This Morning's Meditation
C. H. Spurgeon
"Thou hast made summer and winter."—Psalm 74:17.
Y soul
begin this wintry month with thy God. The cold snows and the piercing
winds all remind thee that He keeps His covenant with day and night, and
tend to assure thee that He will also keep that glorious covenant which
He has made with thee in the person of Christ Jesus. He who is true to
His Word in the revolutions of the seasons of this poor sin-polluted
world, will not prove unfaithful in His dealings with His own
well-beloved Son.
Winter in the soul
is by no means a comfortable season, and if it be upon thee just now it
will be very painful to thee: but there is this comfort, namely, that the Lord
makes it. He sends the sharp blasts of adversity to nip the buds of
expectation: He scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes over the once
verdant meadows of our joy: He casteth forth His ice like morsels
freezing the streams of our delight. He does it all, He is the great
Winter King, and rules in the realms of frost, and therefore thou canst
not murmur. Losses, crosses, heaviness, sickness, poverty, and a
thousand other ills, are of the Lord's sending, and come to us with wise
design. Frosts kill noxious insects, and put a bound to raging
diseases; they break up the clods, and sweeten the soul. O that such
good results would always follow our winters of affliction!
How we prize the
fire just now! how pleasant is its cheerful glow! Let us in the same
manner prize our Lord, who is the constant source of warmth and comfort
in every time of trouble. Let us draw nigh to Him, and in Him find joy
and peace in believing. Let us wrap ourselves in the warm garments of
His promises, and go forth to labours which befit the season, for it
were ill to be as the sluggard who will not plough by reason of the
cold; for he shall beg in summer and have nothing.
