Lastly, there is
vision. Moses endured as seeing Him who is invisible (Heb 11:27).
Heb 11:27 By faith he forsook Egypt, not fearing the wrath of the king: for he endured, as seeing him who is invisible.
To see the invisible, when skies are dark, is always to have power to win through.
What inspired Robert the Bruce to endure? It was his vision of a liberated Scotland. What inspired Columbus to endure? It was his vision of a continent ahead.
Every inventor, every explorer, every artist wrestling with his dreams, endures as seeing the invisible.
Never was there endurance like the Master's. It was radiant with peace and joy. It did not falter even in Gethsemane.
It was equal to the agony of Calvary. And at the back of it, from first to last, inspiring, animating, and sustaining it, was the unclouded vision of His Father's face.
We too can practice that same presence. We can do it when life is very difficult. We can do it when the way is dark.
We can do it when we cannot understand.
And, doing it, we come to be so sure that underneath are the everlasting arms, that endurance passes into joy.
~George Morrison~
Heb 11:27 By faith he forsook Egypt, not fearing the wrath of the king: for he endured, as seeing him who is invisible.
To see the invisible, when skies are dark, is always to have power to win through.
What inspired Robert the Bruce to endure? It was his vision of a liberated Scotland. What inspired Columbus to endure? It was his vision of a continent ahead.
Every inventor, every explorer, every artist wrestling with his dreams, endures as seeing the invisible.
Never was there endurance like the Master's. It was radiant with peace and joy. It did not falter even in Gethsemane.
It was equal to the agony of Calvary. And at the back of it, from first to last, inspiring, animating, and sustaining it, was the unclouded vision of His Father's face.
We too can practice that same presence. We can do it when life is very difficult. We can do it when the way is dark.
We can do it when we cannot understand.
And, doing it, we come to be so sure that underneath are the everlasting arms, that endurance passes into joy.
~George Morrison~
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