Under the Law the high priest could only come before God one day each year and only with the blood of an innocent sacrifice.
When Jesus died on the cross, He satisfied the just demands of Almighty God. Now, the throne of God is not a throne of judgment; it’s a throne of grace.
The saints of God can approach the Lord at anytime to seek His help.
Heb. 4:15-16. For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. . . . . Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.
The way to God has been opened and we can come to Him anytime for the mercy, grace and help we need, Matt. 11:28; 1 Pet. 5:7.
Do you ever need help? Do you ever face trials that threaten to overwhelm you?
We have a Great High Priest. He is Superior in every way. He is Sympathetic in every need. He is our Sanctuary in every trial. Come boldly to His throne.
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- “Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! — That calls me from a world of care, — And bids me at my Father’s throne — Make all my wants and wishes known. — In seasons of distress and grief, — My soul has often found relief, — And oft escaped the tempter’s snare, — By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
- “Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! — The joys I feel, the bliss I share, — Of those whose anxious spirits burn — With strong desires for thy return! — With such I hasten to the place — Where God my Savior shows His face, — And gladly take my station there, — And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
- “Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! — Thy wings shall my petition bear — To Him whose truth and faithfulness — Engage the waiting soul to bless. — And since He bids me seek His face, — Believe His Word and trust His grace, — I’ll cast on Him my every care, — And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
- “Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer. —- May I thy consolation share, — Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height, — I view my home and take my flight. — This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise — To seize the everlasting prize, — And shout, while passing through the air,
“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer.” - William W. Walford
Ideas for this unprofitable blog a taken from The Sermon Notebook—Biblical resources for preachers and teachers of the word of God. They allow these sermons to be used as the Lord leads but not for profit.
