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nobody loves me like you Love me Jesus

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யாரும் என்னை நேசிக்கவில்லை

Ultimo aggiornamento 2021-05-17
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she loves me and ilove my mother very much

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அவள் என்னை நேசிக்கிறாள், என் அம்மாவை மிகவும் வலுவாக்குகிறாள்

Ultimo aggiornamento 2017-07-25
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I pray I marry into a family that loves me as much as I love their son

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Ultimo aggiornamento 2021-04-29
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U love me are not

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Ultimo aggiornamento 2020-07-29
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I love you if you love me

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நீங்கள் விரும்புவதை நீங்கள் விரும்பும்போது உங்களிடம் உள்ள அனைத்தையும் வைத்திருக்கிறீர்கள

Ultimo aggiornamento 2020-10-26
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Tell me if you love me

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என்னை காதலிக்கிறாயா சொல்

Ultimo aggiornamento 2020-09-08
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You will also love me like I do

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நீ என்னை விரு

Ultimo aggiornamento 2019-01-26
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you don't love me anymore

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நீ இனிமேல் என்னை காதலிக்கவில்லை

Ultimo aggiornamento 2018-05-25
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I just want to know....do you still love me or not

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I just want to know..do you still love me or not

Ultimo aggiornamento 2021-02-23
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I just want to know....do you still love me or not

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Ultimo aggiornamento 2021-02-23
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I may have lost someone who didn't love me but you lost someone who truly loved you

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என்னை நேசிக்காத ஒருவரை நான் இழந்தேன்

Ultimo aggiornamento 2021-06-13
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my life's biggest security is not just in loving you, but in knowing that you will always be there to love me back no matter what, I love you baby

