February 21, 2013
I’m not really a fan of blogs. Am I allowed to say that on a blog? Yes I am, and that’s the problem with blogs! I can say anything, and most of the time I don’t have much to say, and what I do have is certainly not worth reading.
Perhaps the other problem with blogs is that most of the people who should write them don’t or can’t.
That is the case with Samuel Rutherford. Praise the Lord that blogs weren’t invented in the 17th century! But letters were and the letters that Rutherford wrote are (I think) some of the most marvelous ever written. Do yourself a favour sometime and get a copy of The Letters of Samuel Rutherford out of the library, make a cup of tea, find a comfy chair and spend a few hours slowly reading the words of a man who really understood, believed and pinned his life upon the truth of God’s sovereignty.
I’m not the only fan of Samuel Rutherford of course. Another fan is Faith Cook and she has taken many of Rutherford’s letters, which almost read like poetry in the first place, and put them in poetic form.
Here is one.
Rutherford once wrote to a friend called John Kennedy who had recently miraculously been saved from an accident at sea that should have killed him. In typical Rutherford style he took the opportunity to write and teach Kennedy from his experience.
But entry was denied—the door was locked
For Christ who holds the key of death
Bade you return, restored your breath,
Your life He kindly spared,
For He who reads the heart, knew well
The armour of your soul was unprepared
To foil the Prince of hell.
Now in the strength of Jesus rise with haste,
Your eager course fulfill with joy, nor waste
The lingering hours of time’s short day;
For evening falls and beckons you away
To stand before the gate.
And then, die well, for life’s last tide
Must swiftly ebb and will for no man wait
One moment more beside.
Die well, and Christ the Master of the grave
Will pilot you through death’s impetuous wave;
He knows the rocks, the shifting sand,
The proud winds bow before His least command.
It is but once we die,
And none returns to try again;
Then well prepare, till you with joy reply.
‘For me to die is gain’.
(Taken from Rutherford’s Letter 22)
Dimitri (Dim for short) and his wife, Gayles, moved to the U.S. from England in 2011 to pursue a Master of Divinity degree from Gordon-Conwell. He grew up in a little town in England called Sevenoaks and completed his undergraduate degree in Automobile Design at the University of Coventry. Upon graduation, Dim spent some time as a ski instructor, a church intern and an assistant pastor. When he’s not pretending to study, he’s usually dreaming about skiing.
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