Our natural inclination is to love money more than Christ, so when anyone puts Christ first, it is a work of God!

BibleGateway: Mark 10:17-27

ESV Text: Mark 10:17-27


KJV Text:

(Alt. audio): Chapter: 10

     17 And when he was gone forth into the way, there came one running, and kneeled to him, and asked him, Good Master, what shall I do that I may inherit eternal life? 18 And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God. 19 Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Defraud not, Honour thy father and mother. 20 And he answered and said unto him, Master, all these have I observed from my youth. 21 Then Jesus beholding him loved him, and said unto him, One thing thou lackest: go thy way, sell whatsoever thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, take up the cross, and follow me. 22 And he was sad at that saying, and went away grieved: for he had great possessions. 23 And Jesus looked round about, and saith unto his disciples, How hardly shall they that have riches enter into the kingdom of God! 24 And the disciples were astonished at his words. But Jesus answereth again, and saith unto them, Children, how hard is it for them that trust in riches to enter into the kingdom of God! 25 It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God. 26 And they were astonished out of measure, saying among themselves, Who then can be saved? 27 And Jesus looking upon them saith, With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible.(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 172, st. 6-8:
O Sacred Head Now Wounded

Hymnary.org — Organ Audio

6. Here I will stand beside Thee, 
From Thee I will not part; 
O Savior, do not chide me! 
When breaks Thy loving heart, 
When soul and body languish 
In death’s cold, cruel grasp, 
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, 
Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 

7. The joy can ne’er be spoken, 
Above all joys beside, 
When in Thy body broken 
I thus with safety hide. 
O Lord of life, desiring 
Thy glory now to see, 
Beside Thy cross expiring, 
I’d breathe my soul to Thee. 

8. What language shall I borrow 
To thank Thee, dearest Friend, 
For this, Thy dying sorrow, 
Thy pity without end? 
Oh, make me thine forever! 
And should I fainting be, 
Lord, let me never, never, 
Outlive my love for Thee. 


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