Some indeed preach Christ from envy and rivalry, but others from good will. The latter do it out of love, knowing that I am put here for the defense of the gospel. The former proclaim Christ out of selfish ambition, not sincerely but thinking to afflict me in my imprisonment.
Battles and Babies
In 1809, Napoleon was riding his war-horse up and down Europe. That same year records the following births: president Abraham Lincoln; poet Alfred Lord Tennyson; British reformer William E. Gladstone; writer Oliver Wendell Holmes; composer Felix Mendelssohn. Minds were on the battles, not the babies. Yet today we might be justified in asking, “Which were more important?”
The day Abraham Lincoln was born in Kentucky, one of the villagers asked what was happening in the village, receiving the reply, “Nothing at all, nothing at all—except a new baby born at Tom Lincoln’s house. Nothing ever happens out here.”
Last weekend saw seven roses on the piano at Bethlehem representing seven new babies God gave to us that week.
Lord, use them as instruments in your hand.