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<div class="head">Meditation for This Evening</div>
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<div class="pad2020" style="font-weight:bold">March 10<sup>th</sup><br><em>Evening Reading</em></div></div>
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<p>Man…is of few days, and full of trouble. — Job 14:1</p>
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<p>It may be of great service to us, before we fall asleep, to remember this mournful fact, for it may lead us to set loose by earthly things. There is nothing very pleasant in the recollection that we are not above the shafts of adversity, but it may humble us and prevent our boasting like the Psalmist in our morning’s portion. “My mountain standeth firm: I shall never be moved.” It may stay us from taking too deep root in this soil from which we are so soon to be transplanted into the heavenly garden. Let us recollect the frail tenure upon which we hold our <em>temporal mercies.</em> If we would remember that all the trees of earth are marked for the woodman’s axe, we should not be so ready to build our nests in them. We should love, but we should love with the love which expects death, and which reckons upon separations. Our dear relations are but loaned to us, and the hour when we must return them to the lender’s hand may be even at the door. The like is certainly true of our <em>worldly goods.</em> Do not riches take to themselves wings and fly away? Our <em>health</em> is equally precarious. Frail flowers of the field, we must not reckon upon blooming for ever. There is a time appointed for weakness and sickness, when we shall have to glorify God by suffering, and not by earnest activity. There is no single point in which we can hope to escape from the sharp arrows of affliction; out of our few days there is not one secure from sorrow. Man’s life is a cask full of bitter wine; he who looks for joy in it had better seek for honey in an ocean of brine. Beloved reader, set not your affections upon things of earth: but seek those things which are above, for <em>here</em> the moth devoureth, and the thief breaketh through, but <em>there</em> all joys are perpetual and eternal. The path of trouble is the way home. Lord, make this thought a pillow for many a weary head!</p>
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