Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Day Twelve - Lenten Devotionals 2010

Scripture Text: "I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. 3You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.” (John 15:1-4)

Abide with Me: Henry Francis Lyte was of delicate health all his life, but that didn’t stop him from working like an ox, year after year, pastoring among the seafaring folks around Devonshire, England. But finally his strength gave out, and in 1847 his doctor suggested he move to the milder climate of southern France. It was a heartbreaking parting, and Lyte couldn’t leave without one final sermon to his church of twenty-four years. His health was so frail that his friends advised against it, but Lyte was determined. Standing feebly, he said, “Oh, brethren, I stand here before you today, as alive from the dead, if I may hope to impress upon you and get you to prepare for that solemn hour which must come to all. I plead with you to become acquainted with the changeless Christ and His death.”

After finishing his sermon, he served the Lord’s Supper to his weeping flock and dismissed them. That evening, as his life’s work drew to its close, he found comfort in pondering John 15: “Abide in Me, and I in you.”

According to his gardener, Lyte wrote the following hymn after having walked down to the ocean and watched “the sun setting over Brixham Harbor like a pool of molten gold.” Taking out a piece of paper, he wrote a poem and returned to his study to rewrite and polish it before giving it to his adopted daughter.

The next day he left for France. Reaching Nice, he had a seizure and passed away with the words, “Joy! Peace!” on his lips. His poem, however, lived on, becoming one of our most beloved hymns: Abide with me—fast falls the eventide! The darkness deepens—Lord, with me abide; When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me! Morgan, R. J.

Meditation: How does the branch bear fruit? Not by incessant effort for sunshine and air; not by vain struggles.… It simply abides in the vine, in silent and undisturbed union, and blossoms and fruit appear as of spontaneous growth.—Harriet Beecher

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