Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Aug 20, 2008 2:01:29 GMT -5
STRENGTH FROM THE SORROW
After Moses died, the Lord spoke to Joshua, saying, "
Moses my servant is dead; now, you arise and go over the Jordan" (Joshua 1:1-2).
Sorrow came to you yesterday, and emptied your home. Your first impulse now is to give up, and sit down in despair amid the wrecks of your hopes. But you dare not do it. You are in the line of battle, and the crisis is at hand. To falter a moment would be to imperil some holy interest. Other lives would be harmed by your pausing, holy interests would suffer, should your hands be folded. You must not linger even to indulge your grief.
A distinguished general related this pathetic incident of his own experience in time of war. The general's son was a lieutenant of battery. An assault was in progress. The father was leading his division in a charge; as he pressed on in the field, suddenly his eye was caught by the sight of a dead battery-officer lying just before him. One glance showed him it was his own son. His fatherly impulse was to stop beside the loved form and give vent to his grief, but the duty of the moment demanded that he should press on in the charge; so, quickly snatching one hot kiss from the dead lips, he hastened away, leading his command in the assault.
Weeping inconsolably beside a grave can never give back love's banished treasure, nor can any blessing come out of such sadness. Sorrow makes deep scars; it writes its record ineffaceably on the heart which suffers.
We really never get over our great griefs; we are never altogether the same after we have passed through them as we were before. Yet there is a humanizing and fertilizing influence in sorrow which has been rightly accepted and cheerfully borne.
Indeed, they are poor who have never suffered, and have none of sorrow's marks upon them. The joy set before us should shine upon our grief as the sun shines through the clouds, glorifying them.
God has so ordered, that in pressing on in duty we shall find the truest, richest comfort for ourselves. Sitting down to brood over our sorrows, the darkness deepens about us and creeps into our heart, and our strength changes to weakness. But, if we turn away from the gloom, and take up the tasks and duties to which God calls us, the light will come again, and we shall grow stronger. --J. R. Miller
Thou knows that through our tears Of hasty, selfish weeping
Comes surer sin, and for our petty fears of loss thou hast in keeping
A greater gain than all of which we dreamed;
Thou knows that in grasping The bright possessions which so precious seemed we lose them;
but if, clasping Thy faithful hand, we tread with steadfast feet
the path of thy appointing,
There waits for us a treasury of sweet delight, royal anointing
With oil of gladness and of strength.
--Helen Hunt Jackson
STREAMS IN THE DESERT
compiled by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
After Moses died, the Lord spoke to Joshua, saying, "
Moses my servant is dead; now, you arise and go over the Jordan" (Joshua 1:1-2).
Sorrow came to you yesterday, and emptied your home. Your first impulse now is to give up, and sit down in despair amid the wrecks of your hopes. But you dare not do it. You are in the line of battle, and the crisis is at hand. To falter a moment would be to imperil some holy interest. Other lives would be harmed by your pausing, holy interests would suffer, should your hands be folded. You must not linger even to indulge your grief.
A distinguished general related this pathetic incident of his own experience in time of war. The general's son was a lieutenant of battery. An assault was in progress. The father was leading his division in a charge; as he pressed on in the field, suddenly his eye was caught by the sight of a dead battery-officer lying just before him. One glance showed him it was his own son. His fatherly impulse was to stop beside the loved form and give vent to his grief, but the duty of the moment demanded that he should press on in the charge; so, quickly snatching one hot kiss from the dead lips, he hastened away, leading his command in the assault.
Weeping inconsolably beside a grave can never give back love's banished treasure, nor can any blessing come out of such sadness. Sorrow makes deep scars; it writes its record ineffaceably on the heart which suffers.
We really never get over our great griefs; we are never altogether the same after we have passed through them as we were before. Yet there is a humanizing and fertilizing influence in sorrow which has been rightly accepted and cheerfully borne.
Indeed, they are poor who have never suffered, and have none of sorrow's marks upon them. The joy set before us should shine upon our grief as the sun shines through the clouds, glorifying them.
God has so ordered, that in pressing on in duty we shall find the truest, richest comfort for ourselves. Sitting down to brood over our sorrows, the darkness deepens about us and creeps into our heart, and our strength changes to weakness. But, if we turn away from the gloom, and take up the tasks and duties to which God calls us, the light will come again, and we shall grow stronger. --J. R. Miller
Thou knows that through our tears Of hasty, selfish weeping
Comes surer sin, and for our petty fears of loss thou hast in keeping
A greater gain than all of which we dreamed;
Thou knows that in grasping The bright possessions which so precious seemed we lose them;
but if, clasping Thy faithful hand, we tread with steadfast feet
the path of thy appointing,
There waits for us a treasury of sweet delight, royal anointing
With oil of gladness and of strength.
--Helen Hunt Jackson
STREAMS IN THE DESERT
compiled by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman