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December 1
"Thou hast made summer and winter."¡XPsalm 74:17
My 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.