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Ultimo aggiornamento 2020-07-11
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Desi Tales Popular Stories Erotica Sex Secrets Submit Story Sex cams My Sex Queen – My Dear Mom VishalT 2020-10-08 Comments 162 1125 Episode 1: My introduction to the world of incest Hello everyone, my name is Vishal, aged 21 years, from Mysore. I’m pursuing engineering from a local college. I can say I’m pretty good in studies, though casual in attitude. My daily routine is to go to college, get back and roam with friends and that’s it nowadays. Life is going along smoothly. My physical specifications are as follows: I’m quite tall, around 5′ 9″ having quite a healthy body and my dick size is around 7 inches when erect. This story is a must for all of you and especially for guys like me, who are very much interested in sexual relationships with anyone who has an age difference and is more mature than you are. This is my FIRST writing assignment, so kindly bear with me. Now I’ll introduce my family which consists of me, my mom, dad, grandfather, and my little brother who goes to school. My dad who is around 55 years of age, runs an electronics store that has sales and services of electronic products. My grandfather is quite old and is around 80 years but he’s still a strong person and can walk and work independently. We are basically a traditional family, my parents and grandfather do a lot of worships and poojas and I can say our financial condition is good as dad’s business runs quite well. Now coming to the lead character of my life, whom I believe is my sex goddess and my sex queen. I’m her sex slave, she is my lovely and dearest mom. She is the love of my life and I think that I can do anything to submit myself to her as a sex slave. She’s a very traditional lady and very innocent. All she does is care for her family and nothing else. She just can’t take anything bad in her family and she loves all her family more than anything, especially me. She loves me like anything and has never scolded or beaten me in my whole life till now. I think she loves me more than my dad and the same goes from my side too as I reciprocate the same amount of love that she showers on me. I used to share anything and everything that happens in my life with her, each and everything that’s how much we love each other. Now coming to mom’s physical description, she’s tall and has a good amount of fleshy fat wherever it is required on her body, giving her a perfect shape which makes me feel like calling her a sex goddess. She’s 5′ 7″ in height and her figure is 38-D breasts, 36 waist, and 42 hips. She has a wheatish complexion, with attractive eyes, juicy lips, voluptuous boobs, deep navel. You can say she has an hourglass-shaped figure considering her waist and hips. These include her humungous hips, thunderous thighs, sexy feet, and the sexiest glory holes in front and back which are the honey pots of mom. These taste like honey and the erotically exotic aroma of her armpits, adds fuel to my fire. She looks similar to Shweta Menon, (Malayalam actress). My mom’s name is Poornima – my sex Queen. She mostly wears sarees even at home and very rarely salwar- suit when going outside and rarely nightie at home. The cotton and fancy sarees that she wears are a bit transparent and half sleeves blouses which are front hooked and bra of 38-D and V-shaped panties. What a good collection of bras, panties, and sarees she has! There are also a few padded bras for occasions. Normally she wears her saree below the navel and has deep neck blouses which are always a bit tight for her huge melons. Her boobs and hips are so soft, spongy, and huge that they create periodic oscillations of bouncing whenever she walks around. This makes my dick rock hard and keeps me in a state of arousal. When I am aroused, I feel like to jump on her and bang her right there. Her daily routine is to wake up early in the morning at around 5:30 am and clean all around the home, prepare breakfast for us all. My little bro goes to school at 7:30 am and dad leaves for work at 9:30. My grandfather goes for his walks at 6 am and has breakfast after coming back and then goes to his room. He generally takes rest there. I go to college at 11 am and come back in the evening around 5 pm. My brother comes back from school in the afternoon and dad comes back at 9 pm. We live in a 3 BHK home, where one room is for my brother and me, one for my mom and dad and the other is for my grandfather. We usually sleep at around 11 pm. This is the daily routine of our family. Now, time to begin my story. It all actually started when I completed my 12th std. When I was younger, my mother used to change her clothes in front of me. She never used to sense my presence when I was a young kid. This was because I was obviously innocent. I was very close to her and often spent time in her room. She even used to bathe me when she took a bath herself. Often she used to ask me to unhook her bra when she couldn’t reach behind her back. I did this until I was about ten. She never asked me to leave if she had to change, and I used to just go about my business as well, never feeling as if I had to leave or look away. But, when I started growing she made me change that habit, and then I never saw her again changing before me or bathing with me or naked as I started growing into a young boy. I too began to understand why she’s not letting me watch her changing or accompany her while bathing. I even understood why she’s not asking me to help her to unhook her bra and blouses. It’s all because I started growing and I too didn’t think much of it at that time and