Paul’s ministry
„For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.”


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2 Timothy 4:6-8
In this words of Scripture, you see the Apostle Paul looking three ways: downward, backward, forward. Downward to the grave, backward to his own ministry, forward to that great day, the day of judgment. I invite you to stand by the Apostle’s side a few minutes, and mark the words he uses. Happy is that soul who can look where Paul looked, and then speak as Paul spoke!
He looks downward to the grave, and he does it without fear. Hear what he says. „I am ready to be offered.” I am like an animal brought to the place of sacrifice, and bound with cords to the very horns of the altar. The wine and oil have been poured on my head, according to the custom. The last ceremonies have been gone through. Every preparation has been made. It only remains to receive the death-blow, and then all is over. „The time of my departure is at hand.” I am like a ship about to unmoor and put to sea. All on board is ready. I only wait to have the moorings cast off that fasten me to the shore, and I shall then set sail and begin my voyage.
Reader, these are glorious words to come from the lips of a child of Adam like ourselves. Death is a solemn thing, and never so much so as when we see it close at hand. The grave is a chilling, heart-sickening place, and it is vain to pretend it has no terrors. Yet here is a mortal man who can look calmly into the narrow house appointed for all living, and say, while he stands upon the brink: „I see it all, and am not afraid.”
Let us listen to him again. He looks backward to his ministerial life, and he does it without shame. Hear what he says. „I have fought a good fight.” There he speaks as a soldier. I have fought that good battle with the world, the flesh, and the devil, from which so many shrink and draw back. „I have finished my course.” There he speaks as one who has run for a prize. I have run the race marked out for me: I have gone over the ground appointed for me, however rough and steep. I have not turned aside because of difficulties, nor been discouraged by the length of the way. I am at last in eight of the goal. „I have kept the faith.” There he speaks as a steward. I have held fast that glorious Gospel which was committed to my trust. I have not mingled it with man’s traditions, nor spoiled its simplicity by adding my own inventions, nor allowed others to adulterate it without withstanding them to the face. „As a soldier, a runner, a steward”, he seems to say, „I am not ashamed.”
Reader, that Christian is happy who, as he quits this world, can leave such testimony behind him. A good conscience will save no man, wash away no sin, not lift us one hair’s breadth toward heaven. Yet, a good conscience will be found a pleasant visitor at our bed-side in a dying hour.
Let us hear the Apostle once more. He looks forward to the great day of reckoning, and he does it without doubt. Mark his words. „Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness...” A glorious reward, he seems to say, is ready and laid up in store for me: even that crown which is only given to the righteous. In the great day of judgment the Lord shall give this crown to me, and to all beside me who have loved Him as an unseen Saviour, and longed to see Him face to face. My work on earth is over. This one thing now remains for me to look forward to, and nothing more.
J. C. Ryle (1816-1900), Anglican bishop of Liverpool, England
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Maurice correspondent | vrijdag 6 juli 2007 - 13:20 | ![]() |
aantal posts:142 | Dit is wel goed voor je engels! :D |
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aantal posts:260 | Worden deze artikelen wel eens gelezen ![]() ![]() | |
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