Spurgeon: November PM
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"The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in
the rocks."
--Proverbs 30:26
Conscious of their own natural defenselessness, the conies
resort to burrows in the rocks, and are secure from their
enemies. My heart, be willing to gather a lesson from these
feeble folk. Thou art as weak and as exposed to peril as the
timid cony, be as wise to seek a shelter. My best security is
within the munitions of an immutable Jehovah, where His
unalterable promises stand like giant walls of rock. It will be
well with thee, my heart, if thou canst always hide thyself in
the bulwarks of His glorious attributes, all of which are
guarantees of safety for those who put their trust in Him.
Blessed be the name of the Lord, I have so done, and have found
myself like David in Adullam, safe from the cruelty of my enemy;
I have not now to find out the blessedness of the man who puts
his trust in the Lord, for long ago, when Satan and my sins
pursued me, I fled to the cleft of the rock Christ Jesus, and in
His riven side I found a delightful resting-place. My heart,
run to Him anew to-night, whatever thy present grief may be;
Jesus feels for thee; Jesus consoles thee; Jesus will help thee.
No monarch in his impregnable fortress is more secure than the
cony in his rocky burrow. The master of ten thousand chariots is
not one whit better protected than the little dweller in the
mountain's cleft. In Jesus the weak are strong, and the
defenceless safe; they could not be more strong if they were
giants, or more safe if they were in heaven. Faith gives to men
on earth the protection of the God of heaven. More they cannot
need, and need not wish. The conies cannot build a castle, but
they avail themselves of what is there already: I cannot make
myself a refuge, but Jesus has provided it, His Father has given
it, His Spirit has revealed it, and lo, again to-night I enter
it, and am safe from every foe.