“我们曾信…。”（路加福音二十四章21节，直译）
我常常觉得很是难过：往以马尤斯去的两个门徒不对耶稣说：“我们仍信”；却说：“我们曾信。…”可怜，他们以为事情都完了。
他们若说：“似乎每一件事情都使我们失望；似乎我们的信心落了空，但是我们并不放弃；我们相信我们要再见他…”岂不好么？可惜他们并没有这么说，他们站在他旁边，脸上带着愁容，以为主已死了三天；难怪主责备他们说：“无知的人哪…你们的心，信得太迟钝了！”（二十五节）
亲爱的，我们有否相类的情形，受主同样的责备呢？我们宁可放弃任何东西，每一件东西，却不能放弃对主的信心。
让我们不像这两个门徒一样，把我们的信心变成过去式——“我们曾信…”，让我们永远坚持现在式的信心——“我们永信”。——碎锦
But we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel. Not only this, but it is now the third day since these things happened (Luke 24:21).
I have always felt so sorry that in that walk to Emmaus the disciples had not said to Jesus, “We still trust”; instead of “We trusted.” That is so sad—something that is all over.
If they had only said, “Everything is against our hope; it looks as if our trust was vain, but we do not give up; we believe we shall see Him again.” But no, they walked by His side declaring their lost faith, and He had to say to them “O fools, and slow of heart to believe!”
Are we not in the same danger of having these words said to us? We can afford to lose anything and everything if we do not lose our faith in the God of truth and love.
Let us never put our faith, as these disciples did, in a past tense—“We trusted.” But let us ever say, “I am trusting.”
—Crumbs
The soft, sweet summer was warm and glowing,
Bright were the blossoms on every bough:
I trusted Him when the roses were blooming;
I trust Him now…
Small were my faith should it weakly falter
Now that the roses have ceased to blow;
Frail were the trust that now should alter,
Doubting His love when storm clouds grow.
—The Song of a Bird in a Winter Storm
我常常觉得很是难过：往以马尤斯去的两个门徒不对耶稣说：“我们仍信”；却说：“我们曾信。…”可怜，他们以为事情都完了。
他们若说：“似乎每一件事情都使我们失望；似乎我们的信心落了空，但是我们并不放弃；我们相信我们要再见他…”岂不好么？可惜他们并没有这么说，他们站在他旁边，脸上带着愁容，以为主已死了三天；难怪主责备他们说：“无知的人哪…你们的心，信得太迟钝了！”（二十五节）
亲爱的，我们有否相类的情形，受主同样的责备呢？我们宁可放弃任何东西，每一件东西，却不能放弃对主的信心。
让我们不像这两个门徒一样，把我们的信心变成过去式——“我们曾信…”，让我们永远坚持现在式的信心——“我们永信”。——碎锦
But we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel. Not only this, but it is now the third day since these things happened (Luke 24:21).
I have always felt so sorry that in that walk to Emmaus the disciples had not said to Jesus, “We still trust”; instead of “We trusted.” That is so sad—something that is all over.
If they had only said, “Everything is against our hope; it looks as if our trust was vain, but we do not give up; we believe we shall see Him again.” But no, they walked by His side declaring their lost faith, and He had to say to them “O fools, and slow of heart to believe!”
Are we not in the same danger of having these words said to us? We can afford to lose anything and everything if we do not lose our faith in the God of truth and love.
Let us never put our faith, as these disciples did, in a past tense—“We trusted.” But let us ever say, “I am trusting.”
—Crumbs
The soft, sweet summer was warm and glowing,
Bright were the blossoms on every bough:
I trusted Him when the roses were blooming;
I trust Him now…
Small were my faith should it weakly falter
Now that the roses have ceased to blow;
Frail were the trust that now should alter,
Doubting His love when storm clouds grow.
—The Song of a Bird in a Winter Storm