Tag: World

The devil’s chessboard!

Charles Spurgeonby Charles Spurgeon

“Flowers from a Puritan’s Garden” 1883

“So that Satan will not outsmart us. For we are familiar with his evil schemes!” 2 Corinthians 2:11

“Be watchful; the world is the devil’s chessboard! You can hardly move backward or forward, but he is ready to attack you with some temptation!”

Those who play at the game of chess know that great caution is needed. Your opponent is working toward a design of which you know nothing; and while you imagine that you are doing exceedingly well, he is entrapping you!

The game of life, as against Satan, is one in which . . . his maneuvers and artifice, his long practice and stratagems, his superior skill and deceptiveness, and his unscrupulous schemes–give him an immense advantage over our poor self-conceited folly!

Lord, help us! You know our adversary; be pleased to deliver us out of his hand.

“Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes!” Ephesians 6:11

by Charles Spurgeon

The world’s pleasures

John MacDuffby John MacDuff

“Ripples in the Twilight” 1885

“Jabez called on the God of Israel saying: ‘Oh, that You would bless me indeed!’ So God granted him what he requested.” 1 Chronicles 4:10

There is much apparent good not worth calling by the name. What the world speaks of as blessings are, some of them, often worthless; and many of them are undoubtedly evil and detrimental. They are counterfeits–they do not bear upon them the coinage and currency of Heaven. Satan has disguised them–stamped them as true metal–while they are base alloy!

Let us leave our blessings, and the method of their bestowal, with the Giver of every good and perfect gift–into His hand committing our earthly all, with this prayer of intense fervor yet of simple faith, “Oh that You would bless me indeed!” I want nothing which the world calls a blessing, unless You think it proper for me. I want no shadows–no baubles. I do not ask for riches–they may be a snare to me. I do not ask for . . . the cup running over, the barns full, the fig-tree blossoming, the home-nest without the thorn. These might alienate me from Yourself, and bind me only closer to earth!

I want blessings indeed. God, I am no judge of this. Whatever YOU give, will be a true blessing to me. And even if You take it away–I will strive to believe that the dark and painful dealing, is Your kindness to me also.

Yes, we repeat, the world’s pleasures are often curses in disguise–like Cleopatra’s viper, which was hidden in a basket of flowers. There is often . . . an adder lurking in the bed of roses, a fly in the ointment, poison in the wine-cup!

But the blessings of God are blessings bearing His own divine seal and signature. They may come . . . in frowning providences, in baffling dispensations, in strokes of the chastening rod. For the present they may seem not joyous, but grievous. But I am content to be in His hands–joyful or sorrowful, in health or in sickness, living or dying. O my Father, give Your own blessing, and I shall bow my heart in submission; for I can only hear in it accents of paternal love!

by John MacDuff