Morning “The daughter of Jerusalem hath shaken her head at thee.” / Isaiah 37:22
Reassured by the Word of the Lord, the poor trembling citizens of Zion grew
bold, and shook their heads at Sennacherib’s boastful threats. Strong faith
enables the servants of God to look with calm contempt upon their most haughty
foes. We know that our enemies are attempting impossibilities. They seek to
destroy the eternal life, which cannot die while Jesus lives; to overthrow the
citadel, against which the gates of hell shall not prevail. They kick against
the pricks to their own wounding, and rush upon the bosses of Jehovah’s
buckler to their own hurt.
We know their weakness. What are they but men? And what is man but a worm?
They roar and swell like waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame. When
the Lord ariseth, they shall fly as chaff before the wind, and be consumed as
crackling thorns. Their utter powerlessness to do damage to the cause of God
and his truth, may make the weakest soldiers in Zion’s ranks laugh them to
scorn.
Above all, we know that the Most High is with us, and when he dresses himself
in arms, where are his enemies? If he cometh forth from his place, the
potsherds of the earth will not long contend with their Maker. His rod of iron
shall dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel, and their very remembrance
shall perish from the earth. Away, then, all fears, the kingdom is safe in the
King’s hands. Let us shout for joy, for the Lord reigneth, and his foes shall
be as straw for the dunghill.
“As true as God’s own word is true;
Nor earth, nor hell, with all their crew,
Against us shall prevail.
A jest, and by-word, are they grown;
God is with us, we are his own,
Our victory cannot fail.”
Evening “Why go I mourning?” / Psalm 42:9
Canst thou answer this, believer? Canst thou find any reason why thou art so
often mourning instead of rejoicing? Why yield to gloomy anticipations? Who
told thee that the night would never end in day? Who told thee that the sea of
circumstances would ebb out till there should be nothing left but long leagues
of the mud of horrible poverty? Who told thee that the winter of thy
discontent would proceed from frost to frost, from snow, and ice, and hail, to
deeper snow, and yet more heavy tempest of despair? Knowest thou not that day
follows night, that flood comes after ebb, that spring and summer succeed
winter? Hope thou then! Hope thou ever! For God fails thee not. Dost thou not
know that thy God loves thee in the midst of all this? Mountains, when in
darkness hidden, are as real as in day, and God’s love is as true to thee now
as it was in thy brightest moments. No father chastens always: thy Lord hates
the rod as much as thou dost; he only cares to use it for that reason which
should make thee willing to receive it, namely, that it works thy lasting
good. Thou shalt yet climb Jacob’s ladder with the angels, and behold him who
sits at the top of it–thy covenant God. Thou shalt yet, amidst the splendours
of eternity, forget the trials of time, or only remember them to bless the God
who led thee through them, and wrought thy lasting good by them. Come, sing in
the midst of tribulation. Rejoice even while passing through the furnace. Make
the wilderness to blossom like the rose! Cause the desert to ring with thine
exulting joys, for these light afflictions will soon be over, and then
“forever with the Lord,” thy bliss shall never wane.
“Faint not nor fear, his arms are near,
He changeth not, and thou art dear;
Only believe and thou shalt see,
That Christ is all in all to thee.”