๐Ÿ’œใ€Š็ฅž็š„ๅฟƒๆ„ใ€‹20210830ใ€Žๅ€’็ฉบ่‡ชๆˆ‘็š„ๆ–ฐ็”Ÿๅ‘ฝ-Of the despair of selfใ€โ€” ๆ…•ๅฎ‰ๅพท็ƒˆ

็ถ“ๆ–‡: ใ€Œ่ฑˆไธ็Ÿฅไฝ ๅ€‘็š„่บซๅญๅฐฑๆ˜ฏ่–้ˆ็š„ๆฎฟๅ—Ž๏ผŸ้€™่–้ˆๆ˜ฏๅพžไธŠๅธ่€Œไพ†๏ผŒไฝๅœจไฝ ๅ€‘่ฃก้ ญ็š„๏ผ›ไธฆไธ”ไฝ ๅ€‘ไธๆ˜ฏ่‡ชๅทฑ็š„ไบบ๏ผ›ใ€โ€” (่–็ถ“ยทๅ“ฅๆž—ๅคšๅ‰ๆ›ธ 6็ซ 19็ฏ€)

็•ถ็ฆ้Ÿณ็œŸๅ…‰็…งๅˆฐไบบๅฟƒ๏ผŒไป–ๆœƒ่ฆบๅพ—่‡ชๅทฑๅฟƒๅœŸๅพˆ็กฌ๏ผŒ็„กๆณ•ๆŽฅๅ—็œŸ็†๏ผ›ๆˆ–่€…็†ๆ€งๅคชๅผท๏ผŒ็„กๆณ•็›ธไฟก็œŸ็†ใ€‚ไบบๆ€งๅคฉ็„ถ็š„่‚‰้ซ”ๆœƒ็”ข็”ŸๆŠ—ๆ‹’๏ผŒไธ้ก˜ๆ„้™ๆœๆˆ–ๆญปๆŽ‰๏ผŒไปฅ่‡ดๅคฉไบบไบคๆˆฐ๏ผŒๆˆ็‚บไธ€็จฎ็ฒพ็ฅžไธŠ็š„ๆŽ™ๆ‰Ž่ˆ‡ๆŠ˜็ฃจใ€‚

ไบบ้™ค้ž่ขซ้€ผๅˆฐไธ€ๅ€‹ๅœฐๆญฅ๏ผŒ็Ÿฅ้“ๅœจไบบ่ฃก้ขๆฏซ็„ก่‰ฏๅ–„ๅฏ่จ€๏ผŒ่€Œไธ”ๆฏซ็„ก่กŒๅ–„็š„่ƒฝๅŠ›๏ผŒๆ‰ๆœƒๆ‚”ๆ”น่ฝ‰ๅ‘ไธŠๅธไธฆ้›ขๆฃ„็ฝชๆƒกใ€‚ๅชๆœ‰ๅœจ่‡ชๅทฑ่ตฐๆŠ•็„ก่ทฏๆ™‚๏ผŒๅฐ่‡ชๅทฑๅฎŒๅ…จ็ต•ๆœ›ๆ™‚๏ผŒไบบๆ‰ๆœƒๆƒณๅˆฐๅ€š้ ไธŠๅธ๏ผŒไนŸๅฐฑๆœƒๅ› ่‘—็œŸๅฟƒๅฐ‹ๆฑ‚ไธŠๅธ๏ผŒไฟกๅฟƒ่ˆ‡ๅธŒๆœ›ๆ‰ๆœƒ็”ข็”Ÿใ€‚ๆ˜ฏ็š„๏ผŒไบบ่‹ฅไธๆฃ„็ต•่‡ชๅทฑๅˆฐไธ€ๅ€‹ๅœฐๆญฅ๏ผŒๅฐ่‡ชๅทฑๅฎŒๅ…จ็ต•ๆœ›๏ผŒๅฐฑ็„กๆณ•ๆ“ๆœ‰ๆ–ฐ็”Ÿๅ‘ฝๆ‰€ๅธถไพ†็š„ไฟกๅฟƒ่ˆ‡ๅธŒๆœ›ใ€‚ ไธ€ๅ€‹ไบบ็„ก่ซ–ไป–ๅฆ‚ไฝ•ๅทฎๅ‹๏ผŒๅฟ…้ ˆ่ฆบๅพ—ไธŠๅธ็š„ๆ„›ๆ‘ธๅพ—ๅˆฐไป–๏ผŒไป–ๆ‰่ƒฝๅพ—ๆ•‘ใ€‚ไธŠๅธๅ‰ต้€ ไบบ๏ผŒๅฐฑๆ˜ฏ็‚บ็ฅ‚่‡ชๅทฑ่จญ็ซ‹ไธ€ๅ€‹ๅฑ…ๆ‰€๏ผŒ่ฎ“็ฅ‚็š„่–้ˆ่ƒฝๆœ‰้ง็•™็š„ๅœฐๆ–นใ€‚้ขๅฐ้‚ฃไบ›ไฝœๆƒกๅคš็ซฏ๏ผŒๆˆ–ๆ˜ฏ่‡ชๆšด่‡ชๆฃ„็š„ไบบ๏ผŒๆ„›ๆ˜ฏๆƒŸไธ€็š„ๅฆ™ๆ–น๏ผ›่—‰่‘—้‡้‡ๆ„›็ถฒ๏ผŒ็ถฒไฝไป–็š„ๅฟƒ๏ผŒ่ฎ“ไป–ไธๅพ—ไธๆ„Ÿๅ—ๅˆฐไธŠๅธ็š„ๆ„›ๆ˜ฏไฝ•็ญ‰ๅ‰ๅคง๏ผŒๅซไบบ้›ฃไปฅๆŠ—ๆ‹’ใ€‚

