He that doeth good is of God

3 John

Old Master Trapp says John wrote this letter “to a rich Corinthian, rich in this world and rich in good works, a rare bird anywhere, but especially at Corinth, where Paul found them far behind the poor Macedonians in works of charity.”

3 John 1:1, 2

It would not be safe to wish this for many, for if their bodies only prospered as their souls do, many would die, and most professors would be weak and withered, sick and sorry.

3 John 1:3, 4

John loved his converts as his children, and was glad when he found them sound in doctrine and in practice. What would he say to “modern doubt”? It would break the good mans heart. God’s people should hold the truth more firmly than ever, for the professing church is idolising clever scepticism.

3 John 1:5-7

Gaius kept open house for travelling preachers and poor saints. One of the greatest honours we can have is to entertain a servant of the Lord. The Master sets it down as done to himself.

3 John 1:8

Gaius could not preach, but he lodged those who did, and so he obtained a prophet’s reward.

3 John 1:10

What! Did men speak against the beloved John? Then none of us can hope to escape opposition if we be faithful. We wonder at such a poor creature as Diotrephes impudently setting himself up against the great apostle. We must take heed that we do not imitate him by grieving any of the Lord’s ministers.

3 John 1:11-12

John censured one but commended another. Where there is a Diotrephes there is generally a Demetrius; the Lord neutralises the evil of one by the good of another, or churches could not exist.

3 John 1:14

Say little and write less. Speaking is better than writing, especially from preachers, who would do well to put away ink and paper and preach as the Lord gives them utterance.

3 John 1:14

Our religion is social and courteous. Let us not fail in kindly words and deeds.

 

Peace be to this favour’d dwelling,

Peace to every soul therein;

Peace of heavenly joy foretelling,

Peace the fruit of conquer’d sin.

 

Peace that speaks its heavenly giver;

Peace to worldly minds unknown;

Peace divine that flows for ever

From its source, the Lord alone.

 


To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies

Their humble praises bring.

 

He will present our souls,

Unblemish’d and complete,

Before the glory of his face

With joys divinely great.

 

To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and power belong,

Immortal crowns of majesty,

And everlasting song.

 

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