Thou hast made summer and winter. — Ps 74:17
My soul begin this wintry month with your God. The cold snows and the piercing winds all remind you, that He keeps His covenant with day and night, and tend to assure you that He will also keep that glorious covenant which He has made with you in the person of Christ Jesus. He who is true to His Word in the revolutions of the seasons of this poor sin-polluted world—will not prove unfaithful in His dealings with His own well-beloved Son.
Winter in the soul is by no means a comfortable season, and if it be upon you just now, it will be very painful to you but there is this comfort, namely—that the Lord makes it. He sends the sharp blasts of adversity to nip the buds of expectation. He scatters the hoarfrost like ashes over the once verdant meadows of our joy. He casts forth His ice like morsels freezing the streams of our delight. He does it all, He is the great Winter King, and rules in the realms of frost and therefore you cannot murmur.
Losses, crosses, heaviness, sickness, poverty, and a thousand other troubles—are of the Lord’s sending, and come to us with wise design. Frosts kill noxious insects, and put a bound to raging diseases. Winter in the soul breaks up the clods, and sweetens the soul. O that such good results would always follow our winters of affliction! How we prize the fire just now! how pleasant is its cheerful glow! Let us in the same manner prize our Lord, who is the constant source of warmth and comfort in every time of trouble. Let us draw near to Him, and in Him find joy and peace in believing. Let us wrap ourselves in the warm garments of His promises, and go forth to labors which befit the season, for it is bad to be as the sluggard who will not plough by reason of the cold; for he shall beg in summer and have nothing!
O that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men. — Ps 107:8
If we complained less, and praised more—we would be happier, and God would be more glorified.
Let us daily praise God for common mercies—common as we frequently call them, and yet so priceless, that when deprived of them—we are ready to perish! Let us bless God for the eyes with which we behold the sun; for the health and strength to walk abroad; for the bread we eat; for the clothing we wear. Let us praise Him that we are not cast out among the hopeless, or confined in prison among the guilty. Let us thank Him for liberty, for friends, for family associations and comforts. Let us praise Him, in fact, for everything which we receive from His bounteous hand, for we deserve little, and yet are most plenteously endowed.
But, beloved, the sweetest and the loudest note in our songs of praise should be of redeeming love. God’s redeeming acts towards His chosen people, are forever the favorite themes of their praise. If we know what redemption means, let us not withhold our sonnets of thanksgiving. We have been redeemed from the power of our corruptions, uplifted from the depth of sin in which we were naturally plunged. We have been led to the cross of Christ—our shackles of guilt have been broken off; we are no longer slaves but children of the living God, and can rightly expect the period when we shall be presented before the throne without spot or wrinkle or any such thing. Even now by faith we wave the palm-branch and wrap ourselves about with the fair linen which is to be our everlasting array, and shall we not unceasingly give thanks to the Lord our Redeemer? Child of God, can you be silent? Awake, awake, you inheritors of glory, and lead your captivity captive, as you cry with David, “Bless the Lord, O my soul and all that is within me, bless His holy name!” Let the new month begin with new songs!
Morning and Evening - December 1
Public domain content taken from Morning and Evening by Charles H. Spurgeon.