Friday 7 June 2013

The British Josiah

I have always been fascinated with the story of king Josiah in the Bible. (You can find his story beginning in 2 Kings 21.)

Josiah was only 8 years old when he was crowned king. Although his father did evil in God's sight, little Josiah set out to seek the Lord and do what was right. (Unlike today's society that would have used their 'bad' parents as an excuse to sin--a victim of their unfortunate environment.) Josiah cared more for what God thought than what people thought. He placed God as his first priority.

I like that! What an inspiration! And from an 8 year old!

I read an account of England's King Edward VI. I wish I could tell you the magazine in whose pages i found it, but I've long forgotten. Here it is:
 

the british josiah
The remarkable story of King Edward VI, the young prince who became king when he was only nine years old. He was soon known among the people of the nation as “The British Josiah” not only because of his age (like the biblical king Josiah, who became king at age 8) but also because of his desire to seek after the Lord while still very young. He died when he was only sixteen, and his cousin, Lady Jane Grey, was given the throne. She was Queen for only nine days when Edward’s cousin, known as “Bloody Mary,” was given the throne in her place. An excerpt from The British Josiah, as sixteen-year-old Lady Jane was about to be beheaded for refusing to embrace Catholicism reads: “From the scaffold she spoke earnestly to spectators: ‘Good people, touching the procurement of the crown on my behalf, I do wash my hands thereof before God. I did not desire it….I do look to be saved by no other means, but by the mercy of God in the blood of His only Son Jesus Christ…and I confess when I did know the word of God, I neglected the same, loved myself and the world, and thereby this…punishment is worthily happened to me, and yet I thank God that in His goodness He hath thus given me time to repent.’ Kneeling down, she asked permission and quoted all of Psalm 57....Laying her head on the block, she said, ‘Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit.’”

 
Psalm 57
Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee; yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me.
He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up. God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
My soul is among lions; and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above the earth.
They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves.
My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.
I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations.
For thy mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above the earth.

One Day at a Time

I came across this poem some time ago. I read it everyday. It speaks on so many different levels. It has encouraged me countless times. I hope it touches you, as well.


ONE DAY AT A TIME
                  
One day at a time, with its failures and fears,

With its hurts and mistakes, with its weakness and tears,

With its portion of pain and its burden of care;

One day at a time we must meet and must bear.

  

One day at a time to be patient and strong;

To be calm under trial and sweet under wrong;

Then its toiling shall pass and its sorrow shall cease;

It shall darken and die, and the night shall bring peace.

 

One day at a time—but the day is so long,

And the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong,

O Thou pitying Christ, be Thou near all the way;

Give courage and patience and strength for the day.

 

Swift cometh His answer, so clear and so sweet;

“Yea, I will be with thee, thy troubles to meet;

I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve;

I will not forsake thee; I never will leave.”

 

Not yesterday’s load we are called on to bear,

Nor the morrow’s uncertain and shadowy care,

Why should we look forward or back with dismay?

Our needs, as our mercies, are but for the day.

 

One day at a time, and the day is His day;

He hath numbered its hours, though they haste or delay.

His grace is sufficient; we walk not alone;

As the day, so the strength that He giveth His own.

                                                   —Annie Johnson Flint