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Tears, Then Joyful Harvest
October 18
by
Charles Haddon Spurgeon

"They that sow in tears shall reap in joy" (Psalm 126:5).

Weeping times are suitable for sowing: we do not want the ground to be too dry. Seed steeped in the tears of earnest anxiety will come up all the sooner. The salt of prayerful tears will give the good seed a flavor which will preserve it from the worm: truth spoken in awful earnestness has a double life about it. Instead of stopping our sowing because of our weeping, let us redouble our efforts because the season is so propitious.

Our heavenly seed could not fitly be sown laughing. Deep sorrow and concern for the souls of others are a far more fit accompaniment of godly teaching than anything like levity. We have heard of men who went to war with a light heart, but they were beaten; and it is mostly so with those who sow in the same style.

Come, then, my heart, sow on in thy weeping, for thou has the promise of a joyful harvest. Thou shalt reap. Thou, thyself, shalt see some results of thy labor. This shall come to thee in so large a measure as to give thee joy, which a poor, withered, and scanty harvest would not do. When thine eyes are dim with silver tears, think of the golden corn. Bear cheerfully the present toil and disappointment; for the harvest day will fully recompense thee.

Race Pack Collection
Date: 16 – 18 October (Friday to Sunday)
Time: 10.00am – 7.00pm (Doors close at 7.00pm sharp)
Venue: Singapore Flyer, Unit #01-09, 30 Raffles Avenue, Singapore 039803

*click here for larger map*

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it
Mount of Thy unchanging love

Here I raise my Ebenezer
Here there by Thy great help I've come
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be
Let that grace now, like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above

Registration for the Nike+ Human Race 10km is open. Check out the details below and sign up now!

Date: 24 Oct 2009
Race Duration: 7.30am – 11am
Venue: Singapore’s scenic route. Details to be announced soon.
Entry Fee: S$20 (24 years old & below)
S$35 (25 years old & above)


And here’s some encouragement for those running in the Nike+ Human Race 10km:

All runners get a Nike race t-shirt with a pre-printed number bib.
Every Nike+ Human Race 10km finisher will receive a special finisher’s bracelet.
Look forward to an exclusive music concert featuring Thaitanium (Thailand), Composition B (Singapore), Estranged (Malaysia) and more from the region after the race.
Starting 10 Sept 2009, the 1st 1000 who buy the Nike+ SportBand 2.0 will get to register for FREE for the Nike+ Human Race 10km.
Please visit the following Nike stores for detail:

+ Nike Wisma Atria
+ Nike VivoCity
+ Nike Suntec City Mall
+ Nike Paragon
+ Nike Wheelock
+Nike Orchard Central
+ Nike Velocity

Look out for a host of other goodies at the race.

register here.

Today's Slice: What If God Knew Your Name? by Jill Carattini

"..But there was always one verse in this psalm I unconsciously ignored. Speaking personally of God's omniscience in his own life, David sang, "Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain" (139:6). There are many reasons in life that one might instinctively attempt to run from God. Often times, the thought of remaining in the presence of a holy God who knows your name is far too much to bear. David knew the terror of being caught in sin and called out by name. But he also knew the beautiful mystery of being in the presence of one who would never stop calling his name, though he made his bed in the depths or settled on the far side of the sea... "