November 20, Evening

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks." — Proverbs 30:26 · KJV

Conscious of their own natural defenselessness, the rabbits take to burrows in the rocks, and are safe from their enemies. My heart, be willing to learn a lesson from these feeble folk. You are as weak and as exposed to peril as the timid rabbit; be as wise to seek a shelter. My best security is within the fortress of an unchanging Yahweh, where His unalterable promises stand like giant walls of rock. It will be well with you, my heart, if you can always hide yourself in the bulwarks of His glorious attributes, all of which are guarantees of safety to those who put their trust in Him. Blessed be the name of the Lord, I have done so, and have found myself, like David in Adullam, safe from the cruelty of my enemy. I need not now discover the blessedness of the man who trusts in the Lord, for long ago, when Satan and my sins pursued me, I fled to the cleft of the rock Christ Jesus, and in His riven side I found a delightful resting place. My heart, run to Him anew tonight, whatever your present grief may be; Jesus feels for you, Jesus consoles you, Jesus will help you. No monarch in his impregnable fortress is more secure than the rabbit in his rocky burrow. The master of ten thousand chariots is not one whit better protected than the little dweller in the mountain's cleft. In Jesus the weak are strong and the defenseless safe; they could not be stronger if they were giants, nor safer if they were in heaven. Faith gives to men on earth the protection of the God of heaven; more they cannot need, and need not wish. The rabbits cannot build a castle, but they avail themselves of what is already there; I cannot make myself a refuge, but Jesus has provided it — His Father has given it, His Spirit has revealed it — and lo, again tonight I enter it, and am safe from every foe.