Daily Affirmations - Day 2 - Resolute Wisdom - Set Like Flint
- Alisa B.
- Sep 21
- 2 min read
Day 2: Set like flint
Because the Sovereign Lord helps Me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore have I set My face like flint, and I know I will not be put to shame (Isaiah 50:7).
These are, in prophecy, the words of the Messiah. This is the language of Jesus of Nazareth, the promised Deliverer, whom God hath sent into the world to be the one and only Saviour.
We know that this is the case because it is to Him, and to Him alone, that the verse preceding our text must refer: “I gave My back to the smiters, and My cheeks to them that plucked off the hair: I hid not My face from shame and spitting” (vs.6). This is the declaration of Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews; and it is He who said of old in prophecy, and afterwards carried it out in actual life, “I set My face like a flint...”
How greatly the Father strengthened Christ in lonely midnight hours, we cannot tell, for we have no records of the fervent prayers to which the cold mountains could have borne witness. He went wearied to the mountain side — not to sleep, but to cry to God; and He came back with the drops of dew still clinging to His locks, but He was strong to face the multitude, or to perform any task that might be required of Him, for He had been with His Father in the midnight hour, and often the whole night through.
It was God’s own Spirit that came upon him when He was weary and faint, and strengthened Him for further service. His own testimony to His disciples, concerning this secret sustenance, was, “I have food to eat that you know nothing about” (John 4:32 - NIV)
The Father helped Him, and the Spirit helped Him; and that is how you also need to be helped. If the “strong Son of God” put Himself into such a condition, for our sakes, that He needed such aid as this, how much more must you and I need it, our weakness being so manifest, and our fickleness so evident!
~ C.H. Spurgeon
Lord, who hast suffered all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure,
The lighter cross I bear for Thee,
Help me with patience to endure.
Let me not angrily declare
No pain was ever sharp like mine;
Nor murmur at the cross I bear,
But rather weep, rememb’ring Thine.
~ John Newton
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