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“To whom belongest thou?” — 1 Samuel 30:13

No neutralities can exist in religion. We are either ranked under the banner of Prince Immanuel, to serve and fight his battles, or we are vassals of the black prince, Satan. “To whom belongest thou?”

Reader, let me assist you in your response. Have you been “born again”? If you have, you belong to Christ, but without the new birth you cannot be his. In whom do you trust? For those who believe in Jesus are the sons of God. Whose work are you doing? You are sure to serve your master, for he whom you serve is thereby owned to be your lord. What company do you keep? If you belong to Jesus, you will fraternize with those who wear the livery of the cross. “Birds of a feather flock together.” What is your conversation? Is it heavenly or is it earthly? What have you learned of your Master?-for servants learn much from their masters to whom they are apprenticed. If you have served your time with Jesus, it will be said of you, as it was of Peter and John, “They took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus.”

We press the question, “To whom belongest thou?” Answer honestly before you give sleep to your eyes. If you are not Christ’s you are in a hard service-Run away from your cruel master! Enter into the service of the Lord of Love, and you shall enjoy a life of blessedness. If you are Christ’s let me advise you to do four things. You belong to Jesus-obey him; let his word be your law; let his wish be your will. You belong to the Beloved, then love him; let your heart embrace him; let your whole soul be filled with him. You belong to the Son of God, then trust him; rest nowhere but on him. You belong to the King of kings, then be decided for him. Thus, without your being branded upon the brow, all will know to whom you belong.

Exodus 2:3 And when she could not longer hide him, she took for him an ark of bulrushes, and daubed it with slime and with pitch, and put the child therein; and she laid it in the flags by the river’s brink. 

As they hid that child, I think about how difficult that would be. Babies cry when they’re hungry, and I can only imagine the horror and fear they must have felt each time he cried. They realized they wouldn’t be able to hide him for much longer. As he grew older, he would start to walk, and soon enough, there would be no controlling him. He would be rolling around, slipping out from under the covers. Before long, he would be walking and wanting to go outside to play with the other children. There was simply no hope of caring for him in their house any longer. She wanted to protect him, but she had done everything she could.

Mothers teach their children as they grow; they instruct them about God. Mothers are particularly equipped for this purpose, uniquely prepared to share tenderly the principles of how God created them, how God loves them, and how they are meant to be. Mothers guide their children on how to obey instructions, follow orders, and respond when called. They instill respect for authority through discipline. Mothers teach how to communicate appropriately and how not to, but there are some lessons that only a mother can impart. They show what true unconditional love looks like. They teach kindness, compassion, and grace. Above all else, mothers protect their children: shielding them from harm, sorrow, and danger.

Moses’s mother reached a point where she could no longer care for him, forcing her to give up her child long before most parents typically face such a choice. Generally, you have 18 years. Parents must relinquish their children, entrusting them to God. You always knew the purpose wasn’t for them to remain with you forever. The goal is for them to grow up, leave home, get married, and start families of their own. Yet, letting go can be challenging because you want to protect them. You wish to keep them close, but they must move on and live their own lives. Nothing can change that. However, Moses’s mother had to part with him when he was only 3 months old because she could do no more to safeguard him. As she crafted that cradle, that ark of bulrushes, no boat was ever cared for as tenderly as that little vessel was. She shaped it and sealed it inside and out to ensure it was watertight. She created a small lid for it, then took it down and placed it in the river. She trusted God to provide what she could no longer offer in protection. She placed him in that ark and set him down in that river, surrounded by some of the fiercest crocodiles on earth. Yet, she had faith that God would look after him, that God would protect him, and He did. 

“Thou shalt be called, Sought out.” —  Isaiah 62:12

The surpassing grace of God is seen very clearly in that we were not only sought, but sought out. Men seek for a thing which is lost upon the floor of the house, but in such a case there is only seeking, not seeking out. The loss is more perplexing and the search more persevering when a thing is sought out. We were mingled with the mire: we were as when some precious piece of gold falls into the sewer, and men gather out and carefully inspect a mass of abominable filth, and continue to stir and rake, and search among the heap until the treasure is found. Or, to use another figure, we were lost in a labyrinth; we wandered hither and thither, and when mercy came after us with the gospel, it did not find us at the first coming, it had to search for us and seek us out; for we as lost sheep were so desperately lost, and had wandered into such a strange country, that it did not seem possible that even the Good Shepherd should track our devious roamings. Glory be to unconquerable grace, we were sought out! No gloom could hide us, no filthiness could conceal us, we were found and brought home. Glory be to infinite love, God the Holy Spirit restored us!

