Saturday, 27 October 2018

Andrew Davies, Llantarnam

I am grateful for the opportunity to remember the mercies of God in my past, to reflect on His goodness in the present, and to rejoice at the glorious future He has promised. My desire is to live every day by faith in the Son of God who loved me and gave Himself for me. I want to become more like Him. And I look forward to the day when, with all believers, I shall see Him face to face.

It is almost impossible to highlight specific verses because the entire Bible has been my inspiration and strength over the years. Similarly, there are so many people I would love to meet on the island.  And the hymn books contain such a rich tapestry of truth that I am disappointed not to be able to take them. But as I am under orders I will have a go!

Which verses would you take to the desert island?

Come to Me, all you who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28

I had been labouring to find happiness and to know God for myself but had become heavy laden with failure. It was all about me. Then a sermon of my father’s on the hypocrisy of Ananias and Sapphira shook me to the core and shattered my pretence. The simplicity and directness of the Saviour’s invitation came home to me with great sweetness. I realised that the promise of rest was not found in faith as such but in His Person. It is all about Him! He is the rest! At great cost to Him the gift to me was free! So, believing His word, I came to Him one Saturday evening in my bedroom and asked Him to receive me. The following day at the end of the evening service in the “second meeting” I publicly acknowledged Him by raising my hand. An elderly saint and elder shouted “Hallelujah”, and my father, the pastor, said, “I can shout it louder than you, Harry!”

This is a faithful saying and worthy of all acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am chief. 1 Timothy 1:15

Archibald Alexander, of Princeton, a minister for 60 years and a Professor of Divinity for 40 years, died on October 22, 1851. As he lay dying, a friend heard him quote this verse and whisper: “All my theology is reduced now to this narrow compass”. To which I can say a resounding, “Amen”. 
Archibald Alexander
 The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace. Numbers 6:24-26

I have quoted this verse at every wedding I have conducted in 53 years of Christian ministry and it has never ceased to move me. How wonderfully gracious God is to unworthy sinners! What is greater than to know His ever-smiling face and to serve the cause of such a Friend?

I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord. Psalm 118:17

On February 25th, 1981, I was in the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital, London, awaiting major spinal surgery the following day. Pam, my wife, had left, and I was on my own, feeling very nervous. I read the four passages of Scripture scheduled for that day (a practice I have followed over the years). One of them was this verse, it stood out like a beacon and the room filled with a sense of the presence and peace of God. It was a very special moment in my life.
There are several lessons I have learned from that evening. The first is the importance of the daily discipline of reading God’s Word. This is how God speaks to us and if we close our Bibles we cut ourselves off from the source of our strength. Secondly, it is the truth that must govern our emotions. My feelings might have got the better of me had I allowed them. But the Word of God straightens out and controls our thinking. Thirdly, the Lord surprises us with joy. I had not anticipated the fact that each chapter I read that evening would exactly suit my circumstances, especially Psalm 118. Nor had I expected the room to fill up with His presence. But it did.  Fourthly, my calling in life was to declare the wonderful works of God, of which His triumph over sin, death and hell in the Cross and Resurrection is the greatest work of all.
                                                             
How shall we escape if we neglect so great a salvation? Hebrews 2:3

On Sunday morning, March 1st, 1981, just three days after surgery, I listened to a sermon on tape, preached on this verse by Dr Martyn Lloyd Jones. He spoke movingly of the great Author of our salvation, the great cost, and the great glory to come. A few hours later Pam came in to visit me and said, “the Doctor died this morning”.  I had just heard him speak of the glory; now he was there! “Glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land”.

Who would you like to find on the island?

I would like to ask Paul lots of questions, including whether he wrote the Epistle to the Hebrews! I am sure Martin Luther would be great company. John Calvin and Jonathan Edwards would certainly stretch and deepen my understanding. My brother Wynford and I would resume our many fishing trips. But as I am allowed to meet only one person it would have to be my father. His direct, powerful, evangelistic preaching; his personal encouragement and love; the roundedness and godliness of his life have been the major influences, under God, for my life. As a boy I would sometimes go into his study (not an office!) and find him on his knees, weeping before God for lost souls, mine included. He never turned me away; he was never too busy to see me, just like my heavenly Father. I should like to see him again. Thank God, one day, I will. And it won’t be on a desert island!

Which song would you take?

Thankfully, many hymns and songs remain in my memory. But when mind and memory begin to fail I would read over and over again John Newton’s matchless hymn. Hopefully, I might still be able to sing it. In tune!

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast.
‘Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Dear name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place,
My never-failing treasury filled
With boundless stores of grace.

Jesus! My Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.

Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death!

John Newton, 1725-1807

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