Evening, February 11, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“You have left your first love.” — Revelation 2:4

That best and brightest of hours, forever to be remembered, is when first we saw the Lord, lost our burden, received the record of promise, rejoiced in our complete salvation, and went on our way in peace. It was springtime in the soul; the winter was past; the judgmental muttering of Sinai’s thunder was hushed; the flashing of its lightning was no longer perceived; God was regarded as reconciled with us; the law threatened no vengeance, justice demanded no punishment.

Then the flowers appeared in our heart; hope, love, peace, and patience sprung from the sod; the hyacinth of repentance, the snowdrop of pure holiness, the crocus of golden faith, the daffodil of early love, all decked the garden of the soul. The time of the singing of birds was come, and we rejoiced with thanksgiving; we worshipped the holy name of our forgiving God, and our resolve was, “Lord, I am yours, wholly yours; all I am, and all I have, I would devote to you. You have bought me with your blood—let me spend myself and be spent in your service. In life and in death let me be consecrated to you.”

How well have we kept this resolve? Our pact of love burned with a holy flame of devotion to Jesus—is it the same now? Might not Jesus possibly say to us, “I have this against you, that you have left your first love?” Alas! It is little we have done for our Master’s glory. Our winter has lasted all too long. We are as cold as ice when we should feel a summer’s glow and bloom with holy flowers. We give to God pence when he deserves pounds; indeed, he deserves our heart’s blood to be coined in the service of his church and of his truth. But shall we continue this way? O Lord, after you have so richly blessed us, shall we be ungrateful and become indifferent to your good cause and work? O enliven us, that we may return to our first love, and do our first works! Send us a welcoming spring, O Sun of Righteousness.