Attacks on Assurance (1) - A Sermon on Ephesians

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  • čas přidán 24. 05. 2017
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    The Christian can struggle with assurance of salvation, feel tormented by past sins, or disbelieve that they could truly be saved. In this sermon focused on Ephesians 6:10-13 titled “Attacks on Assurance (1),” Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones diagnoses the real cause of struggles with assurance. Often the devil causes the Christian to question whether anyone can be sure of their salvation or he makes them feel presumptuous to be so certain of their salvation. The truth is that only the devil makes one look back at sin-Christ makes them look back to His work on the cross. That is where the Christian must place their confidence. God commands His people to be certain of their salvation and to know the truth that they are saved as seen in 1 John 5. Christians are encouraged to not be so busied with the state of their spiritual health that they make themselves ill but instead lay hold of the promise of salvation and rest in Christ.

Komentáře • 6

  • @pgtips4240
    @pgtips4240 Před 8 měsíci +3

    Brilliant word, so encouraging.

  • @patriciafrechiani9309
    @patriciafrechiani9309 Před 7 měsíci +3

    Love that preacher! He bless me more than any other. Thank God for these recordings.

    • @patrickc3419
      @patrickc3419 Před 4 měsíci

      One of my favorite non living pastors/theologians.

  • @aaronbrindle9863
    @aaronbrindle9863 Před 2 lety +6

    Rejoicing doesnt come by looking in- rejoice in the Lord!

  • @cgrant4363
    @cgrant4363 Před 2 lety +10

    ‘Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt
    Our feelings come and go;
    Our best estate is tossed about
    In ceaseless ebb and flow.
    No mood of feeling, form of thought
    Is constant for a day;
    But thou, O Lord, thou changest not:
    The same thou art alway.
    I grasp thy strength, make it mine own,
    My heart with peace is blest;
    I lose my hold, and then comes down
    Darkness, and cold unrest.
    Let me no more my comfort draw
    From my frail hold of thee,
    In this alone rejoice with awe--
    Thy mighty grasp of me.
    Out of that weak, unquiet drift
    That comes but to depart,
    To that pure heaven my spirit lift
    Where thou unchanging art.
    Lay hold of me with thy strong grasp,
    Let thy almighty arm
    In its embrace my weakness clasp,
    And I shall fear no harm.
    Thy purpose of eternal good
    Let me but surely know;
    On this I’ll lean-let changing mood
    And feeling come or go-
    Glad when thy sunshine fills my soul,
    Not lorn when clouds o’ercast,
    Since thou within thy sure control
    Of love dost hold me fast.
    -John Campbell Shairp

    • @jazzman1626
      @jazzman1626 Před rokem

      That’s a terrific poem! Thanks for sharing.