Eugene Adkins posted: " Soon after teaching the multitudes that his family consisted of those who did the will of God (Matthew 12:48-50), the hometown of Jesus blames their unbelief on Jesus' relation to his family in the flesh (Matthew 13:53-58). Is it not amazing how quick" Forthright Fellowship Room
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brucesbiblepage posted: " Buy it for your Kindle The Treasury of David is one of several C.H. Spurgeon books that are in the public domain. If you propose to study the Psalms, I suggest you download this as a companion for your other references. Psalm 68 ExpositionE" Reaching out; one person at a time
The Treasury of David is one of several C.H. Spurgeon books that are in the public domain. If you propose to study the Psalms, I suggest you download this as a companion for your other references.
TITLE.To the Chief Musician, a Psalm or Song of David. We have already said enough about this title when dealing with Psalms 65 and 66. The present is obviously a song to be sung at the removal of the ark, and in all probability was rehearsed when David conducted it with holy joy from the house of Obededom to the prepared place on Mount Zion. It is the most soul-stirring hymn. The first verses were often the battle song of the Covenanters and Ironsides, and the whole Psalm fitly pictures the way of the Lord Jesus among his saints and his ascent to glory. The Psalm is at once surpassingly excellent and difficult. Its darkness in some stanzas is utterly impenetrable. Well does a German critic speak of it as a Titan very hard to master? Our slender scholarship has utterly failed us and we have had to follow a surer Guide. We trust our thoughts may not however prove unprofitable.
DIVISION. With the words of the first two verses, the ark is uplifted, and the procession begins to move. In Ps 68:3-6, the godly in the assembly are exhorted to commence their joyous songs, and arguments are adduced to help their joy. Then the glorious march of Jehovah in the wilderness is sung: Ps 68:7-10, and his victories in war are celebrated in verses Ps 68:11-14. The joyous shouts are louder as Zion comes in sight, and the ark is borne up the hill: Ps 68:15-19. On the summit of the mount, the priests sing a hymn concerning the Lord's goodness and justice; the safety of his friends, and the ruin of his foes: Ps 68:20-23. Meanwhile, the procession is described as it winds up the hill: Ps 68:24-27. The poet anticipates a time of wider conquest, Ps 68:28-31: and concludes with a noble burst of song unto Jehovah.
Verse 9.Thou, O God, didst send a plentiful rain. The march of God was not signalized solely by displays of terror, for goodness and bounty were also made conspicuous. Such rain as never fell before dropped on the desert sand, bread from heaven and winged fowl fell all around the host; good gifts were poured upon them, and rivers leaped forth from rocks. The earth shook with fear, and in reply, the Lord, as from a cornucopia, shook out blessings upon it; so the original may be rendered. Whereby thou didst confirm thine inheritance when it was weary. At the end of each stage, when they halted, weary with the march, they found such showers of good things awaiting them that they were speedily refreshed. Their foot did not swell all those forty years. When they were exhausted, God was not. When they were weary, He was not. They were his chosen heritage, and, therefore, although for their good he allowed them to be weary, he watchfully tended them and tenderly considered their distresses. In like manner, to this day, the elect of God in this wilderness state are apt to become tired and faint, but their ever-loving Jehovah comes in with timely succors, cheers the faint, strengthens the weak, and refreshes the hungry; so that once again, when the silver trumpets sound, the church militant advances with a bold and firm step towards "the rest which remaineth." By this faithfulness, the faith of God's people is confirmed, and their hearts established; if fatigue and want to be made them waver, the timely supply of grace stays them again upon the eternal foundations.
Megan posted: " In honor of Halloween, here is a spooky story! This is a true story about real people who lived in Montgomery County, Tennessee in the 1800s. Hope you enjoy it! It was in May of 1864 when Mrs. Settle was sent from Clarksville, TN to the Western Lunat" Megan's Musings
In honor of Halloween, here is a spooky story! This is a true story about real people who lived in Montgomery County, Tennessee in the 1800s. Hope you enjoy it!
It was in May of 1864 when Mrs. Settle was sent from Clarksville, TN to the Western Lunatic Aylum in Hopkinsville, Kentucky. The building had been burned down three years prior but was now built back with rambling staggered wings to let all of the patients receive sunlight, privacy, and whatever comfort they could find in their disturbed state. Mrs. Settle had been deemed one of the disturbed and had been sent to the asylum in hopes that whatever demon plagued her mind would be sent out. She was brought home sometime in late June, though she had by no means been healed of whatever insanities plagued her. She had only been back home for a single day when she went out for a walk and determined not to return. She made her way down to a pond and walked right in until her head was under water and her lungs began to fill. A soldier was passing by at just the right moment to see the woman struggling in the pond. He, being the hero that he was, went into the pond after her and pulled her out. They both came out soaking wet and none too worse for the ordeal. Though the soldier was shocked to learn that it had not been an accident that Mrs. Settle was in over her head. He surely saw her back to her house to ensure that there were no other incidents that day. Realizing that it wasn't safe to leave her alone, Mrs. Settle's family enlisted the aid of a nurse, named Mrs. Simpson, to watch over her when no one else could. It was a day that had seemed like any other, only that today, Mrs. Settle was more unsettled than she had been before. She became a raving maniac and attacked the poor nurse who could hardly defend against the blows that were rained down upon her. Mrs. Settle fought tooth and nail against the woman until she had beaten her almost to death. Mrs. Simpson, shaken and afraid, was taken to the doctor to treat the wounds that Mrs. Settle had inflicted. It was almost a fortnight before Mrs. Simpson was better and each day that passed saw Mrs. Settle's mind growing worse and worse. Without a nurse to keep constant vigil, Mrs. Settle's family took it in shifts and turns to stay at her side. They would sit with her during the day, and sleep in the same room at night – ever watching for signs of another mad spell to come over her. One night, late in August, it was Mollie Settle's turn to stay with her mother through the night. She had her friend Mary Bayliss with her to help in keeping watch. Things had been fairly calm since the outburst that her mother had had with her nurse, though they were always warry and watchful. As the moon began to descend back down from the sky and the night grew ever darker, Mollie and Mary slept soundly. Mrs. Settle, however, was fighting. She laid in bed and considered her options. She knew that whatever actions she took had to be now in the dark of night so that none of her family would be able to stay her hand. Her family had taken care about what they left in the room so there wasn't much around for her to grab ahold of. She clutched her bedsheets tightly as she thought. Then it all became clear to her and she slipped silently to her feet. She glanced at the girls sleeping soundly nearby, but only for the briefest of moments before tugging the sheets off of her bed. Mary awoke to Mollie's screams of horror. At first, Mary was unsure of what had taken place as she looked around the room for some sign. Then, her eyes focused on the most horrific sight that she would see. Her dear friend's mother, Mrs. Settle, hung stiffly from the door. Her bedsheet wound tightly about her neck, her eyes staring at the ground, and her body slowly swayed ever so slightly. Mrs. Settle had hung herself and died in the very room where her daughter had slept leaving the girls completely unaware until the next morning when they had to face what had become of her before even being able to leave the room.