The lives of some of God’s people, if they could be written would fill us with holy astonishment. Strange and marvellous are the ways which God used in their case to find his own. Blessed be his name, he never relinquishes the search until the chosen are sought out effectually. They are not a people sought to-day and cast away to-morrow. Almightiness and wisdom combined will make no failures, they shall be called, “Sought out!” That any should be sought out is matchless grace, but that we should be sought out is grace beyond degree! We can find no reason for it but God’s own sovereign love, and can only lift up our heart in wonder, and praise the Lord that this night we wear the name of “Sought out.”

“Man … is of few days, and full of trouble.” — Job 14:1

It may be of great service to us, before we fall asleep, to remember this mournful fact, for it may lead us to set loose by earthly things. There is nothing very pleasant in the recollection that we are not above the shafts of adversity, but it may humble us and prevent our boasting like the Psalmist in our morning’s portion. “My mountain standeth firm: I shall never be moved.” It may stay us from taking too deep root in this soil from which we are so soon to be transplanted into the heavenly garden. Let us recollect the frail tenure upon which we hold our temporal mercies. If we would remember that all the trees of earth are marked for the woodman’s axe, we should not be so ready to build our nests in them. We should love, but we should love with the love which expects death, and which reckons upon separations. Our dear relations are but loaned to us, and the hour when we must return them to the lender’s hand may be even at the door. The like is certainly true of our worldly goods. Do not riches take to themselves wings and fly away? Our health is equally precarious. Frail flowers of the field, we must not reckon upon blooming for ever. There is a time appointed for weakness and sickness, when we shall have to glorify God by suffering, and not by earnest activity. There is no single point in which we can hope to escape from the sharp arrows of affliction; out of our few days there is not one secure from sorrow. Man’s life is a cask full of bitter wine; he who looks for joy in it had better seek for honey in an ocean of brine. Beloved reader, set not your affections upon things of earth: but seek those things which are above, for here the moth devoureth, and the thief breaketh through, but there all joys are perpetual and eternal. The path of trouble is the way home. Lord, make this thought a pillow for many a weary head!

“It is better to trust in the Lord, than to put confidence in man.” — Psalms 118:8

Doubtless the reader has been tried with the temptation to rely upon the things which are seen, instead of resting alone upon the invisible God. Christians often look to man for help and counsel, and mar the noble simplicity of their reliance upon their God. Does this evening’s portion meet the eye of a child of God anxious about temporals, then would we reason with him awhile. You trust in Jesus, and only in Jesus, for your salvation, then why are you troubled? “Because of my great care.” Is it not written, “Cast thy burden upon the Lord”? “Be careful for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication make known your wants unto God.” Cannot you trust God for temporals? “Ah! I wish I could.” If you cannot trust God for temporals, how dare you trust him for spirituals? Can you trust him for your soul’s redemption, and not rely upon him for a few lesser mercies? Is not God enough for thy need, or is his all-sufficiency too narrow for thy wants? Dost thou want another eye beside that of him who sees every secret thing? Is his heart faint? Is his arm weary? If so, seek another God; but if he be infinite, omnipotent, faithful, true, and all-wise, why gaddest thou abroad so much to seek another confidence? Why dost thou rake the earth to find another foundation, when this is strong enough to bear all the weight which thou canst ever build thereon? Christian, mix not only thy wine with water, do not alloy thy gold of faith with the dross of human confidence. Wait thou only upon God, and let thine expectation be from him. Covet not Jonah’s gourd, but rest in Jonah’s God. Let the sandy foundations of terrestrial trust be the choice of fools, but do thou, like one who foresees the storm, build for thyself an abiding place upon the Rock of Ages.

