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  "God is jealous." Nahum 1:2
  Your Lord is very  jealous of your love, O believer. Did he choose you? He cannot bear that  you should choose another. Did he buy you with his own blood? He cannot  endure that you should think that you are your own, or that you belong  to this world. He loved you with such a love that he would not stop in  heaven without you; he would sooner die than you should perish, and he  cannot endure that anything should stand between your heart's love and  himself. He is very jealous of your trust. He will not permit you to  trust in an arm of flesh. He cannot bear that you should hew out broken  cisterns, when the overflowing fountain is always free to you. When we  lean upon him, he is glad, but when we transfer our dependence to  another, when we rely upon our own wisdom, or the wisdom of a  friend--worst of all, when we trust in any works of our own, he is  displeased, and will chasten us that he may bring us to himself. He is  also very jealous of our company. There should be no one with whom we  converse so much as with Jesus. To abide in him only, this is true love;  but to commune with the world, to find sufficient solace in our carnal  comforts, to prefer even the society of our fellow Christians to secret  intercourse with him, this is grievous to our jealous Lord. He would  fain have us abide in him, and enjoy constant fellowship with himself;  and many of the trials which he sends us are for the purpose of weaning  our hearts from the creature, and fixing them more closely upon himself.  Let this jealousy which would keep us near to Christ be also a comfort  to us, for if he loves us so much as to care thus about our love we may  be sure that he will suffer nothing to harm us, and will protect us from  all our enemies. Oh that we may have grace this day to keep our hearts  in sacred chastity for our Beloved alone, with sacred jealousy shutting  our eyes to all the fascinations of the world!
  Evening
  "I will sing of mercy and judgment." Psalm 101:1
  Faith  triumphs in trial. When reason is thrust into the inner prison, with  her feet made fast in the stocks, faith makes the dungeon walls ring  with her merry notes as she cries, "I will sing of mercy and of  judgment. Unto thee, O Lord, will I sing." Faith pulls the black mask  from the face of trouble, and discovers the angel beneath. Faith looks  up at the cloud, and sees that
   "'Tis big with mercy and shall break
  In blessings on her head."
  There  is a subject for song even in the judgments of God towards us. For,  first, the trial is not so heavy as it might have been; next, the  trouble is not so severe as we deserved to have borne; and our  affliction is not so crushing as the burden which others have to carry.  Faith sees that in her worst sorrow there is nothing penal; there is not  a drop of God's wrath in it; it is all sent in love. Faith discerns  love gleaming like a jewel on the breast of an angry God. Faith says of  her grief, "This is a badge of honour, for the child must feel the rod;"  and then she sings of the sweet result of her sorrows, because they  work her spiritual good. Nay, more, says Faith, "These light  afflictions, which are but for a moment, work out for me a far more  exceeding and eternal weight of glory." So Faith rides forth on the  black horse, conquering and to conquer, trampling down carnal reason and  fleshly sense, and chanting notes of victory amid the thickest of the  fray.
   "All I meet I find assists me
  In my path to heavenly joy:
  Where, though trials now attend me,
  Trials never more annoy.
  "Blest there with a weight of glory,
  Still the path I'll ne'er forget,
  But, exulting, cry, it led me
  To my blessed Saviour's seat."   |   |  
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