Servant?

foot-washing1We’ve enjoyed most of Downton Abbey.  For the most part, it’s been quite entertaining, thought-provoking and informative about a time in English history of which I knew very little.

However, one scene caught my eye in the last episode.  Some of the servants had traveled to Scotland where the family were visiting relatives.  As the visiting servants joined the others, they were referred to as Lord and Lady Grantham instead of by their own names.  In other words, Mrs. Bates, who attended Lady Grantham would be called Lady Grantham among the servants.

Isn’t that also true about our Lord and Master?  Are we not called Christians?  Oh, how that term is bantered about so loosely!  Those servants’ lives were totally dedicated to their lords and ladies!  They stood erect, waiting upon their every need.  They held their jackets while they dressed and then brushed them.  They coiffed the lady’s hair and held the towel for her as she exited the bath.

How’s your service?  Oh, how rebuked I’ve been.  I’m afraid my service is shoddy at best.  Is my eye focused on the Master’s face, just waiting for the opportunity to serve Him?  I’m afraid not – and remember, He is the one that said:

“And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.“Matthew 25:40

So, take the rebuke, put on the apron, pick up the towel and keep listening for the trump and his beautiful words: “Well done, thou good and faithful servant!

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A New Year

ID-100125807Happy New Year!  At times, I complain about the clock and look forward to an eternal heaven where time shall be no more; however, today I thank the Lord for a new beginning.  Oh, how we need them!

The following poem is from The Continual Burnt Offering, a 1941 daily devotional book by H. A. Ironside.  As I read it, I thought it put life into perspective for this New Year.

The Maker of the universe

As Man, for man was made a curse.

The claims of Law which He had made,

Unto the uttermost He paid.

His holy fingers made the bough

Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow.

The nails that pierced His hands were mined

In secret places He designed.

He made the forest whence there sprung

The tree on which His body hung.

He died upon a cross of wood,

Yet made the hill on which it stood.

The sky that darkened o’er His head

By Him above the earth was spread.

The sun that hid from Him its face

Be His decree was poised in space.

The spear which spilled His precious blood

Was tempered in the fires of God.

The grave in which His from was laid,

Was hewn in rocks His hands had made.

The throne on which He now appears

Was His from everlasting years,

But a new glory crowns His brow,

And every knee to Him shall bow.

— F. W. Pitt

 For those of you who are familiar with the movie White Christmas, think for a moment about one particular scene.  They are all sitting in the grist mill inn are the ladies sing.  Bing Crosby makes as statement about his former general who now owns the inn: “We ate, then he ate; we slept, then he slept.”  He was really bothered by the fact that this man whom he served under was now serving him.

What a wonderful picture of our God!  I serve Him because of His great example as Servant!  I die to selfish ambitions because He died for me!  May this year find you joyfully serving the Great God of the Universe Who came and died that we might live!

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