“Although
the fig tree shall not blossom,
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour
of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield
no
meat; the flock shall be cut off from the
fold, and there shall be no
herd in the stalls:
yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the
God of my salvation” (Hab. 3:17, 18).
Observe,
I entreat you, how calamitous a circumstance is here supposed, and
how heroic a faith is expressed. It is really as if he said, “Though
I should be reduced to so great extremity as not to know where to
find my necessary food, though I should look around about me on an
empty house and a desolate field, and see the marks of the Divine
scourge where I had once seen the fruits of God’s bounty, yet I
will rejoice in the Lord.”
Methinks
these words are worthy of being written as with a diamond on a rock
forever. Oh, that by Divine grace they might be deeply engraven on
each of our hearts! Concise as the form of speaking in the text is,
it evidently implies or expresses the following particulars: That in
the day of his distress he would fly to God; that he would maintain a
holy composure of spirit under this dark dispensation, nay, that in
the midst of all he would indulge in a sacred joy in God, and a
cheerful expectation from Him. Heroic confidence! Illustrious faith!
Unconquerable love!–Doddridge.
Last
night I heard a robin
singing in the rain,
And
the raindrop’s patter
made a sweet refrain,
Making
all the sweeter the
music of the strain.
So,
I thought, when trouble comes,
as trouble will,
Why
should I stop singing?
Just beyond the hill
It
may be that sunshine floods
the green world still.
He
who faces the trouble
with a heart of cheer
Makes
the burden lighter.
If there falls a tear,
Sweeter
is the cadence in
the song we hear.
I
have learned your lesson,
bird with dappled wing,
Listening
to your music
with its lilt of spring
When
the storm-cloud darkens,
then’s the TIME to sing.
–Eben
E. Rexford
Taken from today's entry of Streams in the Desert (emphasis mine)
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