Morning, December 17, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“I remember you.” — Jeremiah 2:2

Let us take note that Christ delights to think about his Church, and to look upon her beauty. As the bird returns often to its nest, and as the traveler hurries to his home, so does the mind continually pursue the object of its choice. We cannot look too often upon that face which we love; we desire always to have our precious things in our sight. It is even so with our Lord Jesus. From all eternity “having delight with the sons of men,” his thoughts rolled onward to the time when his chosen should be born into the world; he viewed them in the mirror of his foreknowledge. “In your book,” he says, “Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.” (Ps. 139:16). When the world was set upon its supports, he was there, and he set the bounds of the people according to the number of the children of Israel. Many times before his incarnation, he descended to this lower earth in the semblance of a man; on the plains of Mamre (Gen. 18), by the brook of Jabbok (Gen. 32:24-30), beneath the walls of Jericho (Jos. 5:13), and in the fiery furnace of Babylon (Dan. 3:19, 25), the Son of Man visited his people. Because his soul delighted in them, he could not rest while away from them, for his heart longed after them. Never were they absent from his heart, for he had written their names upon his hands, and engraved them upon his side. As the breastplate containing the names of the tribes of Israel was the most brilliant ornament worn by the high priest, so the names of Christ’s chosen were his most precious jewels, and glittered on his heart. We may often forget to meditate upon the perfections of our Lord, but he never ceases to remember us. Let us scold ourselves for past forgetfulness, and pray for grace to ever bear him in fondest remembrance. Lord, paint upon the eyeballs of my soul the image of your Son.