JANUARY FIFTEEN. Wm Hiram Foulkes

 

 

John 1: 41. "He findeth first his own." 

 

            Andrew's faith was genuine. If he had organized a “Society for the Saving of the Jews of the Dispersion,’ and had forgotten Simon, his brother, there might have been no Pentecost. When Christ truly finds us, we shall seek to find our own and to bring them to him. Christian fathers, heedless whether their own sons have found Christ; Christian mothers, careless whether their daughters have been saved; Christian masters, more intent upon money and machinery than they are upon men, are not walking in the footsteps of Andrew, who first found his own. The search need not end there, will not end there, but it must begin there. 

 

            Have I prayed for China to-day and for India and Africa? Have I made intercession for my native land? It is well for Christian so to do. 

            In the words of Maltbie D. Babcock, “my love has a broken wing if it cannot fly across the ocean.” 

Yet love does not always or even first soar to dizzy heights. It cherishes its nest and its own nestlings even if it does not forever stay in it or with them. 

            First, let me seek and find my own, whoever he may be, and wherever — then may my prayer for all the world will be according to the will of my Father.

 

PRAYER

 

O thou who dist love thine own unto the end!

Give me a seeking love for those whom thou

hast given me! In Jesus Name. Amen