Evening
By Charles Spurgeon
"Why are ye troubled? and why do thoughts arise in your hearts?"
Luke 24:38
"Why
sayest thou, O Jacob, and speakest O Israel, my way is hid from the
Lord, and my judgment is passed over from my God?" The Lord cares for
all things, and the meanest creatures share in his universal providence,
but his particular providence is over his saints. "The angel of the
Lord encampeth round about them that fear him." "Precious shall their
blood be in his sight." "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death
of his saints." "We know that all things work together for good to them
that love God, to them that are the called according to his purpose."
Let the fact that, while he is the Saviour of all men, he is specially
the Saviour of them that believe, cheer and comfort you. You are his
peculiar care; his regal treasure which he guards as the apple of his
eye; his vineyard over which he watches day and night. "The very hairs
of your head are all numbered." Let the thought of his special love to
you be a spiritual pain-killer, a dear quietus to your woe: "I will
never leave thee, nor forsake thee." God says that as much to you as to
any saint of old. "Fear not, I am thy shield, and thy exceeding great
reward." We lose much consolation by the habit of reading his promises
for the whole church, instead of taking them directly home to ourselves.
Believer, grasp the divine word with a personal, appropriating faith.
Think that you hear Jesus say, "I have prayed for thee that thy faith
fail not." Think you see him walking on the waters of thy trouble, for
he is there, and he is saying, "Fear not, it is I; be not afraid." Oh,
those sweet words of Christ! May the Holy Ghost make you feel them as
spoken to you; forget others for awhile--accept the voice of Jesus as
addressed to you, and say, "Jesus whispers consolation; I cannot refuse
it; I will sit under his shadow with great delight."
Sunday Blessings, Friends!
Heather
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