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Morning and Evening

October 18, Morning

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"Thy paths drop fatness." — Psalm 65:11 · KJV

Many are "the paths of the Lord" that "drop fatness," but one especially is the path of prayer. No believer who is much in the prayer closet will need to cry, "My leanness, my leanness; woe unto me." Starving souls live at a distance from the mercy seat, and become like parched fields in a time of drought. Prevailing with God in wrestling prayer is sure to make the believer strong, if not happy. The nearest place to the gate of heaven is the throne of heavenly grace. Be much alone with Jesus, and you will have much assurance; be little alone with Him, and your religion will be shallow, polluted with many doubts and fears, and not sparkling with the joy of the Lord. Since the soul-enriching path of prayer is open to the very weakest saint; since no high attainments are required; since you are not bidden to come because you are an advanced saint, but freely invited if you are a saint at all — see to it, dear reader, that you are often in the way of private devotion. Be much on your knees, for so Elijah drew down rain on famished Israel's fields. There is another special path, dropping with fatness to those who walk in it: the secret walk of communion. Oh, the delights of fellowship with Jesus! Earth has no words to set forth the holy calm of a soul leaning on Jesus' breast. Few Christians understand it; they live in the lowlands and seldom climb to the top of Nebo; they live in the outer court and do not enter the holy place; they do not take up the privilege of priesthood. From a distance they see the sacrifice, but they do not sit down with the priest to eat of it, and enjoy the fat of the burnt offering. But, reader, sit forever under the shadow of Jesus; come up to that palm tree and take hold of its branches; let your Beloved be to you as the apple tree among the trees of the wood, and you shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness. O Jesus, visit us with Your salvation!