Evening, October 26, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“All the rivers flow into the sea, Yet the sea is not full. To the place where the rivers flow, There they flow again.” — Ecclesiastes 1:7
Everything belonging to this world is on the move; time knows nothing of rest. The solid earth is a rolling ball, and the great sun itself a star obediently fulfilling its course around some greater luminary. Tides move the sea, winds stir the airy ocean, friction wears the rock: change and death rule everywhere. The sea is not a hoarder’s storehouse for a wealth of waters, for as by one force the waters flow into it, by another they are lifted from it. Men are born only soon to die: everything is hurry, worry, and striving after wind. As a friend of the unchanging Jesus, what a joy it is to reflect upon your changeless heritage, your sea of joy which will be forever full, since God himself shall pour eternal rivers of pleasure into it. We seek an abiding city beyond the skies, and we shall not be disappointed. The passage before us may well teach us gratitude. Father Ocean is a great receiver, but he is a generous distributor. What the rivers bring him he returns to the earth in the form of clouds and rain. That man who takes all but makes no return is out of joint with the universe. To give to others is just sowing seed for ourselves. He who is so good a steward as to be willing to use all he has for his Lord, shall be entrusted with more. Friend of Jesus, are you rendering to him in proportion to the benefit received? Much has been given you, what is your fruit? Have you done all you can? Can you not do more? To be selfish is to be wicked. Suppose the ocean gave up none of its watery treasure; it would bring ruin upon our race. God forbid that any of us should follow the selfish and destructive policy of living just for ourselves. Jesus did not live to please himself. All fullness dwells in him, but of his fullness have all we received. O for Jesus’ spirit, that here forward we may live not for ourselves!