Be not faithless, but believing

John 20:19-31

Our Lord showed himself to an assembly of his disciples after his resurrection.

Luke 20:19

His presence among them when the doors were closed must have astonished and delighted them. While they were trembling he came to re-assure them both by his words and his smiles.

Luke 20:20

And well might they be, for his presence is ever a wellspring of joy. Mark the loving familiarity which thus unveiled his scars, and note the full proofs of his identity which those wounds afforded them. Even now the Lord reveals himself unto his chosen as he doth not unto the world. Oh, for a view of him by faith.

Luke 20:23

He gave them a commission and added the power to carry it out by the gift of the Holy Ghost. Moreover he promised to put force into the sentences which they pronounced in his name, so that when they preached remission to penitents, the Lord granted that remission, and when in the name of Jesus they declared that the sins of unbelievers remained upon them, it was so. The gospel is not our word, but the word of Jesus who has sent us.

Luke 20:24

He neglected the week-night service and lost a blessing, as many have done since.

Luke 20:25

He had no right to claim such a proof; unbelief is unreasonable in its demands.

Luke 20:27

Infinite was the Redeemer’s condescension. Knowing the doubts of Thomas he stooped to meet them, for he knew him to be sincere and willing to be convinced.

Luke 20:28

Thus in a moment reading the Deity of Jesus in wounds. A sweet lesson. Oh, to learn it every day afresh.

Luke 20:29

The richest blessing falls to the share of those simple minds who believe the word of God, even when surrounded with difficulty and unsupported by signs and evidences. The more childlike the faith the happier the heart.

Luke 20:30, 31

Have we so believed? If not, the Bible has been read by us in vain.


Crown him, the Lord of Love;

Behold his hands and side,

Rich wounds, yet visible above

In beauty glorified.


Crown him, the Lord of Peace,

Whose power a sceptre sways

From pole to pole, that wars may cease,

Absorb’d in prayer and praise:


His reign shall know no end,

And round his piercèd feet

Fair flowers of Paradise extend

Their fragrance ever sweet.


All hail! Redeemer, hail!

For thou hast died for me:

Thy praise shall never, never fail

Throughout eternity.


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