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Morning and Evening

April 21, Morning

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"I know that my Redeemer liveth." — Job 19:25 · KJV

The marrow of Job's comfort lies in that little word "my" — "my Redeemer" — and in the fact that the Redeemer lives. Oh, to get hold of a living Christ! We must get a property in Him before we can enjoy Him. What is gold in the mine to me? Men are beggars in Peru, and beg their bread in California. It is gold in my purse that will meet my needs, by purchasing the bread I want. So a Redeemer who does not redeem me, an avenger who will never stand up for my blood — of what use would such a one be? Rest not content until, by faith, you can say, "Yes, I cast myself on my living Lord, and He is mine." It may be you hold Him with a feeble hand; you half think it presumption to say, "He lives as my Redeemer"; yet remember, if you have but faith as a grain of mustard seed, that little faith entitles you to say it. But there is another word here, expressive of Job's strong confidence: "I know." To say, "I hope so, I trust so," is comfortable, and there are thousands in the fold of Jesus who hardly ever get much further. But to reach the essence of consolation, you must say, "I know." Ifs and buts and perhapses are sure murderers of peace and comfort. Doubts are dreary things in times of sorrow. Like wasps, they sting the soul! If I have any suspicion that Christ is not mine, then there is vinegar mingled with the gall of death; but if I know that Jesus lives for me, then darkness is not dark; even the night is light about me. Surely, if Job, in those ages before the coming of Christ, could say, "I know," we should not speak less positively. God forbid that our positiveness should be presumption. Let us see that our evidences are right, lest we build on an ungrounded hope; and then let us not be satisfied with the mere foundation, for it is from the upper rooms that we get the widest prospect. A living Redeemer, truly mine, is joy unspeakable.