![]() Let us for a few minutes consider our own weakness.Ĥ. A self-sufficient man can no more understand this promise, than a coal heaver can understand Greek: he has never been in a position in which to understand it he has never learned his own need of another’s strength, and therefore he cannot possibly understand the value of a promise which consists in giving to us a strength beyond our own. We must first have a good idea of the great depth of our own weakness, before we shall be able to behold the brightness of this rich and exceedingly precious promise. Now, beloved, since this is daytime with our hearts, it will be necessary for us to go down the deep well of old remembrances of our past trials and troubles. To keep to my simile, if this promise is like a star, you know that you cannot see the stars in the daytime when we stand here upon the upper land we must go down a deep well, and then we shall be able to see them. First, the SELF-WEAKNESS HINTED AT IN THE TEXT. In addressing you this morning, I shall first have to notice the self-weakness which is implied in our text secondly, I shall come to the great promise of the text and then I shall try and draw one or two inferences from it, before I conclude.ģ. We do not love nights, but we do love stars we do not love weakness, but we do bless God for the promise that is to sustain us in our weakness we do not admire winter, but we do admire the glittering snow we must shudder at our own trembling weakness, but we still do bless God that we are weak because it makes room for the display of his own invincible strength in fulfilling such a promise as this.Ģ. Our sins make room for a Saviour our frailties make room for the Holy Spirit to correct them all our wanderings make room for the good Shepherd, that he may seek us and bring us back. My dear friends, if you and I had been without trouble, we never could have had such a promise as this given to us:-“ As your days, so shall your strength be.” It is our weakness that has made room for God to give us such a promise as this. Well now, translate those two ideas, and you will see why it is that even our sin, our lost and ruined estate, has been made the means, in the hand of God, of showing to us the excellencies of his character. Much of God’s marvellous miracles of hoar frost must have been hidden from us, if it had not been for the cold chill of winter, which, when it robs us of one beauty, gives us another,-when it takes away the emerald of verdure, it gives us the diamond of ice-when it casts from us the bright rubies of the flowers, it gives us the fair white ermine of snow. But if it were not for winter we should never see the glistening crystals of the snow we should never behold the beautiful festoons of the icicles that hang from the eaves. We might feel sad, that all the flowers of summer must die, and all the fruits of autumn must be gathered into their storehouse, that every tree must be stripped, and that all the fields must lose their fair flowers. Night seems to be the great friend of the stars: they must be all unseen by eyes of men, if they had not been set in the foil of darkness. ![]() ![]() I should never have considered the heavens, the work of your fingers, oh my God, if you had not first covered the sun with a thick mantle of darkness: the moon and the stars, which you have ordained, would never have been bright in my eyes, if you had not hidden the light of the sun and bidden it retire within the curtains of the west. But how much reason have we to bless God for nights! for if it should not be for nights how much of beauty would never be discovered. When we have seen the hills clad with verdure to their summit, and the seas washing their base with a silver glory when we have stretched our eye far away, and have seen the widening prospect full of loveliness and beauty, we have felt sad that the sunlight should ever set upon such a scene, and that so much beauty should be shrouded in the oblivion of darkness. Beloved, it seems a sad thing that every day must die and be followed by a night. Spurgeon, At The Music Hall, Royal Surrey Gardens.Īs your days, so shall your strength be ( Deut 33:25)ġ. A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, August 22, 1858, By Pastor C. ![]()
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