| J.R. Miller D.D. | Page 5 |
A summer tourist writes of finding a fresh water spring beside the sea, as sweet as any that ever gushed from amid the rocks on the mountain side. He took his cup and drank of the water that bubbled up in the sand. Soon the tide rolled in again; pouring its brackish flood over the little spring, and burying it out of sight for hours. But when again the bitter surf flowed out, the spring was found sweet as ever. So it is with the peace of God in the believer’s heart. It dwells deep. In the day of joy it sings and is glad. Then sorrow comes and the salt floods pour over the life, covering it. But when the sorrow is past the heart’s peace remains sweet and joyous as ever.
A party of tourists were driving one day along the road to Killarney. As they approached a cottage near the drive, they heard singing. The voice that sang was sweet and rich, and of wondrous power. The members of the party were entranced. They stopped to listen as the notes of the song rose higher and clearer. Presently a young girl came out of the cottage with a basket on her arm.
“Please tell us who is singing so sweetly in your cottage,” one of the party asked of her.
“It is only my Uncle Tim, sir,” answered the girl.
“He has just had a bad turn with his leg, and he is singing away the pain.”
“Is he young? Can he ever get over the trouble?” asked the young man.
“Oh, he is getting a bit old, now, sir,” replied the girl.
“The doctors say he’ll never be any better in this world – but he’s so good it would make you cry to see him suffering this terrible pain, and then hear him singing the more sweetly the more he is suffering.”
That is what the peace of God will help us to do. It gives us songs in the night. It puts joy into our hearts when we are in the midst of sorest trouble. It turns our thorns into roses.
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