Lent Day 3
2Ti 1:8-14 Do not be ashamed, then, of
the testimony about our Lord or of me his prisoner, but join with me in
suffering for the gospel, relying on the power of God, who saved us and called
us with a holy calling, not according to our works but according to his own
purpose and grace. This grace was given to us in Christ Jesus before the ages
began, but it has now been revealed through the appearing of our Savior Christ
Jesus, who abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through
the gospel. For this gospel I was appointed a herald and an apostle and a
teacher, and for this reason I suffer as I do. But I am not ashamed, for I know
the one in whom I have put my trust, and I am sure that he is able to guard
until that day what I have entrusted to him. Hold to the standard of sound
teaching that you have heard from me, in the faith and love that are in Christ
Jesus. Guard the good treasure entrusted to you, with the help of the Holy
Spirit living in us.
Perhaps
we can recover the term for ourselves, and become defenders of the faith as originally
intended – by living our lives according to the “holy calling” of Jesus. The
writer of 2 Timothy suggests that this has nothing to do with power and might,
and everything to do with suffering and humiliation. This is a life which risks
reputation, status and ambition for “the testimony about our Lord” (2 Ti 1:8).
Let us allow our Lenten journey towards Easter to become a time when we
rediscover our role as defenders of the faith.
Thought:
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs,
1707. Charles Wesley reportedly said he would give up all his
other hymns to have written this one.
The Sixth Sunday after Epiphany
The Rewards of MinistryA Guide to Prayer for Ministers and Other Servants p.84
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