years went by, neither did I bother or ever think about all this a single time. But I now know that it’s all because of traditional barriers we have within ourselves and in our society which makes a mom and son be just mom and son. It makes them forget that they both are humans first and more importantly that they are men and women. As per the natural law of the universe, there will be an attraction between a man and a woman even if it is a mom and her son. Each has opposite genitals and these will have an attraction towards each other. That is nature’s way of bonding between a man and a woman, but tradition hinders the thought that sex is the basic key of continuity of humanity. Nature never makes differentiation, it just needs a man and a woman to procreate and this is also applicable for a mom and her son. This is the reason why I say incest is just normal. It’s nothing bad and it’s the purest form of love and ecstasy that’s why I feel mom-son sex is just a mutual relationship of enjoyment and happiness. I didn’t know all this at a young age, in fact, I didn’t even know there can be a sexual relationship between mom and son until I completed my 12th std. So here we get back to the story. I completed my 12th std. and was waiting for the results of the entrance exam so that I could get into engineering as I didn’t have any interest in medicine. So during this vacation, I used to enjoy and roam around the city with my friends and used to do much naughty stuff during these days. In the afternoons and at nights we used to watch porn or masala movies in any of my friend’s homes secretly in their rooms. It’s all had become so normal. One day it so happened that we came across a mom-son porn clip and at least for me, I was seeing such a clip for the first time. I felt a bit awkward and resisted watching mom-son themed clips. But after a long discussion between my friends and me, I decided to look it as they convinced me that it’s just a porn clip and the porn stars who are in the video might not be related to each other. This may have been true, but the title of the video never went away from my mind. It got implanted like a virus in my thoughts and there started a bundle of questions in mind about it. It started a new curiosity in me and I started to think of it all day and night and finally, I decided to explore it over the internet whether it really exists or it was just a lie. On googling ‘mom-son sex’, for the first time I came across the word incest. Upon some deep searching, I came to know it really exists in our society but it was not so openly spoken about and its popularity was shrouded because of traditional barriers. Day by day I started to know about different incest relationships like mom-son, bro-sis, dad-daughter, and all. It became routine for me to just think about the mom-son relationship as I didn’t have a sister. Then one fine day while exploring the internet, I landed into this very popular site Indiansexstories.net and saw that it too had an incest section that generated curiosity within me about a mom-son relationship. I started to find all the mom-son sex stories very interesting and sexy. Without any idea to myself, I started imagining me and my mom in those stories. Without delving deep into the cause, I started getting aroused and my dick started getting hard by the thought of me and my mom. This made me recall all those moments which are so precious, where I used to freely enjoy with mom and watch her change and bathe with her. Besides all those nude moments with mom while I was young. All those moments started to flash before my eyes and I started to feel that sexual feeling for mom which a normal man feels for a female and my dick became rock hard and my hand went and gripped my dick. I unknowingly started masturbating and started doing it rigorously. After many strokes, my semen pumped out so forcefully that I had never experienced such feeling and release of stress before. This made me completely exhausted and I fell back on my bed. As a common symptom after ejaculation, I too started to feel numb. I also started to feel guilty about what I did thinking about my mom. I slapped myself several times and cried, feeling very bad that night and slept. But deep down in my heart, I was also seriously telling myself that it was the best ejaculation I ever had. I decided not to do this again. But as all of you know, if a young man becomes an incestualized son then there’s no way back from such a relationship. So this is a brief introduction to my family and my queen, my mom. I have described how it all started with me. Stay tuned to know what happened next. This is a series of stories that involve me and my mom. Read how I learned about incest, how I convinced my mum, and the difficulties I faced convincing mom. There are various different situations in life. I and mom enjoyed our sex life, romancing, and everything about me and mom. The actual story begins in the next episode please stay tuned For suggestions and to contact, ping me at unofficialvish22@gmail.com What did you think of this story?? 162 1125 Click the links to read more stories from the category Incest or similar stories about busty boobs, indian incest sex, mom-son, sex goddess You may also like these sex stories Spicing Up Sex Life Of A Marathi Couple Group Sex Adventure With Aunty And Uncle My First Sex With Virgin Classmate Priya Hot English Teacher Fucked At Her House Mesmerizing Sexual Voyage With Mom's Hot Friend Bangalore Visit Of Hot Kusuma Mami With Hubby Comments Sex Story Categories Best Erotic Stories Work With Us! Privacy Policy Cookie Policy Contact Us About Us IPE Blog © 2002 - 2021 Desi Tales.

