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這人就是先知以賽亞所說的。他說:「在曠野有人聲喊著說:預備主的道,修直他的路!」 3 This is he who was spoken of through the prophet Isaiah:「A voice of one calling in the desert, Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him. 」(\f12 3:3 Isaiah 40:3)
這約翰身穿駱駝毛的衣服,腰束皮帶,吃的是蝗蟲、野蜜。 4 John's clothes were made of camel's hair, and he had a leather belt around his waist. His food was locusts and wild honey.
約翰看見許多法利賽利人和撒都該人也來受洗,就對他們說:「毒蛇的種類!誰指示你們逃避將來的忿怒呢? 7 But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: 「You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?
不要自己心裏說:『有亞伯拉罕為我們的袓宗。』我告訴你們,神能從這些石頭中給亞伯拉罕興起子孫來。 9 And do not think you can say to yourselves, We have Abraham as our father. I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham.
現在斧子已經放在樹根上,凡不結好果子的樹就砍下來,丟在火裏。 10 The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.
我是用水給你們施洗,叫你們悔改。但那在我以後來的,能力比我更大,我就是給他提鞋也不配。他要用聖靈與火給你們施洗。 11 「I baptize you with (\f13 3:11 Or|i in|d) water for repentance. But after me will come one who is more powerful than I, whose sandals I am not fit to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire.
他手裏拿著簸箕,要揚淨他的場,把麥子收在倉裏,把糠用不滅的火燒盡了。」 12 His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor, gathering his wheat into the barn and burning up the chaff with unquenchable fire.」
耶穌回答說:「你暫且許我,因為我們理當這樣盡諸般的義〔或譯:禮〕。」於是約翰許了他。 15 Jesus replied, 「Let it be so now; it is proper for us to do this to fulfill all righteousness.」 Then John consented.
耶穌受了洗,隨即從水裏上來。天忽然為他開了,他就看見神的靈彷彿鴿子降下,落在他身上。 16 As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that moment heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and lighting on him.
April 17 "The hand of the Lord hath wrought this."(Job 12:9.) SEVERAL years ago there was found in an African mine the most magnificent diamond in the world's history. It was presented to the King of England to blaze in his crown of state. The King sent it to Amsterdam to be cut. It was put into the hands of an expert lapidary. And what do you suppose he did with it? He took the gem of priceless value, and cut a notch in it. Then he struck it a hard blow with his instrument, and lo! the superb jewel lay in his hand cleft in twain. What recklessness! What wastefulness! what criminal carelessness! Not so. For days and weeks that blow had been studied and planned. Drawings and models had been made of the gem. Its quality, its defects, its lines of cleavage had all been studied with minutest care. The man to whom it was committed was one of the most skillful lapidaries in the world. Do you say that blow was a mistake? Nay. It was the climax of the lapidary's skill. When he struck that blow, he did the one thing which would bring that gem to its most perfect shapeliness, radiance, and jewelled splendor. that blow which seemed to ruin the superb precious stone was, in fact, its perfect redemption. For, from those two halves were wrought the two magnificent gems which the skilled eye of the lapidary saw hidden in the rough, uncut stone as it came from the mine. So, sometimes, God lets a stinging blow fall upon your life. The blood spurts. The nerves wince. The soul cries out in agony. The blow seems to you an apalling mistake. But it is not, for you are the most priceless jewel in the world to God. And He is the most skilled lapidary in the universe. Some day you are to blaze in the diadem of the King. As you lie in His hand now He knows just how to deal with you. Not a blow will be permitted to fall upon your shrinking soul but that the love of God permits it, and works out from its depths, blessing and spiritual enrichment unseen, and unthought of by you. ─J. H. McC. In one of George MacDonald's books occurs this fragment of conversation: "I wonder why God made me," said Mrs. Faber bitterly. "I'm sure I don't know what was the use of making me!" "Perhaps not much yet," said Dorothy, "but then He hasn't done with you yet. He is making you now, and you are quarreling with the process." If men would but believe that they are in process of creation, and consent to be made─let the Maker handle them as the potter the clay, yielding themselves in resplendent motion and submissive, hopeful action with the turning of His wheel─they would ere long find themselves able to welcome every pressure of that hand on them, even when it was felt in pain; and sometimes not only to believe but to recognize the Divine end in view, the bringing of a son unto glory. "Not a single shaft can hit, Till the God of love sees fit."