jeremiah 9:1 NASBS
“Oh that my head were waters And my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night For the slain of the daughter of my people!” Jeremiah 9:1 NASBS
Dear Reader, What follows does not spring from any worthiness in me, but from the inward work of the Holy Spirit, who has laid bare the sinfulness of my own heart. I do not speak as one above you, but as one who has tasted the mercy that comes through conviction— conviction that leads to holy repentance and a hatred toward sin. The law of God is etched upon every human soul, and the pangs of guilt and shame that torment the conscience when brought to light stand as witnesses that divine judgment is not a distant notion, but a present reality.
“The Lord’s bond-servant must not be quarrelsome, but be kind to all, able to teach, patient when wronged,” 2 Timothy 2:24 NASBS
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