NATIONAL DAY OF CELEBRATION FOR ATHEISTS AROUND THE WORLD 

(APRIL FOOL'S DAY)

 POLITICIANS:

 QUOTES  OF  GREAT  SCIENTISTS - 

 THE FAMILY ALTAR - F.W. Herzberger (1922)

April 1.

"I thirst." John 19:28.

    "They gave Me also gall for My meat; and in My thirst

they gave Me vinegar to drink !" This prophecy of Psalm 69

was fulfilled; for when our dying Lord cried out in His great

thirst, we are told in the Passion history that there was set a vessel

full of vinegar near the cross, and they filled a sponge with vinegar,

and put it upon hyssop, and put it to His mouth. "I thirst!"

    Oh, what intense suffering these two little words disclose on many

a sick and dying bed ! But how much more pitiful they sound

on the parching lips of our Lord consumed by His long, long

sufferings of body and soul ! "I thirst !" So He cries out whose

lips invited so kindly : "If any man thirst, let him come unto Me,

and drink." (John 7:37) How His burning thirst ought to cut

us to the heart when we consider that He suffers it for our sake!

In vain does the rich man in hell plead for a drop of water to

cool his parching tongue. That would have been our fate but

for this our thirsting and atoning Savior. When He said to the

woman of Samaria, at Jacob's well (John 4, 7) : "Give Me to

drink," He thirsted, above all, for her poor, perishing soul. He

says to her: "Whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give

him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall

be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life."

    That longing fills His heart to-day while He is sitting on His

throne of glory, as it did in the days of His flesh and there on

the cross. He is come to seek and to save that which was lost.

He thirsts after us that we may thirst after Him. Let us not

deny His loving plea. Let us go to Him in humble, penitent

faith, and He will fulfil His gracious promise also in us: "He

that cometh to Me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on

Me shall never thirst." (John 6:35) Well might the sun in darkness

hide,

Alas! and did my Savior bleed

And did my Sov'reign die?

Would He devote that sacred

head For such a worm as I?

Was it for crimes that I had

done

He groaned upon the tree?

Amazing pity, grace unknown,

And love beyond degree!

And shut his glories in,

When God, the mighty Maker, died

For man the creature's sin!

Thus might I hide my blushing

face,

While His dear cross appears;

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt my eyes in tears.

But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, I give myself away,

'Tis all that I can do.