These words dropped with some sweet power into my soul a few days ago and have remained a source of meditation which we will bring before you for a few moments this morning. God’s servant, Moses, was at the end of his long pilgrimage. Forty years he had spent in the court of Pharaoh, and all the luxury and education that he had received there was a notable part of his life. But, when he came to years, we are told that he “refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter,” even though godly scholars tell us he could have been the next Pharaoh. Moses refused all that, and rather chose to join himself to his dear brethren in the flesh, who at that…

Some of you might think that this is an unseasonable word, as it is usually another day we set apart towards the end of the year to remember this sacred, solemn event of which our text is speaking. But you would be very wrong to think that, because this is a word for every day of the year; every season of the year. Our thoughts should never be far removed from what we have here. For, while we recognise that we are sinners, those who are taught by the Holy Spirit will be thankful that there is the precious name of Jesus to plead every day, whatever the season may be.

What a paradox is real religion! One moment, in perhaps one of the strongest evidences of faith the world has witnessed, from a poor sinner upheld by grace; Peter walks on the water. Then, but a few steps later, there he is, his faith almost gone, spark out. It hadn’t gone completely, as Christ was in possession of it. But, what a change from one moment to another! And this maybe something which perplexes some of you here this Sabbath morning. You want a constant faith. You want a solid faith, and you want a faith that continually feels and enjoys the sweet presence of the Saviour. This is a good desire. But don’t be surprised if you find there are degrees of faith in…

In turning to this part of God’s Holy Word, we often focus mostly on Naaman and the way godly Elisha dealt with that proud man, and, under God’s teaching, brought him to be a humble suppliant. But very little is said about the little maid. I want, with God’s help just for a few moments this evening, to bring before you the character of the faith of this little maid; the little girl in this chapter. These characters are left on record, though so little is known about them, to teach us and to be instructive to us that we might learn some gracious lessons from them, especially from the faith that this little maid had.

The first two chapters in the Epistle of Paul to the Hebrews lay the foundation for all that the Apostle has to say later on in this most remarkable part of God’s Holy Word. Chapter 1 tells us, without a shadow of a doubt, that the Lord Jesus Christ is the Son of God. More than that, it tells us something even greater. If I may just put it like this: those of us who live in Chippenham and walk down the High Street will often see a little band of people on the river bridge with various tracts.

Throughout the Old Testament, the gospel of the grace of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, was proclaimed in many prophetic ways. In the Book of Isaiah, especially, we have many precious prophecies. Isaiah 53, for example, very clearly sets before us the suffering Saviour. But also, in some of the mighty miracles of which we read in other parts of the Old Testament, there was a gospel preached. And those that had eyes to see, ears to hear and hearts to receive, could see the day of Christ that was yet to come.