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Day 7 - Sabbath (Saturday) | Daily Devotions | Morning and Evening Reading: Connect the Testaments | My Utmost for His Highest | Thoughts for the Quiet Hour |

  Morning, May 17 : Go To Evening Reading “So to walk even as he walked.” —1 John 2:6 Why should Christians imitate Christ? They should do it for their own sakes . If they desire to be in a healthy state of soul—if they would escape the sickness of sin, and enjoy the vigour of growing grace, let Jesus be their model. For their own happiness’ sake, if they would drink wine on the lees, well refined; if they would enjoy holy and happy communion with Jesus; if they would be lifted up above the cares and troubles of this world, let them walk even as he walked. There is nothing that can so assist you in walking towards heaven with good speed as the image of Jesus on your heart to guide all your actions. It is when, by the power of the Holy Spirit, you are enabled to walk with Jesus in his very footsteps, that you are most happy, and most known to be the sons of God. Peter afar off is both unsafe and uneasy. Next, for religion’s sake , strive to be like Jesus. Ah! Poor religion, tho...

Day 6 - Friday | Daily Devotions | Morning and Evening Reading: Connect the Testaments | My Utmost for His Highest | Thoughts for the Quiet Hour |

  Morning, May 16 : Go To Evening Reading “Who giveth us richly all things to enjoy.” —1 Timothy 6:17 Our Lord Jesus is ever giving, and does not for a solitary instant withdraw his hand. As long as there is a vessel of grace not yet full to the brim, the oil shall not be stayed. He is a sun ever-shining; he is manna always falling round the camp; he is a rock in the desert, ever sending out streams of life from his smitten side; the rain of his grace is constantly dropping; the river of his bounty is ever-flowing, and the well-spring of his love is continually overflowing. As the King can never die, so his grace can never fail. Daily we pluck his fruit, and daily his branches bend down to our hand with a fresh store of mercy. There are seven feast-days in his weeks, and as many as are the days, so many are the banquets in his years. Who has ever returned from his door unblessed? Who has ever risen from his table unsatisfied, or from his bosom unemparadised? His mercies are ne...