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Unworthy Servant
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Greetings,

below is a shortened version of a sermon by Leonard Ravenhill
the full version of the sermon will be posted below

Please take the time to watch/listen to this first message, at least and may it be a blessing to you ....><>


 
Moderator
Staff Member
Thank you for sharing @Br. Bear

I watched the first video....well worth watching.
Very heart searching and convicting.

I will take time to watch the full version.
 
Unworthy Servant
Staff Member
Greetings,

this one part of the message has stood out to me and i wanted to share it here


Bless you ....><>

from a sermon transcript which varies slightly to the sermon recorded above

I was going down the street in Oldham, which is nine miles outside of Manchester. I was in my early twenties. I pastored the largest church in town; in fact, the largest Holiness church in England. I was going down the street one day. As I passed a house, the lady opened the door,

"Hi! You’re the pastor at the Tabernacle. I often come to your church. I sit on the back seat. I’m very poor. I can’t give anything in the offering, but I want to do something for you. Would you come into my house and drink a cup of tea?"

Well, usually, of course, I want tea, so I said, "Yes." I went in, and boy! did that house smell. I got in there and she had finger nails clogged up with dirt. The kitchen sink was filled with dirty dishes.

There was a plate with some old bacon covered with mold.
That fuzzy horrid looking stuff.

She reached into the kitchen sink to a stack of cups and picked one. You know, the tea had dried on the outside. Oh, mercy on us! It looked as though it had about a hundred bugs at the bottom: dried, dirty, rotten old tea leaves. In fact, some were moldy.

"Well, now" she said, "I’m going to get you a cup of tea."
I said, "All right."
She poured the tea into the cup. It was as black as my shoes, and I don’t like black tea.
"Do you take cream?" "Yes." "Well, I have none."
"Do you take sugar?" "Yes." "I have none."
With that dirty hand shaking, I saw the black stuff that was supposed to be tea, cold as ice.
I hesitated. I felt like tipping it up. But I knew I was on trial.
She held the cup up, "Drink it!"

As she handed me that cup of dirty tea, my mind went 2000 miles away to a place called Gethsemane, 2000 years back. The Father gave a cup of all the dregs of impurity and wickedness. He didn’t give it to Gabriel. He didn’t give it to Michael the Archangel. He gave it to his Son!
 
Unworthy Servant
Staff Member
Greetings,


I have often thought about this. If someone gave you a cup, and you knew they had spat in it, would you drink it?

If someone told you to wait a moment, while they fetched a cup from the toilet and told you they used it for making tea with, would you like to drink from it?

If someone vomited in a cup, would you drink it?

Does this sound too vile?

Did you know your sin is filthy, contaminated, deadly, disgusting AND vile?

If you were asked to drink only your sin, would you?

Would you be willing to drink another's putrid cup of sin?

The good news, as disgusting it was for the Son of God, is that He took that cup for you, He took the cup for the whole world.... and you don't have to.

But let me ask once more, would you drink your own cup if you knew how absolutely repungent it was?

If not, and this also is part of the message of the gospel, then you should not expect the other man [or woman or child] to have to drink theirs.

Think about this.


Bless you ....><>
 
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I'm sure we have no way of knowing the fullness of the horror of that cup that Christ drank and experienced. For Him Who always did the Father's will, to shrink back from it, is a testimony to it.

Is there not some connection to it and the serpent on the pole. (John 3: 14) "And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of man be lifted up:" Perhaps the video addressed this, but I didn't watch all of it.

(1 Cor. 10:16) "The cup of blessing which we bless, is it not the communion of the blood of Christ?" Here 'cup' speaks to a common union or 'communion'.

Did not the 'cup' which Christ drank bring Him into the common union with that which He died for? Did He not experience it? The judgement that fell on Christ was terrible. But more terrible was His being brought into a communion with all which is evil, which would bring about that judgement.

Quantrill
 
Loyal
Greetings,

this one part of the message has stood out to me and i wanted to share it here


Bless you ....><>

from a sermon transcript which varies slightly to the sermon recorded above

I was going down the street in Oldham, which is nine miles outside of Manchester. I was in my early twenties. I pastored the largest church in town; in fact, the largest Holiness church in England. I was going down the street one day. As I passed a house, the lady opened the door,

"Hi! You’re the pastor at the Tabernacle. I often come to your church. I sit on the back seat. I’m very poor. I can’t give anything in the offering, but I want to do something for you. Would you come into my house and drink a cup of tea?"

Well, usually, of course, I want tea, so I said, "Yes." I went in, and boy! did that house smell. I got in there and she had finger nails clogged up with dirt. The kitchen sink was filled with dirty dishes.

There was a plate with some old bacon covered with mold.
That fuzzy horrid looking stuff.

She reached into the kitchen sink to a stack of cups and picked one. You know, the tea had dried on the outside. Oh, mercy on us! It looked as though it had about a hundred bugs at the bottom: dried, dirty, rotten old tea leaves. In fact, some were moldy.

"Well, now" she said, "I’m going to get you a cup of tea."
I said, "All right."
She poured the tea into the cup. It was as black as my shoes, and I don’t like black tea.
"Do you take cream?" "Yes." "Well, I have none."
"Do you take sugar?" "Yes." "I have none."
With that dirty hand shaking, I saw the black stuff that was supposed to be tea, cold as ice.
I hesitated. I felt like tipping it up. But I knew I was on trial.
She held the cup up, "Drink it!"

As she handed me that cup of dirty tea, my mind went 2000 miles away to a place called Gethsemane, 2000 years back. The Father gave a cup of all the dregs of impurity and wickedness. He didn’t give it to Gabriel. He didn’t give it to Michael the Archangel. He gave it to his Son!
I did watch the first short version and was touched by it. Give God the glory!
 
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