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July 11
"After that ye have suffered awhile, make you
perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you." -- 1 Peter 5:10
You have seen the arch
of heaven as it spans the plain: glorious are its colours, and rare its hues.
It is beautiful, but, alas, it passes away, and lo, it is not. The fair colours
give way to the fleecy clouds, and the sky is no longer brilliant with the tints
of heaven. It is not established. How can it be? A glorious show made up of
transitory sun-beams and passing rain-drops, how can it abide? The graces of
the Christian character must not resemble the rainbow in its transitory beauty,
but, on the contrary, must be stablished, settled, abiding. Seek, O believer,
that every good thing you have may be an abiding thing. May your character not
be a writing upon the sand, but an inscription upon the rock! May your faith be
no "baseless fabric of a vision," but may it be builded of material
able to endure that awful fire which shall consume the wood, hay, and stubble
of the hypocrite. May you be rooted and grounded in love. May your convictions
be deep, your love real, your desires earnest. May your whole life be so
settled and established, that all the blasts of hell, and all the storms of
earth shall never be able to remove you. But notice how this blessing of being
"stablished in the faith" is gained. The apostle's words point us to
suffering as the means employed--"After that ye have suffered
awhile." It is of no use to hope that we shall be well rooted if no rough
winds pass over us. Those old gnarlings on the root of the oak tree, and those
strange twistings of the branches, all tell of the many storms that have swept
over it, and they are also indicators of the depth into which the roots have
forced their way. So the Christian is made strong, and firmly rooted by all the
trials and storms of life. Shrink not then from the tempestuous winds of trial,
but take comfort, believing that by their rough discipline God is fulfilling
this benediction to you.