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Ultimo aggiornamento 2021-01-06
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was me and him in his room last night. We stood staring at each other for a while; I was scared to death by that weird look he has in his eyes. "Well... it is the night of our marriage, you know?" he said with a retarded grin, and I know what he means. He took a step closer, I took a step back. Another step closer and another step back... until the back of my knees felt the edges of the bed which was ever so conveniently located behind me. Our chests are now only a few inches apart from each other. I looked down on my foot, refusing to meet his gaze. I was wearing a silk dress that night and it has a ribbon over the chest to tie the dress into place. He took the end of the ribbon and pulled it apart – and it has certainly taken me by surprise. I was so startled I fell on the bed, with my hands hugging my dress so that it wouldn't fall. Smoothly he went on to the bed – as in – positioned himself over my legs and leaned down to kiss me. I was embarrassed, I was mad, my heart was racing so fast I was as red as a tomato and I closed my eyes and shrieked and started to cry. Then I heard him apologizing profusely. He leaped off me and held out his hands, palms facing me. "I'm sorry – I didn't mean to scare you – I'm sor- " By then I started to sob while lying on the bed. And he went about the room looking for a tissue, he found a box on the end table and took out a bunch of tissue papers and held it out to me. I brought myself up in a sitting position, still sobbing. A hand clasped to my mouth. He was speechless now, and the only words that he managed was, "Please stop crying", with an expression so guilty it was almost comical, "I can't handle crying girls, so please stop". Finally I raised my eyes and looked directly into his as the last drop of tear trailed down my cheeks. He awkwardly put the tissues back on the table and kneeled down in front of me and re-tied the ribbon over my chest (which, for some reason I let him do when I lifted my hand to make way). He took my free hand into his and tucked a strain of my hair behind the right ear. There was a moment of silence as we stared into each other's eyes before he spoke up, "I was carried away just now," and laugh an embarrassed laugh. "You see... to tell you the truth, I have been in love with you for a while now. Before I was brave enough to confess, this happens. So it was too good to be true for me... that I felt like you're mine now. But I forgot that your feelings might not be the same for me. "But I'll tell you what. It would really be wonderful if this marriage would last, despite what it is, because I do not lie about loving you. I love you so much I would die for you, like you'd for your friends." Our eyes were still with each other a moment later. I was so shocked by his confession, I forgot to blink. Then I felt bad myself. This marriage had saved my family from debt. I was mad that I was sold like that, but if his family hadn't willing to accept me, me and the rest of my family would've rot in some unknown swamp bed, never to be seen in public again. The loan sharks were vicious. He saved me from the misery that had plagued my family for years. "No," I finally spoke up, "I'm being unfair to you like this... your family has helped us and I am being... like this, to you – ". " I don't want you to take this marriage like some sort of a business," he said with a serious look, "I don't want you to pretend to be a filial wife because we gave you that money. "I will wait, I will wait until you love me for me, even if it takes forever – even if I have to stay a virgin until my beard grows white or – or until Robert graduates high school." Robert was his – our – nephew. And he's like, 5 weeks old. I burst out laughing, "Wow, that's a long time – and you don't even have a beard". He put on a smirk and grabbed his chin, "I will be, I hope you don't mind – no – even if you do, I'm still going to grow one." We laughed together and when we caught each other's eyes again, he threw his to the floor. He said, "I like it when you smile," and looked up, "I've always been stealing glances at you in history. It was my favourite class. Because we laugh a lot in that class – you smiled a lot" "Glances, really? You were practically gawking" "You knew?!" and he turned red, flustered. I shook my head and smiled and looked down on to my lap, where my hand rests in his. "Kiss me," I said. He looked up, befuddled. I rolled my eyes, slipped down from bed and onto him. He fell back from his kneeling position, and pressed the floor with his hands to support his upper body. I placed myself on his pelvis and leaned towards him. And our lips finally met for the first time.

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Ultimo aggiornamento 2020-09-14
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WORSHIP The Christian’s Highest Occupation Alfred P. Gibbs Copyright © 1950 CHAPTER FIVE THE MEANING OF WORSHIP: THE Holy PERFUME As we further think of the definition of worship, let us now consider: 6. The Holy Perfume (Exodus 30:34-38) This very beautiful picture of worship is given to us as part of God’s revelation to Moses in regard to the Tabernacle, concerning which He had said: “Make me a sanctuary, that I may dwell among them” (Exodus 25:18). Minute instructions were given regarding the details of its furnishings, and we find God repeatedly saying to Moses: “And look that thou make them after their pattern, which was showed thee in the mount” (Exodus 25:9; 40:26, 30; 27:8, cp. Hebrews 8:5). “And the Lord said unto Moses, Take unto thee sweet spices, stacte, and onycha, and galbanum; these sweet spices with pure frankincense: of each shall there be a like weight: And thou shalt make it a perfume, a confection after the art of the apothecary, tempered together, pure and holy: And thou shalt beat some of it very small, and put of it before the testimony in the tabernacle of the congregation, where I will meet with thee: it shall be unto you most holy. And as for the perfume which thou shalt make, ye shall not make to yourselves according to the composition thereof: it shall be unto thee holy for the Lord. Whosoever shall make like unto that, to smell thereto, shall even be cut off from his people” (Exodus 30:34-38) Three things impress themselves on the mind as one reads this passage regarding the holy perfume. (1) The Exclusive Use of It (verses 37-38) It was reserved solely for use in the worship of God in the sanctuary. God expressly forbade its manufacture for any other purpose. The obvious inference from this is that worship belongs to God alone, and that He will share this honor with none. David, “the sweet Psalmist of Israel,” by the Spirit’s inspiration wrote: “He is thy Lord, worship thou him . . . Exalt ye the Lord our God, and worship at his footstool, for he is holy . . . O come, let us worship and bow down: Let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker” (Psalm 45:11; 99:5; 95:6). It will be recalled that the first demand of the law was: “Thou shalt have no other gods before me . . . for I, the Lord thy God, am a jealous God” (Exodus 20:3-5). There is no substitute for spiritual worship. It is the unique right, the sole property, and the exclusive privilege of God Himself and He will not tolerate any rival. Idolatry, in its essence, is simply that by which man seeks to displace God, or which attempts to relegate Him to a position of secondary importance. An idol is anything that a man worships in his heart, to the exclusion of God. It was because of the idolatrous apostasy of Israel that God: - Set Israel aside nationally, - Allowed them to go into captivity, - Scattered them to the four corners of the earth. (See II Kings 17:7-18; II Chronicles 36:14-17). We do well to pay good heed to the Divine dictum: “I am the Lord, that is my name, and my glory will I not give to another” (Isaiah 42:8). He alone claims the title of, “Holy and Reverend” (Psalm 111:9). There is always the subtle danger of becoming more occupied with: - The visible, than the invisible; - With the temporal, than the eternal; - With an outward and formal ceremony, than an inward and spiritual reality. There can therefore be no substitute for spiritual worship: - However ornate may be the ritual, - Or gorgeous the vestments, - Or beautiful the building, - Or well phrased the prayers, - Or smoothly conducted the service. Undoubtedly all this has an appeal to the esthetic senses, and is well pleasing to the flesh, for man is naturally religious; but it is not spiritual, and consequently cannot please God. (2) The Ingredients that Formed it (verses 34-36) Four ingredients, compounded in equal proportions, composed this perfume, and each part was necessary to the whole. These ingredients were stacte, onycha, galbanum and frankincense. Each of these four things has a typical significance which we shall not dwell on now. Let us think of them as four elements which, when compounded together in the heart of the believer, as he sits in the presence of God, causes the perfume of his worship to ascend to the Father and the Son. The first ingredient is remembrance. It is good for the believer to use his memory to recall what he used to be by nature, and what he now is, by God’s matchless grace. The words of Paul to the saints at Ephesus are pertinent to this: “Wherefore remember that ye being in time past Gentiles in the flesh . . . but now, in Christ Jesus . . . are made nigh” (Ephesians 2:11, 13). Let each Christian call to mind his black past, when he was without God, without Christ, without life and without hope. Then let him contrast this with his present acceptance in the Beloved, together with all the spiritual blessings that are now his present and eternal possession. Surely the result of such remembrance will cause him to life his heart in adoration to the One who made this so blessedly actual to his experience. His memory should also be focused on the Person and work of the Lord Jesus Himself. The purpose of the Lord ’s Supper, as indicated by the Lord Himself is: “This do in remembrance of me.” In view of this, worship will become an essential feature of such a meeting, for worship is kindled upon the fires of remembrance. As David puts it: “While I was musing, the fire burned; then spake I with my tongue” (Psalm 39:3). It is memory that enables us to recall