ใ€ŒไธŠๅธๆ˜ฏไป€้บผ๏ผŸ็ฅ‚็š„ๅๅญ—ๅซๆ„›๏ผŒ็ฅ‚ๆ˜ฏๅ…จ็„ถ็พŽๅ–„๏ผŒๆจ‚ๆ„่ณœไบบๅนณๅฎ‰ๅ–œๆจ‚ๅŠ็„ก้™็š„็ฆไปฝใ€‚ๅŸบ็ฃๆ˜ฏไป€้บผ๏ผŸ็ฅ‚ๆ˜ฏๆ•ดๅ€‹ๅคง่‡ช็„ถไปฅๅŠๅ—็ฝชๆƒกๆฑกๆŸ“ไบบ้กž็š„ๆ•‘ๆ˜Ÿ๏ผ›็ฅ‚ๆœ‰็„ก้™็š„ๆ†ๆ†ซ่ˆ‡ๆฉๆ…ˆ๏ผŒๆบๆบไธ็ต•ๅœฐไพ›ๆ‡‰่ปŸๅผฑไบบไธ€ๅˆ‡็š„้œ€่ฆใ€‚ใ€

่ฎ“ๆˆ‘ๅ€‘็”จๆ„›็ถฒ้‡้‡็ถฒไฝไบบ็š„ๅฟƒ๏ผŒ่ฎ“ไป–ๅ€‘ๅฟ—้ก˜ๆˆ็‚บๆ„›็š„ไฟ˜ๆ“„๏ผ›ๆ‰€ๆœ‰ๅฅฝๅฎ—ๆ•™็š„ๅฎ—ๆ—จ้ƒฝๆ˜ฏๆ„›๏ผŒ่‹ฅๆฒ’ๆœ‰ๆ„›๏ผŒไธ€ๅˆ‡้ƒฝๆ˜ฏ็ฉบ่ซ‡๏ผŒ้ƒฝๆ˜ฏ้ก่Šฑๆฐดๆœˆๆฒ’ๆœ‰็”Ÿๅ‘ฝใ€‚ๆ„›ๆ˜ฏไบบ้กž้ˆ้ญ‚ไน‹ๅ…‰๏ผŒ้€™้“็†ๆ˜ฏ้ก›ๆ’ฒไธ็ ด็š„ใ€‚

