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Morning and Evening

January 25, Morning

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"I will mention the lovingkindnesses of the Lord, and the praises of the Lord, according to all that the Lord hath bestowed on us." — Isaiah 63:7 · KJV

And can you not do this? Are there no mercies you have known? Though you are gloomy now, can you forget that blessed hour when Jesus met you and said, "Come unto Me"? Can you not remember that rapturous moment when He snapped your fetters, dashed your chains to the ground, and said, "I came to break your bonds and set you free"? Or if the love of your espousals is forgotten, surely there is some precious milestone along the road of life, not yet overgrown with moss, on which you can read a happy memorial of His mercy to you. What — did you never have a sickness like the one you suffer now, and did He not restore you? Were you never poor before, and did He not supply your wants? Were you never in trouble before, and did He not deliver you? Arise, go to the river of your experience, pull up a few bulrushes, and weave them into an ark in which your infant-faith may float safely on the stream. Do not forget what your God has done for you; turn over the book of your remembrance, and consider the days of old. Can you not remember the hill Mizar? Did the Lord never meet you at Hermon? Have you never climbed the Delectable Mountains? Have you never been helped in time of need? Surely you have. Go back, then, a little way to the choice mercies of yesterday; and though all may be dark now, light up the lamps of the past, and they shall glitter through the darkness until you trust the Lord till the day breaks and the shadows flee away. "Remember, O Lord, thy tender mercies and thy lovingkindnesses, for they have been ever of old."