the record of His matchless life, as given in the holy Scriptures. The Christian should therefore concentrate upon: - Christ’s wondrous words, - His mighty deeds, - His perfect and holy character, - His absolute obedience to the father’s will, - His infinite grace in going to the cross, - His completed work of redemption accomplished by the sacrifice of Himself, - His victorious resurrection, - His glorious ascension, - His present ministry as the great HIGH PRIEST of His people. As he does so, the believer’s heart will warm within him, and his worship shall rise to God as a fragrant perfume. The second ingredient is gratitude. As memory recalls all that God is and has done, the heart responds, even as the strings of a harp break forth into song beneath the skilful hands of a master musician. We have before noted that the gratitude of the believer delights the heart of the Father. Socrates, the great Grecian philosopher, declared that gratitude was the greatest of all the virtues, and ingratitude the basest of all the vices. A study of the great worship hymns indicate how great a part gratitude plays in their composition. Hannah Burlington beautifully expresses it thus: “The knowing this, that us He loves, Hath made our cup run o’er; Jesus, Thy name our spirit moves, Today and evermore.” The “Ter Stegen” hymns are amongst the finest we have. One of them, by Ernst C. Homburg, written nearly 300 years ago, is redolent with gratitude: “O Lord, from my heart I do thank Thee For all Thou hast borne in my room, Thine agony, dying unsolaced, Alone in the darkness of doom, That I, in the glory of Heaven, For ever and ever might be -- A thousand, a thousand thanksgivings I bring, blessed Saviour, to Thee!” The third ingredient is reverence. This is produced as the soul apprehends, in some measure at least: - The greatness of God, - The majesty of His Divine character, - The glory of His unique attributes, As displayed in His - Omniscience, - Omnipotence, - Omnipresence - Immutability. We are living in an age characterized largely by cynicism, flippancy and lightness regarding Divine things. The modern trend is to humanize Deity and deify humanity, and that has not aided in man’s concept of God. One has only to read the Scriptures to discover that whenever a person was brought consciously into the presence of God, it filled him with a holy awe, humbled him in the dust and produced a deep reverence for God. Moses, the great leader of Israel, was taught this lesson many times. At God’s first revelation to him at the burning bush, the voice of Jehovah said: “Draw not nigh hither; put thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground” (Exodus 3:5). At God’s revelation to him on the mount, in response to his request to see God’s glory, God gave him a vision of Himself. At this august spectacle we read: “Moses made haste, and bowed his head towards the earth, and worshipped” (Exodus 34:8). Isaiah, whose magnificent concept of Deity has thrilled the hearts of the people of God for twenty-five centuries, had to lay to heart this essential requirement. In chapter six of his prophecy, he describes the vision he had of the glory of God which completely revolutionized his life. This sight not only filled him with a sense of his own littleness, uncleanness and insufficiency, but indelibly impressed upon him God’s greatness, holiness and power. Daniel, “the man of desires,” tells us that when he saw the majestic vision of God: “There remained no strength in me, for my comeliness was turned in me into corruption and I retained no strength” (Daniel 10:5-11). We could add others to this list, but these will suffice to indicate how necessary it is that godly reverence accompany all our dealings with Divine things. This reverence must always be present if our worship is to be acceptable to the One who is described as “The high and lofty One, who inhabiteth eternity,” and who hath declared: “Let all the earth fear the Lord: Let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of Him” (Psalm 33:8). Familiarity with God can never produce contempt, for those who know Him best, love and fear Him most. The more God impresses the soul with His Person, the greater that individual is filled with holy awe as he stands in the presence of Him, before Whose eyes “all things are open and naked” (Hebrews 4:13). It should be obvious that humility of mind, sobriety of manner, and sincerity of spirit are essential to and fitting in the presence of the One who said: “Ye shall . . . reverence my sanctuary. I am the LORD” (Leviticus 19:30). The fourth ingredient is amazement. We have before indicated that worship has, as one of its basic requirements, the element of wonder. He who ceases to wonder, ceases to worship. The hymn writer has put it thus: “I stand amazed in the presence Of Jesus the Nazarene, And wonder how He could love me, A sinner, condemned, unclean! O how wonderful! O how marvelous! And my song shall ever be, O how wonderful! O how marvelous! Is my Saviour’s love to me!” One of the many titles of Deity is “Wonderful.” Everything about the Almighty takes upon itself this character. As the believer thinks of the wonder of His Person, His creation, His word, His Son, His love, His salvation and of each Christian’s blessedness, he is led to exclaim with another: “That Thou should love a wretch like me, And be the God Thou art, Is darkness to my intellect, But sunshine to my heart!” (3) The Purpose of It. It was for God’s pleasure and for His glory. These ingredients, equally compounded together, combined to produce a perfume which ascended to God in a fragrant stream and brought great pleasure to Him. Likewise, when