Numbers 11:1 And when the people complained, it
displeased the LORD: and the LORD heard it;
and his anger was kindled; and the fire of the LORD burnt among them, and
consumed them that were in the
uttermost parts of the camp.
Fringe people of
the church. They show up about once a month or so, never contribute much to the
cause of Christ and surely are not integral to the success of the work.
We are told that
judgment must begin at the house of God, and when it does, when the purging
fire falls, it is upon the fringe where most of the damage is done.
In the wake of
this burned over district are lives broken in pieces because there was not
enough faith there to survive the fires. Commitment was lacking, so they did
not weather the purging.
Jesus, keep me
off the fringe. I agree with your servants who have intoned in sacred song:
Jesus, keep me
near the cross, there a precious fountain...
Draw me nearer,
nearer, nearer precious Lord
to thy precious
bleeding side...
Close to thee,
close to thee, close to thee, close to thee,
all along my
pilgrim journey, Saviour let me walk with thee.
Under
His wings, oh, what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus, I’m safe evermore.
There will I hide till life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus, I’m safe evermore.
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