Nothing more by J.R. Miller. Well done, good and faithful
servant. You have been faithful with a
few things. I will put you in charge of many
things. Come and share your master's
happiness. Matthew 25, 21. No higher praise can be given
to any life than to say it has been faithful. No one could ask
for a nobler epitaph than the simple words, He was faithful. This will be the commendation
given in the great account to those who have made the most
of their talents. You have been faithful with a
few things. Faithfulness should therefore
be the aim in all our living. It is not great things that God
expects or requires of us, unless he has given us great gifts and
opportunities. All that he requires of us is
faithfulness. He gives us certain talents,
puts us in certain relations, assigns to us certain duties,
and then asks us to be faithful. Nothing more. The man with the
plain gifts and the small opportunities is not expected to do the great
things which are required of the man with the brilliant talents
and the large opportunities. We should get this truth fixed
deeply in our mind. that God asks of nothing more
than simple faithfulness. Faithfulness is not the same
in any two people. In the man who has five talents,
there must be a great deal more outcome to measure up to the
standard of faithfulness than in the man who has but two talents. Faithfulness is simply being
true to God and making the most of one's life. of those who have
received little, only little is required. Where much has been
received, much is required. Never does God expect anything
impossible or unreasonable from anyone If we are simply faithful,
we shall please God. Jesus said of Mary, after her
act of love, when men murmured at her, She has done what she
could. Mark 14 7 What had she done? Very little, we would say. She
loved Jesus truly and deeply. Then she brought a flask of precious
ointment and broke the flask, pouring the sacred nard upon
her Lord's tired feet, those feet which soon were to be nailed
to the cross. What good did it do? We know
it wonderfully comforted the Saviour's sorrowful heart. amid
almost universal hatred and maddening enmity, here was one who sincerely
loved him, while other hands were weaving a crown of thorns
for his brow, and others still were forging cruel nails to drive
through his feet. Mary's hands were pouring ointment
on his head and bathing his feet with a nard. Who will say that
Mary's act did no good? It seemed a little thing, but
we cannot fathom how her sweet, pure, loyal love blessed our
suffering Saviour in his bitter anguish.