Morning “Remember the word unto thy servant, upon which thou hast caused me to hope.” Psalm 119:49
Whatever your especial need may be, you may readily find some promise in the
Bible suited to it. Are you faint and feeble because your way is rough and you
are weary? Here is the promise–“He giveth power to the faint.” When you read
such a promise, take it back to the great Promiser, and ask him to fulfil his
own word. Are you seeking after Christ, and thirsting for closer communion with
him? This promise shines like a star upon you–“Blessed are they that hunger and
thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled.” Take that promise to the
throne continually; do not plead anything else, but go to God over and over
again with this–“Lord, thou hast said it, do as thou hast said.” Are
you distressed because of sin, and burdened with the heavy load of your
iniquities? Listen to these words–“I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy
transgressions, and will no more remember thy sins.” You have no merit of your
own to plead why he should pardon you, but plead his written engagements and he
will perform them. Are you afraid lest you should not be able to hold on to the
end, lest, after having thought yourself a child of God, you should prove a
castaway? If that is your state, take this word of grace to the throne and plead
it: “The mountains may depart, and the hills may be removed, but the covenant of
my love shall not depart from thee.” If you have lost the sweet sense of
the Saviour’s presence, and are seeking him with a sorrowful heart, remember
the promises: “Return unto me, and I will return unto you;” “For a small moment
have I forsaken thee, but with great mercies will I gather thee.” Banquet your
faith upon God’s own word, and whatever your fears or wants, repair to the Bank
of Faith with your Father’s note of hand, saying, “Remember the word unto thy
servant, upon which thou hast caused me to hope.”
Evening “All the house of Israel are impudent and hardhearted.” Ezekiel 3:7
Are there no exceptions? No, not one. Even the favoured race are thus described.
Are the best so bad?–then what must the worst be? Come, my heart, consider how
far thou hast a share in this universal accusation, and while considering, be
ready to take shame unto thyself wherein thou mayst have been guilty. The first
charge is impudence, or hardness of forehead, a want of holy shame, an
unhallowed boldness in evil. Before my conversion, I could sin and feel no
compunction, hear of my guilt and yet remain unhumbled, and even confess my
iniquity and manifest no inward humiliation on account of it. For a sinner to go
to God’s house and pretend to pray to him and praise him argues a
brazen-facedness of the worst kind! Alas! since the day of my new birth I have
doubted my Lord to his face, murmured unblushingly in his presence, worshipped
before him in a slovenly manner, and sinned without bewailing myself concerning
it. If my forehead were not as an adamant, harder than flint, I should have far
more holy fear, and a far deeper contrition of spirit. Woe is me, I am one of
the impudent house of Israel. The second charge is hardheartedness, and I must
not venture to plead innocent here. Once I had nothing but a heart of stone, and
although through grace I now have a new and fleshy heart, much of my former
obduracy remains. I am not affected by the death of Jesus as I
ought to be; neither am I moved by the ruin of my fellow men, the wickedness of
the times, the chastisement of my heavenly Father, and my own failures, as I
should be. O that my heart would melt at the recital of my Saviour’s sufferings
and death. Would to God I were rid of this nether millstone within me, this
hateful body of death. Blessed be the name of the Lord, the disease is not
incurable, the Saviour’s precious blood is the universal solvent, and me, even
me, it will effectually soften, till my heart melts as wax before the fire.