And when she had so said, she went her way, and called Mary, her sister, secretly, saying, “The Master is come, and calleth for thee.” – John 11:28

That word “The Master” has a sweet ring about it. He is the Master. He that is come is earth’s Master. What are your cares? He can relieve them. What are your troubles? He can overcome them, and sweep them out of the way. The Master has come. “Cast thy burden on the Lord: He will sustain thee.” He is hell’s Master. Art thou beset with fierce temptations and foul insinuations of the arch-fiend? The Master has come. Oh! lift thy head, thou captive daughter of Zion, for thy bands are broken. The Breaker is come up before them; their King shall pass before them, and the Lord on the head of them. He who hath come is no menial servant, but the right royal Master Himself. The Master is come. What though your heart now seem cold as a stone and your spirit is cast down within you? What though death hath set up its adamantine throne in thy breast? The Master has come, and His presence can thaw the ice, dissolve the rock, bring thee all the graces of the Spirit and all the blessings of heaven that thy soul can possibly require. “The Master is come”-does not that touch your soul and fire your passions? Whose Master is He but your own? And what a Master! No taskmaster, no slave’s master, but such a Master that His absolute sovereignty inspires you with sweetest confidence; for He binds you with the bonds of love, and draws you with the cords of a man. Master indeed is He! Aye, Lord and sole Master of your soul’s inmost core if you be what you profess to be; the Master whose sceptre is the sceptre of reed which He carried in His hand when He was made a scorn and scoffing for you; the Master whose crown is the crown of thorns which He wore for your sins when He accomplished your redemption. Your Master. He is only Master in that same sense in which the tender loving husband is the master of the house. Love makes Him supreme, for He is Master in the art of love, and, therefore, Master of our loving hearts. How sweetly doth “my Master” sound! “My Master.” ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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