July 21, Morning
C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling
"The daughter of Jerusalem hath shaken her head at thee." — Isaiah 37:22 · KJV
Reassured by the Word of the Lord, the poor trembling citizens of Zion grew bold, and shook their heads at Sennacherib's boastful threats. Strong faith enables the servants of God to look with calm contempt on their most haughty foes. We know that our enemies are attempting impossibilities. They seek to destroy the eternal life, which cannot die while Jesus lives; to overthrow the citadel against which the gates of hell shall not prevail. They kick against the goads, to their own wounding, and rush upon the bosses of Yahweh's buckler, to their own hurt. We know their weakness. What are they but men? And what is man but a worm? They roar and swell like waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame. When the Lord arises, they shall fly like chaff before the wind, and be consumed like crackling thorns. Their utter powerlessness to damage the cause of God and His truth may make the weakest soldiers in Zion's ranks laugh them to scorn. Above all, we know that the Most High is with us; and when He dresses Himself in arms, where are His enemies? If He comes forth from His place, the potsherds of the earth will not long contend with their Maker. His rod of iron shall dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel, and their very memory shall perish from the earth. Away, then, all fears; the kingdom is safe in the King's hands. Let us shout for joy, for the Lord reigns, and His foes shall be as straw for the dunghill. As surely as God's own word is true, neither earth nor hell, with all their crew, shall prevail against us; they have become a jest and a byword, for God is with us, we are His own, and our victory cannot fail.