The Need for Counsel
In this world really it’s true that if we want to be successful we need advice. We not only need advice we need the right advice from someone who has been down the road before us. They know the path, the pitfalls and the dangers. It’s we who need the help. It’s only the stupid who think they can ‘do it all by myself’ like me! Gradually through the school of hard knocks I have learned that I need a lot of help from God as well as from others.
Now as I enter my 120th year on this earth (just kidding) I feel God is beginning to give me wisdom. I am thankful. So there is plenty to be said to receive the right kind of counsel and finding the ‘right’ Consultants. Praise the Lord.
Psalm 73:24 Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.
Proverbs 15:22 Without counsel purposes are disappointed: but in the multitude of counsellors they are established.
Proverbs 19:20 Hear counsel, and receive instruction, that thou mayest be wise in thy latter end.
Proverbs 19:21 There are many devices in a man's heart; nevertheless the counsel of the LORD, that shall stand.
Proverbs 20:5 Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; but a man of understanding will draw it out.
Proverbs 20:18 Every purpose is established by counsel: and with good advice make war.
Proverbs 21:30 There is no wisdom nor understanding nor counsel against the LORD.
Proverbs 24:6 For by wise counsel thou shalt make thy war: and in multitude of counsellors there is safety.
When you learn to drive a car or a plane, you need instructors. Open a business it’s the same thing. Being a missionary in a dangerous country, it’s the same thing isn’t it? Well it should be.
Sharing faith in Jesus Christ with others has always been dangerous; some countries more than others. But there is danger everywhere. I remember being chased out of a small Greek village in the Peloponnese by a local butcher wielding his meat cleaver, and I had no doubt he not only was exceedingly upset but also was absolutely going to kill me for witnessing in a predominately Greek orthodox village. Fortunately he was middle-aged and portly and I was, at that time, slim and still in the prime of life and escaped the village (never to return).