My soul be on thy guard

What a privilege and joy it was to spend another day in God's house to worship God and have fellowship with friends on Sunday. It was a great day and I look forward to Sunday every week. We always go to bed early on Saturday and prepare ourselves for the Lord's Day - the day that commemorates the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. So it is a day of celebration, worship, fellowship, listening and sharing the word. The Bible tells us,

 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another and all the more as you see the Day approaching.

We began the day with our Adult Bible Class which I have been given the privilege to conduct. We are still on the Book of Judges and this morning came to Chapter 18 - "The tribe of Dan adopted Micah's idolatry."

The story of the Danites is a sad story. In Revelation 7 we notice the tribe of Dan was omitted in the list of the 'sealed'  - all because of disobedience and idolatry.

How easy it is for us to allow so called 'harmless habits' to control our lives. We adopt the world system of values instead of seeking God's will for our lives. 'Each person did what he saw fit' - a verse repeated so many times in the Book of Judges.

There was failure of the Levites (the clergy); there was failure of the people to support the Levites. Where there is no prophetic voice to proclaim and clarify the truth calling us to accountability, the result is heresy.

In our study, we notice no one desired to worship God instead they wanted just to use God for their selfish ends.

Lord, help us to be vigilant - to watch and pray lest we enter into temptation.

My soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise, And hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. Oh, watch, and fight, and pray, The battle ne’er give o’er, Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. Ne’er think the vict’ry won, Nor once at ease sit down; Thine arduous work will not be done Till thou hast got the crown. Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He’ll take thee at thy parting breath Up to His blest abode.