Morning, May 20, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“Wondrously show Your lovingkindness.” — Psalm 17:7
When we give our hearts with our monetary gifts, we give well, but we must often confess to a failure in this respect. Not so with our Master and our Lord. His favors are always performed with the love of his heart. He does not send to us the cold meat and the leftovers from the table of his luxury, but he shares our portion from his own dish, and seasons our provisions with the spices of his fragrant affections. When he puts the golden tokens of his grace into our palms, he accompanies the gift with such a warm pressure of our hand, that the manner of his giving is as precious as the gift itself. He will come into our houses upon his errands of kindness, and he will not act as some austere visitors do in the poor man’s cottage, but he sits by our side, not despising our poverty, nor blaming our weakness. Beloved, with what a smile does he speak! What golden sentences drop from his gracious lips! What embraces of affection does he confer upon us! If he had but given us pennies, the way of his giving would have gilded them; but as it is, the costly alms are set in a golden basket by his pleasant carriage. It is impossible to doubt the sincerity of his charity, for there is a bleeding heart stamped upon the face of all his benefactions. He gives to all generously and without reproach. There is not one hint that we are burdensome to him; not one cold look for his poor recipients; but he rejoices in his mercy, and presses us in his embrace while he is pouring out his life for us. There is a fragrance in his healing salve which nothing but his heart could produce; there is a sweetness in his honeycomb which could not be in it unless the very essence of his soul’s affection had been mingled with it. Oh! The rare communion which such extraordinary heartful care accomplishes! May we continually taste and know the sacredness of it!