Gentle Meek and Mild Jesus

“Truly I tell you,
anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God
like a little child will never enter it.” 
And he took the children in his arms, 
placed his hands on them and blessed them.
Mark 10:15-16 (NIV)

I grew up in a time when men did not work in church nurseries or teach small children in Sunday School or primary grades of public school. Reflecting on this I regard it as a sad reality. When we see how the Good Shepherd clearly paid attention to little children, we ought to be constantly encouraging men to imitate the Lord Jesus in this matter.

Our Beloved Master is the perfect example of a human being and we do well to be constantly in Scripture examining the glories of our glorious Saviour. I have posted a quote of Albert Einstein concerning how he was so taken with the reports of Jesus and the records of His sermons. “I am enthralled by the luminous figure of the Nazarene.” Einstein said.

Are we as believers in the Lord Jesus equally enthralled? Do we marvel at His wonderful sermons, at how He seemed equally at home talking to intellectuals like Nicodemus and little children, common people like fishermen and wealthy people such as the beloved disciple? We need to saturate our minds with the accounts of the Messiah in all the Scriptures and find our love grow through such an excellent spiritual exercise.

There are such diverse portraits of the Lord Jesus in the Bible and it will take eternity for us to see the Reality of which Scripture speaks. Samuel Rutherford created beautiful word pictures of heaven and the Lamb being all the glory of Immanuel’s land. Anne Ross Cousins picked up these remarkable portraits and created a 21 verse poem that we know in our hymnals as, “The sands of time are sinking”.

I pray you will spend time today with this wonderful Person Who is meek and lowly of heart. He delights to hear your prayers of thanksgiving, your songs of worship, and other acts of adoration. He is more interested in hearing from us than we are in speaking to Him.

Come today with the trusting, pure faith of a little child. He eagerly waits to hear from you today so come and come now.

The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of Heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn awakes;
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

The King there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen;
It were a well spent journey,
Though sev’n deaths lay between;
The Lamb with His fair army
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, deep well of love;
The streams on earth I’ve tasted,
More deep I’ll drink above;
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove;
And always dews of sorrow
Were lustered with His love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Oh! I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor, vile sinner
Into His “house of wine;”
I stand upon His merit,
I know no other stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

The bride eyes not her garments,
But her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on my King of grace;
Not at the crown He giveth,
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.

-Anne Ross Cousins

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