Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning! Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain! Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning, Zion in triumph begins her mild reign.
How fast would you sign up for an army that was destined to fail? Yet that seems to be the spirit of the Christian army today, at least in America. If you believe what is being touted today, we are just to hang on ‘til the bitter end while things get worse and worse.
But that is not Biblical Christianity. David said, “All nations whom You have made shall come and worship before You, O Lord, and shall glorify Your name.” About this verse Spurgeon commented, “David was not a believer in the theory that the world will grow worse and worse, and that the dispensation will wind up with general darkness and idolatry. Earth’s sun is to go down amid tenfold night if some of our prophetic brethren are to be believed. Not so do we expect but look for a day when the dwellers in all lands shall learn righteousness, shall trust in the Saviour, shall worship Thee alone, O God and shall glorify Thy name. The modern notion has greatly damped the zeal of the church for missions and the sooner it is shown to be unscriptural the better for the cause of God. It neither consorts with prophecy, honours God, nor inspires the church with ardour. Far hence be it driven.”
Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning! Long by the prophets of Israel foretold! Hail to the millions from bondage returning! Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold.
Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing, streams ever copious are gliding along; Loud from the mountaintops echoes are ringing, wastes rise in verdure and mingle in song.
Ministry update: Last month in Mexico City was the roughest trip I’ve ever had physically. The first week was great. The second week I was sick. It’s not what you’re thinking. I don’t drink the water. It was strange. My partner was sick also, totally different symptoms. Our Mexican friend suffered from horrendous nightmares. May have something to do with the fact that we were working around a cultic area, called Holy Death. It was strange!
I’m getting ready to go to a different area in Mexico in a few days. In fact, if you receive this by regular mail, I’ll probably already be there as you’re reading this. I’m going up into the mountains to scout out some Indian tribes that, as far as I know, have never heard the Gospel. Pray for my truck.
See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean, praise to Jehovah ascending on high; Fallen are engines of war and commotion, shouts of salvation are rending the sky.
Dan