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A proper perspective for the Christian Genealogist

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I've been researching my father's family for years and when I find a new piece of information regarding an ancestor, I count it as a gem in our family treasure (my father came from a humble background and his family stories were my treasure as a child growing up.). Sometimes I find myself going down a dead end path and get discouraged because the lead didn't work out... But, the good Lord is faithful to renew my resolve and offer encouragement in my quest to share our family story.

This excerpt from a sermon by the Prince of Preachers, Charles Haddon Spurgeon, posted at Tried By Fire, comes at just the right time! Please be encouraged that you aren't a creature haphazardly placed in your family - but know that the very hairs of your head are numbered by a loving heavenly father who placed you right where He wants you to be.


THE HAIRS OF YOUR HEAD ARE NUMBERED


“But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” Matthew 10:30. 

How far does God’s foresight extend? It extends, we believe, to the entire man and all about him. God ordained of old when we should be born, and where, and who our parents should be, and what our lot in infancy, and what our path in youth, and what our position in manhood. From the first to the last it has all happened according to the divine purpose, even as it was ordained by the divine will. Not only the man, but all that concerns the man, is foreordained of the Lord, “The very hairs of your head,” that is to say, all that which has anything to do with you, which comes into any kind of contact with you, and is in any sense part and parcel of yourself, is under the divine foresight and predestination. Everything is in the divine purpose, and has been ordered by the divine wisdom; all the events of your life—the greater certainly, the smaller with equal certainty. It is impossible to draw a line in providence, and say this is arranged by providence, and that is not. It must take everything in its sweep, all that happens; it determines not only the movement of a star, but the blowing of a grain of dust along the public road. All this, from the very nature of the thing, is clear. God’s providence knows nothing of things so little as to be beneath its notice, nothing of things so great as to be beyond its control. Nothing is too little or too great for God to rule and overrule. All that a man undergoes is also ordained of heaven; the hairs of your head, should they turn white in a single night by grief, will not do so without divine permission. Should you be spared till every hair constitutes a part of the crown of glory of your old age, you shall not be older than God wills. You shall neither die before your time, nor live beyond it. All that concerns you, I say, from first to last, all that is of you, and in you, and around you—

“All shall come, and last, and end,
As shall please your heavenly Friend.”
“The very hairs of your head are all numbered.”

And this is what I call your attention to; what is the source of this numbering? It is not that they are all numbered by some recording angel who is set to do the work. It may be so, but that is not the thing we have to consider tonight. This numbering is done by your Father, who is in heaven. The ordinances that rule your life are in His hand; unto Him belongs the issues from death, and this makes it to be such a happy fact. Fate is hard and cruel, but predestination is fatherly, and wise, and kind. The wheels of providence are always high and terrible, but they are full of eyes, and those eyes look with the clear sight of wisdom, and righteousness, and love, and they look towards the good of them that love God, and are the called according to His purpose. Terrible, indeed, it is to think of things as fixed by an eternal plan, but the terror is taken from it when we feel that we are children of this great Father, and that He wills nothing but what shall, in the end, work out our conformity to the image of His Son, and display the glory of His own righteousness, and grace, and truth.

The Hairs of Your Head Are Numbered, Sermon 2005 - Charles Haddon Spurgeon.

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