Morning, April 21, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“I know that my Redeemer lives.” — Job 19:25
The center of Job’s comfort lies in that little word “My”—”My Redeemer,” and in the fact that the Redeemer lives. Oh, to get hold of a living Christ! We must get an investment in him before we can enjoy him. What is gold in the mine to me? Men were beggars in Peru and begged their bread in California. It is gold in my pocket which will satisfy my necessities, by purchasing the bread I need. So a Redeemer who does not redeem me, an avenger who will never stand up for my blood, of what do those avail me? Do not contently rest until by faith you can say “Yes, I cast myself upon my living Lord; and he is mine.” It may be that you hold him with a frail hand; you halfway think it presumption to say, “He lives as my Redeemer;” yet, remember if you have but faith as a grain of mustard seed, that little faith entitles you to say it. But there is also another word here, expressive of Job’s strong confidence, “I know.” To say, “I hope so, I trust so” is comfortable; and there are thousands in the fold of Jesus who hardly ever get much further. But to reach the essence of comfort you must say, “I know.” “Ifs,” “maybes,” and “buts” are sure murderers of peace and comfort. Doubts are dreary things in times of sorrow. Like wasps they sting the soul! If I have any suspicion that Christ is not mine, then there is vinegar mingled with the gall of death; but if I know that Jesus lives for me, then darkness is not dark: even the night is light all about me. Surely if Job, in those ages before the coming and advent of Christ, could say, “I know,” we should not speak any less positively. God forbid, however, that our positiveness should be based on presumption. Let us see that we have the correct evidence, lest we build upon an ungrounded hope; and then let us not be satisfied with the mere foundation, for it is from the higher rooms that we get the widest view. A living Redeemer, truly mine, is joy unspeakable.