Monday, September 12, 2011

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The Gospel and Singleness by David Platt

        This sermon was suggested to me by a friend. I will be honest I was eager to listen but I was slightly afraid of what I might hear...

Such as  "Wait for that husband or wife" "Trust God to bring them when it's time" wait....wait...WAIT! And that's all good yes, we should wait and be patient! But what about in the meantime? For a single person the focus shouldn't be marriage or finding someone it should be Christ.   

 As for me marriage and children is all I have ever truly and consistently wanted since I was 11-12 years olds. Even as recent as a year ago I could hardly form the word "Single" in my head! I didn't want to hear it. It was the most scary word in existence to me. The thought of being alone was terrifying (which I know I wouldn't be because my father promised that I can live with him till I am 70 so no worries there) but still it's not quite the same as having your very own family, helping build a dynasty, forming the next generation. (so I thought...) I found myself discontent waiting on what seemed to be a future good when CHRIST is my future good! It is time for change of heart, a RIGHT prospective! So, to sit here and say I am "jubilant" about singleness is and act of God and He used this sermon to bring so much peace and purpose in being single that it brings tears to my eyes! Are there a few place in the sermon that make you chaff in you seat? Yes, a little but hang in there! It's not what you think! It's a glorious revelation! SINGLENESS IS NOT A CURSE! Did you know that??? I didn't until this sermon! 

"....And the unmarried or betrothed woman is anxious about the things of the Lord, how to be holy in body and spirit. But the married woman is anxious about worldly things, how to please her husband." 
1Cor 7:34 

Marriage is not bad nor should we frown on it, but I now see singleness as if God is saying to me "I want you for myself (either forever or until He says you will better serve Me and my Kingdom with this young man than by yourself.) It doesn't change the fact that it IS still a desire but it's not my focus! The Kingdom and how I can better serve my Savior is my focus! I speak with young girls often on this topic and it scary to see that finding a husband is almost (if not more) important than God! Though the was me a few years ago! IT'S WORSHIP BROTHERS AND SISTERS! And we have been wrong, very wrong! We are robbing God of His glory and giving it to a HUMAN an unperfected, unreliable, selfish being who controls nothing. I say this in love! We are the next generation whether we marry or not as it is stated in this sermon if our focus is Christ will have a heritage and a heritage of those who God allowed to be touch by our lives! It's not the end! I promise its the beginning of a glorious end, an end that will result in an eternity of glorious worship to our Heavenly Father! Satisfaction beyond anything we can comprehend! 

I don't know about you but I am excited! I pray you will be too and not only in singleness but get out there. 

Being single for God's glory and if you marry be married for the glory of God!

Ok so the sermon you have read this novel to get to:

The grace of the Lord Jesus be with you. My love be with you all in Christ Jesus. Amen.      ~ 1Cor 16:23-24


O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!

Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.

My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine.
Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.

Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.

The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.

My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!

Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.

Powerful Words


by Isaac Watts

Adore and tremble, for our God
Is a consuming fire!
His jealous eyes His wrath inflame,
And raise His vengeance higher.

Almighty vengeance, how it burns!
How bright His fury glows!
Vast magazines of plagues and storms
Lie treasured for his foes.

Those heaps of wrath, by slow degrees,
Are forced into a flame;
But kindled, oh! how fierce they blaze!
And rend all nature’s frame.

At His approach the mountains flee,
And seek a watery grave:
The frighted sea makes haste away,
And shrinks up every wave.

Through the wide air the mighty rocks
Are swift as hailstones hurled;
Who dares engage His fiery rage
That shakes the solid world?

Yet, mighty God, Thy sovereign grace
Sits regent on the throne;
The refuge of Thy chosen race
When wrath comes rushing down.

Thy hand shall on rebellious kings
A fiery tempest pour,
While we beneath Thy sheltering wings
Thy just revenge adore.

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