a believer sits in the presence of God, with an equal measure of remembrance, gratitude, reverence and amazement well compounded in his heart, there will undoubtedly rise, from the censer of his soul, a silver stream of humble, reverent, sincere and adoring worship to his God and Father, and to the Lord Jesus Christ. This, in turn, will delight God’s heart, for it fulfils His desire for the worship of His people. This was expressed by His Son in these words: “The hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in Spirit and in truth; for the Father seeketh such to worship him” (John 4:23) Our last consideration, under the heading of the meaning of worship, is: 7. The Root Meaning of the Word in the Old Testament Those that understand such things have affirmed that the root meaning of the Hebrew word carries the thought of “a dog to its master.” As one approaches the town of Hartsdale from the city of New York, he will observe, to his left, an animal cemetery. It is perhaps the most ornate in the world. Beneath marble monuments, some costing hundreds of dollars, like the remains of pet animals and even birds. Many of these tombstone’s bear sentimental epitaphs, such as: “Momsie’s only baby.” Others are grotesque, as one over a dog which reads: “He cannot come to us, be we can go to him!” However, there is one epitaph that stands out from them all. It is of a dog whose master caused to be inscribed: “To the memory of Bruce, the devoted servant, faithful friend, warm admirer, and ardent worshipper of his master.” Then follows the name of its owner. Does this not aptly describe what a dog is? Dogs have been described, and not without some cause, as “man’s best friend.” A cynic once remarked: “The more I know of human beings, the better I appreciate dogs!” Let us use an illustration to clarify this point. We will suppose that a man, warmly clad, ventures forth on a blustery and bitterly cold night. The temperature is below zero, and the streets are practically deserted. Presently he sees a poor, neglected, shivering and half starved cur, sheltering behind a telephone pole from the biting wind. Some cruel boys have tied a can to its tail, and it has been kicked from pillar to post, until now it is almost at the end of its tether. It will never survive a night like this on the streets. The man pauses and looks the dog over. What a pitiable sight it is: thin, miserable, frightened, homeless, hungry and on its last legs! His compassion is stirred and, yielding to the impulse of the moment, he stoops down, reaches out his hand and calls to the dog. Suspicious as first, for the dog has good reasons for distrusting mankind, it gradually approaches, until at length it comes under his hand. The man pats it on the head, strokes it, all the while speaking kindly words. Then, after removing the string and the can from its tail, he lifts it up, opens his overcoat, pops it in, and carries it back to his home. When he enters his home he says to his wife: “I’ve found a poor starving dog on the street, that will surely die tonight, unless it finds a home. Please put a sack in the corner of the kitchen and we’ll take care of it for at least tonight.” Accordingly, the dog is gently placed on the sack, and a delicious bowl of hot bread and milk is given it, followed by some scraps from the evening meal. For the first time in many days the dog wags its tail in gratitude for this unusual kindness. The next morning it greets its benefactors with another friendly wag of its tail, and they decide to give it a permanent home. A month passes by, and what a wonderful change it produces in that dog! As a result of good food and proper care, one would scarcely recognize the fine looking animal as that miserable starving cur of four weeks ago. One evening, as the man is sitting in an easy chair, with one hand hanging over the arm of the chair, he suddenly feels something warm and wet on his hand. Glancing down he sees the dog looking up at him with adoring eyes as, again and again, it licks the hand of the one to whom it owes everything. The dog had not come into the room to beg for a bone, or even to be petted. It wanted nothing from its owner but the privilege of sitting in his presence, so that it might look at him with rapt, adoring eyes and, every now and then, to enjoy the privilege of licking the hand of the one whom it loved above all others. This is worship. Now apply this to the believer, who once was a lost, guilty and helpless sinner, deserving only the judgment of a holy God. Now, - Through the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, - By faith in His substitutionary sacrifice and glorious resurrection, - By acceptance of Him as Saviour and Lord, He has been: - Redeemed, - Saved - Brought into a place of acceptance, provision and security. Surely it is not too much for the Lord to expect that His people, saved as such an infinite cost, will want, like that dog, to come into His presence in order to be occupied only with the One whom, “having not seen, they love” with all their hearts. May it be yours and mine to know something, by experience, of the real meaning and nature of worship, and thus fulfil His purpose in our salvation. The words of Miss C.A. Wellesley will form a fitting conclusion to this section of our study: “Occupied with Thee, Lord Jesus, in Thy grace; All Thy ways and thoughts about me Only trace Deeper stories of the glories Of Thy grace. Taken up with Thee Lord Jesus I would be; Finding joy and satisfaction All in Thee; Thou the nearest and the dearest Unto me.” ~ end of chapter 5 ~ http://www.baptistbiblebelievers.com/ ***

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