“Before destruction the heart of man is haughty.” — Proverbs 18:12

It is an old and common saying, that “coming events cast their shadows before them;” the wise man teaches us that a haughty heart is the prophetic prelude of evil. Pride is as safely the sign of destruction as the change of mercury in the weather-glass is the sign of rain; and far more infallibly so than that. When men have ridden the high horse, destruction has always overtaken them. Let David’s aching heart show that there is an eclipse of a man’s glory when he dotes upon his own greatness. 2Sa_24:10. See Nebuchadnezzar, the mighty builder of Babylon, creeping on the earth, devouring grass like oxen, until his nails had grown like bird’s claws, and his hair like eagle’s feathers. Dan_4:33. Pride made the boaster a beast, as once before it made an angel a devil. God hates high looks, and never fails to bring them down. All the arrows of God are aimed at proud hearts. O Christian, is thine heart haughty this evening? For pride can get into the Christian’s heart as well as into the sinner’s; it can delude him into dreaming that he is “rich and increased in goods, and hath need of nothing.” Art thou glorying in thy graces or thy talents? Art thou proud of thyself, that thou hast had holy frames and sweet experiences? Mark thee, reader, there is a destruction coming to thee also. Thy flaunting poppies of self-conceit will be pulled up by the roots, thy mushroom graces will wither in the burning heat, and thy self-sufficiency shall become as straw for the dunghill. If we forget to live at the foot of the cross in deepest lowliness of spirit, God will not forget to make us smart under his rod. A destruction will come to thee, O unduly exalted believer, the destruction of thy joys and of thy comforts, though there can be no destruction of thy soul. Wherefore, “He that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.”

“Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.” —  Psalms 35:3

What does this sweet prayer teach me? It shall be my evening’s petition; but first let it yield me an instructive meditation. The text informs me first of all that David had his doubts; for why should he pray, “Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation,” if he were not sometimes exercised with doubts and fears? Let me, then, be of good cheer, for I am not the only saint who has to complain of weakness of faith. If David doubted, I need not conclude that I am no Christian because I have doubts. The text reminds me that David was not content while he had doubts and fears, but he repaired at once to the mercy-seat to pray for assurance; for he valued it as much fine gold. I too must labour after an abiding sense of my acceptance in the Beloved, and must have no joy when his love is not shed abroad in my soul. When my Bridegroom is gone from me, my soul must and will fast. I learn also that David knew where to obtain full assurance. He went to his God in prayer, crying, “Say unto my soul I am thy salvation.” I must be much alone with God if I would have a clear sense of Jesus’ love. Let my prayers cease, and my eye of faith will grow dim. Much in prayer, much in heaven; slow in prayer, slow in progress. I notice that David would not be satisfied unless his assurance had a divine source. “Say unto my soul.” Lord, do thou say it! Nothing short of a divine testimony in the soul will ever content the true Christian. Moreover, David could not rest unless his assurance had a vivid personality about it. “Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.” Lord, if thou shouldst say this to all the saints, it were nothing, unless thou shouldst say it to me. Lord, I have sinned; I deserve not thy smile; I scarcely dare to ask it; but oh! say to my soul, even to my soul, “I am thy salvation.” Let me have a present, personal, infallible, indisputable sense that I am thine, and that thou art mine.

“They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house.” — Psalms 36:8

Sheba’s queen was amazed at the sumptuousness of Solomon’s table. She lost all heart when she saw the provision of a single day; and she marvelled equally at the company of servants who were feasted at the royal board. But what is this to the hospitalities of the God of grace? Ten thousand thousand of his people are daily fed; hungry and thirsty, they bring large appetites with them to the banquet, but not one of them returns unsatisfied; there is enough for each, enough for all, enough for evermore. Though the host that feed at Jehovah’s table is countless as the stars of heaven, yet each one has his portion of meat. Think how much grace one saint requires, so much that nothing but the Infinite could supply him for one day; and yet the Lord spreads his table, not for one, but many saints, not for one day, but for many years; not for many years only, but for generation after generation. Observe the full feasting spoken of in the text, the guests at mercy’s banquet are satisfied, nay, more “abundantly satisfied;” and that not with ordinary fare, but with fatness, the peculiar fatness of God’s own house; and such feasting is guaranteed by a faithful promise to all those children of men who put their trust under the shadow of Jehovah’s wings. I once thought if I might but get the broken meat at God’s back door of grace I should be satisfied; like the woman who said, “The dogs eat of the crumbs that fall from the master’s table;” but no child of God is ever served with scraps and leavings; like Mephibosheth, they all eat from the king’s own table. In matters of grace, we all have Benjamin’s mess-we all have ten times more than we could have expected, and though our necessities are great, yet are we often amazed at the marvellous plenty of grace which God gives us experimentally to enjoy.

Exo 2:3  And when she could not longer hide him, she took for him an ark of bulrushes, and daubed it with slime and with pitch, and put the child therein; and she laid it in the flags by the river’s brink. 

