Spurgeon: April AM* 04/21/AM
"I know that my Redeemer liveth."
The marrow of Job's comfort lies in that little word
"My"--"My Redeemer," and in the fact that the Redeemer lives.
Oh! to get hold of a living Christ. We must get a property in
Him before we can enjoy Him. What is gold in the mine to me? Men
are beggars in Peru, and beg their bread in California. It is
gold in my purse which will satisfy my necessities, by
purchasing the bread I need. So a Redeemer who does not redeem
me , an avenger who will never stand up for my blood, of what
avail were such? Rest not content until by faith you can say
"Yes, I cast myself upon my living Lord; and He is mine." It may
be you hold Him with a feeble hand; you half think it
presumption to say, "He lives as my Redeemer;" yet, remember
if you have but faith as a grain of mustard seed, that little
faith entitles you to say it. But there is also another word
here, expressive of Job's strong confidence, " I know ." To say,
"I hope so, I trust so" is comfortable; and there are thousands
in the fold of Jesus who hardly ever get much further. But to
reach the essence of consolation you must say, "I know." Ifs,
buts, and perhapses, are sure murderers of peace and comfort.
Doubts are dreary things in times of sorrow. Like wasps they
sting the soul! If I have any suspicion that Christ is not mine,
then there is vinegar mingled with the gall of death; but if I
know that Jesus lives for me, then darkness is not dark: even
the night is light about me. Surely if Job, in those ages before
the coming and advent of Christ, could say, "I know," we
should not speak less positively. God forbid that our
positiveness should be presumption. Let us see that our
evidences are right, lest we build upon an ungrounded hope; and
then let us not be satisfied with the mere foundation, for it is
from the upper rooms that we get the widest prospect. A living
Redeemer, truly mine, is joy unspeakable.