I Love The Night

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  “It was a glorious night. The moon had sunk, and left the quiet earth alone with the stars. It seemed as if, in the silence and the hush, while we her children slept, they were talking with her, their sister — conversing of mighty mysteries in voices too vast and deep for childish human ears to catch the sound. They awe us, these strange stars, so cold, so clear. We are as children whose small feet have strayed into some dim-lit temple of the god they have been taught to worship but know not; and, standing where the echoing dome spans the long vista of the shadowy light, glance up, half hoping, half afraid to see some awful vision hovering there. And yet it seems so full of comfort and of strength, the night. In its great presence, our small sorrows creep away, ashamed. The day has been so full of fret and care, and our hearts have been so full of evil and of bitter thoughts, and the world has seemed so hard and wrong to us. Then Night, like some great loving mother, gently lays ...

On mine arm shall they trust

Isaiah 51:5 "My righteousness is near; My salvation has gone out, and My arms shall judge peoples;
the coastlands shall wait on Me, and on My arm they shall trust."


In seasons of severe trial, the Christian has nothing on earth that he can trust to, and is therefore compelled
to cast himself on his God alone. When
his vessel is on its beam-ends, and no human deliverance can avail,
he must
simply and entirely trust himself to the providence and care of God. Happy storm that wrecks a man
on such a rock as this!
O blessed hurricane that drives the soul to God and God alone! There is no get-
ting at our God
sometimes because of the multitude of our friends; but when a man is so poor, so friendless,
so helpless that he has nowhere else to turn, he flies
into his Father's arms, and is blessedly clasped therein!
When he is
burdened with troubles so pressing and so peculiar, that he cannot tell them to any but his God,
he may be thankful for them; for he will learn more of
his Lord then than at any other time. Oh, tempest-tossed
believer, it is a
happy trouble that drives thee to thy Father! Now that thou hast only thy God to trust to,
see that thou puttest thy full confidence in him. Dishonour
not thy Lord and Master by unworthy doubts and fears;
but be strong in
faith, giving glory to God. Show the world that thy God is worth ten thousand worlds to thee.
Show rich men how rich thou art in thy poverty when
the Lord God is thy helper. Show the strong man how strong
thou art in thy
weakness when underneath thee are the everlasting arms. Now is the time for feats of faith and
valiant exploits. Be strong and very courageous, and the
Lord thy God shall certainly, as surely as he built the
heavens and the
earth, glorify himself in thy weakness, and magnify his might in the midst of thy distress.
The grandeur of the arch of heaven would be spoiled if the
sky were supported by a single visible column, and
your faith would lose its
glory if it rested on anything discernible by the carnal eye. May the Holy Spirit give you
to rest in Jesus this closing day of the month.


(This is August 31 reading of Charles Spurgeon's Morning and Evening.)

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