ๆ„›ๅฐฑๆ˜ฏไธŠๅธ็š„ๅŒ–่บซ๏ผŒๆ˜ฏๅพฉๆดป็š„็”Ÿๅ‘ฝ๏ผŒๆ˜ฏๆฅตๅบฆ็š„่ฌ™ๅ‘๏ผŒๆ˜ฏ็„ก้™็š„ๅฟ่€่ˆ‡ๆฉๆ…ˆใ€‚่ฎ“ๆˆ‘ๅ€‘่ช ๅฟƒ็›ธไฟกใ€ŒไธŠๅธๅฐฑๆ˜ฏๆ„›ใ€็š„็œŸ็†๏ผŒไธฆไธ”ๆธดๆœ›ๆฏๅ€‹ไบบ้ƒฝ่ช่ญ˜้€™ๅ€‹ๆ„›็š„ๆบ้ ญ๏ผ›ๅฆ‚ๅŒ้™ฝๅ…‰ๆ™ฎ็…งๅคงๅœฐ๏ผŒ็”˜้œ–ๆป‹ๆฝค่ฌ็‰ฉ๏ผŒ่‹ฅๆˆ‘ๅ€‘้ก˜ๆ„่Šฑๆ™‚้–“็ญ‰ๅ€™ๅœจไธŠๅธ้ขๅ‰๏ผŒ็ตฆไธŠๅธๆฉŸๆœƒๅšๅทฅ๏ผŒไธŠๅธ่‡ช็„ถๆœƒๅฐ‡้‚ฃ่ชชไธๅ‡บไพ†็š„ๆฉๅ…ธ่ˆ‡ๅ–œๆจ‚๏ผŒๆปฟ่ถณๆˆ‘ๅ€‘็š„ๅฟƒ๏ผŒ้ฃฝ่ถณๆˆ‘ๅ€‘็š„ๆ„›๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๅ€‘ไนŸ็”˜ๅฟƒๆจ‚ๆ„ๅœฐๅ€’็ฉบ่‡ชๅทฑ๏ผŒๅฐ‡่‡ชๅทฑๅฎŒๅ…จ็ป็ตฆๆ„›ๆˆ‘ๅ€‘็š„ไธŠๅธใ€‚

โ€”ใ€Š ็ฅž ็š„ ๅฟƒ ๆ„ ใ€‹
(ๆฏๆ—ฅ้ˆไฟฎ 8ๆœˆ30ๆ—ฅ)
ไฝœ่€…๏ผšๆ…•ๅฎ‰ๅพท็ƒˆ
็ทจ่ผฏ๏ผšๆฆฎ่ฏ่ˆˆ

ใ€Ž Of the despair of self ใ€

Scripture: “What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?” โ€” (Corinthians 6:19)

“When the truth touches a man’s heart, he feels that he can not overcome the hardness of his heart and his pride by the force of his reason. Nature becomes a torment and a burden to itself before it can willingly give up to that death through which alone it can pass into life. There is no true and real conversion from the life of sin and death, till a man comes to know and feel that nothing less than his whole nature is to be parted with, and yet finds in himself no possibility of doing it. This is the despair by which we lose all our own life, to find a new one in God. For here it is that faith and hope, and true seeking to God and Christ are born. But till all is despair in ourselves, faith and hope and turning to God in prayer are only things practised by rule and method; they are not born in us, are not living qualities of a new birth, till we have done feeling any trust or confidence in ourselves.

“A man must feel that he is still within the reach of Divine Love; God created him for Himself to be a habitation of His own life and Holy Spirit. In dealing with such souls, love must be our bait; it will put its hook into the heart, and force men to know, that of all strong things nothing is so strong, so irresistible, as Divine Love.

“Ask what God is; His Name is Love; He is the Good, the Perfection of Peace, the Joy, the Glory and the Blessing of every life. Ask what Christ is. He is the universal Remedy of all evil broken forth ia nature and creatures. He is the unwearied Compassion, the long-suffering Pity, the never-ceasing Mercifulness of God to every want and infirmity of human nature.

“Let us surround and encompass men with these frames of love until they become a willing victim to their power. All religion is the Spirit of Love, all its gifts and graces are love; it has no breath, no life, but the life of love. Love is heaven revealed in the soul; it is light and truth, it is infallible. Love is the Christ of God; it is the resurrection and life of every Divine virtue, a fruitful mother of true humility, boundless benevolence, unwearied patience, and bowels of compassion.”

Let us seek above everything to believe that God is love, and as such, longs intensely to fill every heart with its blessedness. As the sun shines upon the earth with the one great object of shedding on it its light and its life, do let us believe that the great God of love is shining upon us every moment of the day. If we will but give Him time and patient waiting, that love will enter our hearts with all its gifts and graces and its unspeakable blessedness. That will make us willing to part utterly with self, and to yield ourselves a continual sacrifice to the God who loves us.

โ€” God’s Best Secrets by Andrew Murray
ใ€Œ 30 August ใ€