Spurgeon: May AM
* 05/20/AM
"Marvellous lovingkindness."
--Psalm 17:7
When we give our hearts with our alms, we give well, but we
must often plead to a failure in this respect. Not so our Master
and our Lord. His favours are always performed with the love of
His heart. He does not send to us the cold meat and the broken
pieces from the table of His luxury, but He dips our morsel in
His own dish, and seasons our provisions with the spices of His
fragrant affections. When He puts the golden tokens of His grace
into our palms, He accompanies the gift with such a warm
pressure of our hand, that the manner of His giving is as
precious as the boon itself. He will come into our houses upon
His errands of kindness, and He will not act as some austere
visitors do in the poor man's cottage, but He sits by our side,
not despising our poverty, nor blaming our weakness. Beloved,
with what smiles does He speak! What golden sentences drop from
His gracious lips! What embraces of affection does He bestow
upon us! If He had but given us farthings, the way of His giving
would have gilded them; but as it is, the costly alms are set in
a golden basket by His pleasant carriage. It is impossible to
doubt the sincerity of His charity, for there is a bleeding
heart stamped upon the face of all His benefactions. He giveth
liberally and upbraideth not. Not one hint that we are
burdensome to Him; not one cold look for His poor pensioners;
but He rejoices in His mercy, and presses us to His bosom while
He is pouring out His life for us. There is a fragrance in His
spikenard which nothing but His heart could produce; there is a
sweetness in His honey-comb which could not be in it unless the
very essence of His soul's affection had been mingled with it.
Oh! the rare communion which such singular heartiness effecteth!
May we continually taste and know the blessedness of it!