Evening, March 10, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“Man, who is born of woman, is short-lived and full of turmoil.” — Job 14:1
It may be of great advantage to us, before we fall asleep, to remember this somber fact, for it may lead us to set loose our affection on earthly things. There is nothing very pleasant in calling to mind that we are not above the arrows of adversity, but it may humble us and prevent our boasting like the Psalmist in our morning’s reading: “My mountain stands firm: I shall never be moved.” It may keep us from taking too deep a root in this soil from which we are so soon to be transplanted into the heavenly garden. Let us remember the frail tenure upon which we hold our temporal presence. If we would remember that all the trees of earth are marked for the woodman’s axe, we would not be so ready to build our nests in them. We should love, but we should love with the love which expects death, and which reckons upon separation. Our dearest relatives are only loaned to us, and the hour when we must return them to the lender’s hand may be even at the door. Likewise, this is certainly true of our worldly goods. Do not riches take to themselves wings and fly away? Our health is equally precarious. Frail flowers of the field, we must not reckon upon blooming forever. There is a time appointed for weakness and sickness, when we shall have to glorify God by suffering, and not by our earnest activity. There is no single point in which we can hope to escape from the sharp arrows of affliction; out of our few days there is not one secure from sorrow. Man’s life is a cask full of bitter wine; he who looks for joy in it has a better chance to seek for honey in an ocean of brine. Beloved reader, do not set your affections upon the things of earth: but seek those things which are above, for here the moth devours, and the thief breaks through, but there, all joys are continuous and eternal. The path of trouble is the way home. Lord, make this thought a pillow for many weary heads!