November 9, Evening
C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling
"His place of defence shall be the munitions of rocks: bread shall be given him; his waters shall be sure." — Isaiah 33:16 · KJV
Do you doubt, O Christian — do you doubt whether God will fulfill His promise? Shall the fortress of rock be carried by storm? Shall the storehouses of heaven fail? Do you think that your heavenly Father, though He knows you have need of food and clothing, will yet forget you? When not a sparrow falls to the ground without your Father, and the very hairs of your head are all numbered, will you mistrust and doubt Him? Perhaps your affliction will continue on you until you dare to trust your God, and then it shall end. Many there are who have been tried and sorely vexed, till at last they were driven in sheer desperation to exercise faith in God, and the moment of their faith was the instant of their deliverance; they saw whether God would keep His promise or not. Oh, I pray you, doubt Him no longer! Please not Satan, and vex not yourself by indulging any more those hard thoughts of God. Think it no light matter to doubt Yahweh. Remember, it is a sin — and no little sin either, but in the highest degree criminal. The angels never doubted Him, nor the devils either; we alone, of all the beings God has made, dishonor Him by unbelief, and tarnish His honor by mistrust. Shame on us for this! Our God does not deserve to be so basely suspected; in our past life we have proved Him true and faithful to His word, and with so many instances of His love and kindness as we have received, and daily receive, at His hands, it is base and inexcusable that we let a doubt lodge within our heart. May we from now on wage constant war against doubts of our God — enemies to our peace and to His honor — and with unstaggering faith believe that what He has promised He will also perform. "Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief."