October 28, Morning
C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling
"I have chosen you out of the world." — John 15:19 · KJV
Here is distinguishing grace and discriminating regard, for some are made the special objects of divine affection. Do not be afraid to dwell on this high doctrine of election. When your mind is most heavy and depressed, you will find it a bottle of the richest cordial. Those who doubt the doctrines of grace, or push them into the shade, miss the richest clusters of Eshcol; they lose the wine on the lees well refined, the fat things full of marrow. There is no balm in Gilead to compare with it. If the honey in Jonathan's wood, when merely touched, enlightened the eyes, this is honey that will enlighten your heart to love and learn the mysteries of the kingdom of God. Eat, and fear no surfeit; live on this choice dainty, and fear not that it will be too delicate a diet. Meat from the King's table will hurt none of His courtiers. Long to have your mind enlarged, that you may grasp more and more the eternal, everlasting, discriminating love of God. When you have climbed as high as election, linger on its sister mount, the covenant of grace. Covenant engagements are the fortifications of massive rock behind which we lie entrenched; covenant engagements with the surety, Christ Jesus, are the quiet resting places of trembling spirits. His oath, His covenant, His blood support me in the raging flood; when every earthly prop gives way, this still is all my strength and stay. If Jesus undertook to bring me to glory, and if the Father promised to give me to the Son as part of the infinite reward of the travail of His soul, then, my soul, until God Himself should be unfaithful, until Jesus should cease to be the truth, you are safe. When David danced before the ark, he told Michal that election made him do so. Come, my soul, exult before the God of grace, and leap for joy of heart.