I was feeling a bit beat down this evening.
I came come from my evening of teaching a men’s seminar, fully convinced that I had done more to confuse than to clarify, concerned that I have not spent adequate time with my bride and son lately, worried that my doctoral term paper will not be completed in time, and disappointed that my weight has not fallen for yet another week (This week’s TWOB post is forthcoming). So, I sat down to read sermon from Charles Spurgeon and was refreshed by these words:
“Nothing will so enlarge the intellect, nothing so magnify the whole soul of man, as a devout, earnest, continued investigation of the great subject of the Deity. And, whilst humbling and expanding, this subject is eminently consolatory. Oh, there is, in contemplating Christ, a balm for every wound; in musing on the Father, there is a quietus for every grief; and in the influence of the Holy Ghost, there is a balsam for every sore. Would you lose your sorrows? Would you drown your cares? Then go, plunge yourself in the Godhead’s deepest sea; be lost in his immensity; and you shall come forth as from a couch of rest, refreshed and invigorated. I know nothing which can so comfort the soul; so calm the swelling billows of grief and sorrow; so speak peace in the winds of trial, as a devout musing upon the subject of the Godhead.” (From “The Immutability of God” in The New Park Street Pulpit)