Morning, March 10, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“I said in my prosperity, ‘I will never be moved.’” — Psalm 30:6

“Moab has been at ease since his youth; He has also been undisturbed, and he has not been emptied from vessel to vessel.” Give a man wealth; let his ships continually bring home rich imports; let the winds and waves appear to be his servants to bear his vessels across the embrace of the mighty deep; let his lands yield abundantly: let the weather be favorable to his crops; let uninterrupted success attend him; let him stand among men as a successful merchant; let him enjoy continued health; allow him with steeled nerves and brilliant vision to march through the world, and live happily; give him an upbeat spirit; let him have a song perpetually on his lips; let his eye be always sparkling with joy—and the natural consequence of such an easy state to any man, even if he is the best Christian who ever breathed, will be presumption; even David said, “I shall never be moved;” and we are not better than David, nor half so good.

Brother, beware of the smooth places on the way, if you are treading them; or if the way is rough, thank God for it. If God should always rock us in the cradle of prosperity; if we were always pampered on the knees of fortune; if we had the stain-free alabaster pillar; if there were not a few clouds in the sky; if we had not some bitter drops in the wine of this life, we would become intoxicated with pleasure, we should dream “we stand;” and stand we might, but it would be upon a treacherous pinnacle; like the man asleep upon the mast, each moment we would be in jeopardy.

We bless God, then, for our afflictions; we thank him for our changes; we praise his name for losses of property; for we feel that had he not disciplined us accordingly, we might have become too secure. Continued worldly prosperity is a fiery trial.

“Afflictions, though they seem severe,

In mercy oft are sent.”