It was a dangerous time, but Moses was born in a perilous time for babies because Pharaoh had determined to control the population of Israel. Exo 1:15  And the king of Egypt spake to the Hebrew midwives, of which the name of the one was Shiphrah, and the name of the other Puah: Exo 1:16  And he said When ye do the office of a midwife to the Hebrew women, and see them upon the stools; if it be a son, then ye shall kill him: but if it be a daughter, then she shall live. 

Pharaoh said, “All right, so the hard labor and the taskmasters aren’t accomplishing the goal. They continue to grow in population. So what we’re going to do is we’re going to kill all the male children, and we’re going to diminish their population that way.” The instructions to the midwives were to kill the children, to murder them at birth, the male babies at their birth. But in Exo 1:17, the midwives feared God and did not do as the king of Egypt commanded them but saved the men’s children alive. The Bible tells us that the midwives feared God and did not do as the king of Egypt commanded them, but saved the male children alive. 

They refused because they feared God more than they feared man. They said, “No, we’re not going to do that.” The midwives went about their jobs and continued to serve the women of Israel, but they disobeyed the orders. When they were asked about it, they lied to protect the lives of the children. So, the king issued a second order. Exo 1:22  And Pharaoh charged all his people, saying, Every son that is born ye shall cast into the river, and every daughter ye shall save alive.

Pharaoh sent out a second decree. That decree stated that every Egyptian who saw a male child—a newborn below a certain age—was instructed and given license to rip that child away from his mother and father and throw it into the Nile River, where it would drown and become food for the crocodiles that lived in the river. 

Moses was born at a time when his life was in great danger for no other reason than that he was a baby, a gift from God to this godly couple. We noticed the faith of the parents of Moses. They were faced with a choice: to not have any more children or to continue having children and take the risks that would come with that. They chose instead to grow their family and allow God to protect them. In Hebrews chapter 11, verse 23, their names are not mentioned, but Moses’ parents made it into the Hall of Faith. It says, “By faith, Moses, when he was born, was hid by his parents for three months because they saw he was a proper child, and they were not afraid of the king’s commandments.” They knew what the order was, yet they had Moses anyway. When he was born, they hid him for three months. It says here that they did not fear; they were not afraid of the king’s commandments. This was listed as a point of faith. They believed God was greater than Pharaoh; they believed that God could take care of their child and them, no matter what happened. They believed that God could do it.

Exo 2:1  And there went a man of the house of Levi, and took to wife a daughter of Levi. 

Exo 2:2  And the woman conceived, and bare a son: and when she saw him that he was a goodly child, she hid him three months. 

We can be absolutely sure that none of us would be here without our mothers. They contribute tremendously to our lives. Of course, we have typical expectations of them. Our mothers nurture us, give us life, love us without condition, work for our well-being, and aim to keep us safe. However, based on the child and the situation, they also occasionally take unusual actions. I reflect on the odd things my parents had to do for me that their own parents didn’t face. I recall the times they had to extract cactus spines from my backside because I sat on a cactus while growing up in Aruba. There were several occasions when I stepped on it since I rarely wore shoes around the house. I’m truly grateful that my mother and father were willing to do those peculiar tasks. 

Moses’ parents were hardworking and honest individuals who loved God. His father, from the tribe of Levi, married a wonderful woman, and together they had three children. Their eldest, Miriam, was old enough to help care for her siblings when Moses was born. A few years later, Aaron arrived, just a little before Moses. 

In Verse 2, it is mentioned that the woman gave birth to a beautiful son. For three months, she kept him hidden. Despite living in bondage and slavery, they found joy in their small home. They had children they cherished, and now they welcomed another. The Bible describes him as a lovely child; he was an adorable baby. 

We all love babies, the anticipation of their arrival is thrilling. You can’t wait to see their tiny faces when they are born. And while we all know that not every baby is cute—something we may hesitate to admit. However, to their parents, every child is beautiful, bringing joy into the home. All babies are precious because they are creations of God. Made in God’s image, they hold a special significance. Children are truly a gift from the Lord to their parents, a unique blessing that can only be experienced through parenthood. 

Raising children carries a deep responsibility, particularly in teaching them about God and guiding them to lead a righteous life as instructed by Him. As Believers, we are called to direct our children toward the right path. This includes informing them who God is, explaining the word of God, and demonstrating what it means to fully trust in Him. Such teachings must be actively displayed in our own lives before our children; we can’t merely instruct them without living by those principles ourselves. If we fail to embody these values, our words will lack credibility in their eyes. 

Deuteronomy 6:4-7 “Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God is one LORD: And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might. And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.”