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July 2
"Our heart shall rejoice in Him." -- Psalm
33:21
Blessed is the fact that Christians can
rejoice even in the deepest distress; although trouble may surround them, they
still sing; and, like many birds, they sing best in their cages. The waves may
roll over them, but their souls soon rise to the surface and see the light of
God's countenance; they have a buoyancy about them which keeps their head
always above the water, and helps them to sing amid the tempest, "God is
with me still." To whom shall the glory be given? Oh! to Jesus--it is all
by Jesus. Trouble does not necessarily bring consolation with it to the
believer, but the presence of the Son of God in the fiery furnace with him
fills his heart with joy. He is sick and suffering, but Jesus visits him and
makes his bed for him. He is dying, and the cold chilly waters of Jordan are
gathering about him up to the neck, but Jesus puts His arms around him, and
cries, "Fear not, beloved; to die is to be blessed; the waters of death
have their fountain-head in heaven; they are not bitter, they are sweet as nectar,
for they flow from the throne of God." As the departing saint wades
through the stream, and the billows gather around him, and heart and flesh fail
him, the same voice sounds in his ears, "Fear not; I am with thee; be not
dismayed; I am thy God." As he nears the borders of the infinite unknown,
and is almost affrighted to enter the realm of shades, Jesus says, "Fear
not, it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom." Thus
strengthened and consoled, the believer is not afraid to die; nay, he is even
willing to depart, for since he has seen Jesus as the morning star, he longs to
gaze upon Him as the sun in his strength. Truly, the presence of Jesus is all
the heaven we desire. He is at once
"The glory of our brightest days;
The comfort of our
nights."