Salmos 118
Leon Morris · Citado em PreceptAustin
Salmos 118
Morris - This Is the Day - "This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it" (Ps. 118:24). This familiar verse is often quoted, or sung, on the Lord's Day, or perhaps some other special day. In context, however, it refers to the day on which the Lord's people would see Him and cry out in joy: "Blessed be he that cometh in the name of the LORD" (Ps. 118:26). This is exactly what happened on that first "Palm Sunday," when Jesus rode on the colt into Jerusalem, and the multitude began to praise God, saying, "Blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord" (Luke 19:38). The Jewish leaders, however, and the city as a whole repudiated this response, and it soon became evident that they would seek to destroy Him. He wept over the city, "Saying, If thou hadst known, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things which belong unto thy peace! but now they are hid from thine eyes.... because thou knewest not the time of thy visitation" (Luke 19:42-44). "At least in this thy day.... the time of thy visitation." This was the day the Lord had made—the day prophesied for centuries—the day when Messiah would enter the Holy City as its King. They would not have Him, and the Lord Jesus sadly had to pronounce coming judgment on them. "O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets... how often would I have gathered thy children together... and ye would not! Behold, your house is left unto you desolate.... Ye shall not see me henceforth, till ye shall say, Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord" (Matt. 23:37-39). This will happen when Christ returns. In the meantime, this can be a wonderful experience for each individual who will say from his heart: "Blessed is He who comes to me in the name of the LORD," receiving Him by faith. That day, for him, indeed will be "the day that the LORD hath made." Frank Boreham - THIS IS THE DAY -At first I thought it was just scribbled on the window with a fluid of some kind, but I soon discovered that it was cut in the glass with a stone. It was in my college days. I had been asked to conduct the anniversary services at a village chapel in Sussex. I arrived by train on the Saturday afternoon, and was met by a young farmer—the secretary of the Sunday school—and driven to the cottage at which I was to stay. It was a quaint old place, smothered by a tangle of creepers, and its sole occupant was Old Bessie, the widow of a former minister. She was a most lovable hostess. When I retired at night I saw at once that I had been given the room that she usually occupied. Everything was spotlessly clean and as cosy as could be. I slept like a top; and it was when I rose in the morning that I made the discovery of which I have already told. It was a perfect June morning. I sprang from the bed to pull up the blind and throw open the window. I had done the former, and was about to do the latter when I noticed the mark on the glass. It was just this: THIS IS THE DAY. At first, as I say, I thought it was just scrawled with a fluid of some kind; but I soon found on examination that it was cut right into the glass. I determined to ask Old Bessie about it at breakfast. ‘Everybody asks about that!’ she said with a laugh, as soon as I broached the subject. ‘I never thought when I wrote it there it would lead to so many questions. But, you see, I have had a lot of trouble in my time, and I am a great one to worry. I was always afraid of what was going to happen tomorrow. And each morning when I woke up I felt as though I had the weight of the world upon me. Then, one day, when I was very upset about things, I sat down, and read my Bible. It was his Bible once,’ she said reflectively, glancing at a photograph of her late husband. ‘It happened that I was reading the one hundred and eighteenth Psalm. When I came to the twenty-fourth verse, I stopped. “This is the day that the Lord has made: we will rejoice and be glad in it.” I looked again to see what particular day was referred to. But I could not find it. And then it occurred to me that it means any day, every day—this day! “This is the day that the Lord has made.” And why should I be afraid of the days if He makes them? It flashed upon me like a burst of sunshine on a gloomy day. I happened to notice that Tom, who is apprenticed to a glazier, had left his tools in the kitchen. I snatched up his diamond, ran upstairs and scrawled the words as well as I could on the windowpane.’ ‘There!’ I thought, ‘now I shall see that little bit of Bible there every morning when I draw up the blind, and I will say to myself, “This is the day! This is the day! This is the day that the Lord has made!” ‘And many a time since, when things were looking black, I have been glad that I did it. Somehow, you don’t feel afraid of the day if you feel that He made it!’ (F. W. Boreham, Shadows on the Wall - London: The Epworth Press, 1922, 75–76). Adrian Rogers - Charles Swindoll—Chuck Swindoll—said this: "Have you ever noticed that man never earns enough; a woman is never beautiful enough; clothes are not fashionable enough; cars are not nice enough; gadgets are never modern enough; homes are never furnished enough; food is never fancy enough; relationships are never romantic enough; life is never full enough?" And friend, it never will be for you, unless you realize, "To whom little is not enough, nothing is enough." God gives you these things to rejoice. Not only is it a shame, it is a sin not to enjoy life. You need to say, "This is the day the Lord hath made; I will rejoice and be glad in it" (Psalm 118:24). BEARING FRUIT by Barbara Andre “They will still bear fruit in old age” (Psalm 92:14a). In the years approaching my 70s, I wondered about this verse. Then at the age of 96 my mother went to be with the Lord. Mom lived 13 years after her husband died and often asked, “Why does the Lord leave me here? I can’t do anything.” We would remind her that we still needed her prayers. “Yes, I can do that,” she would say. During those 13 years she got to know her 12 grandchildren and 17 great-grandchildren and they got to know her. Seven months before she died, a tumor of the right leg made a nursing home necessary. The tumor eventually broke both her leg and hip. In time, she would know us only for the few minutes that we told her who we were. She was reduced to one Bible verse and one hymn. Over and over she would repeat, with emphasis, “This is the DAY that the LORD has made. I will REJOICE and be glad in IT.” All her caregivers learned this verse (Psalm 118:24). Then she would repeat, again with emphasis, “JESUS loves ME, this I KNOW, for the BIBLE tells me so. I am weak but He is STRONG, and I LOVE HIM all day long.” Later, we would learn from the daughter of the patient in the next bed, that when mom spoke, “Jesus loves me,” her mother would hum the tune. This delighted her as her mom had Alhziemers and didn’t speak to anyone. Was my mom bearing fruit? I believe, by God’s grace, she was. Not only did mom show us how to live, but how to die, and she left a legacy of faith to all who knew her. Shortly after mom’s funeral, I read Pastor Ray’s books, Faith, Hope and Love. One of the prayers went like this, “Spirit of the Living God, fill me with Jesus so that when others follow me they are really following Him.” I no longer wonder about bearing fruit in old age. It is my goal Warren
Salmos 118
Morris - This blessing was voiced by the people when Christ entered Jerusalem (Matthew 21:9). When the leaders rebuked the people's praises (Luke 19:37-39), Jesus said to the Jews as a nation: "Behold, your house is left unto you desolate....Ye shall not see me henceforth, till ye shall say, Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord" (Matthew 23:38,39).