Daily Devotion - Mar 10 - ¥q¥¬¯u¨C¤éÆF­×(©]) Evening by Evening

司布真每日靈修(夜) Evening by Evening

三月十日

經文: 人……日子短少，多有患難。（約伯記十四：1）

知道自己不能避免災難，實在令人不甚愉快。可是這事實卻能使我們謙卑，並防止我們誇口說：「我永不動搖。」（詩三十：6）也能讓我們不致將自己的根深扎在這片泥土中，因為我們不久將被移植到天國的花園中。讓我們撤回要求這短暫福氣的呼聲。我們若能記住，世上所有的樹木已被木匠作了記號，我們就不會輕易將巢築在其上。我們的愛包含著預期死亡與分離的來臨。我們所愛的親友只是借給我們的，將他們歸還債主的時刻可能不遠了。屬世的貲財也確是如此，財富會長翼飛去。我們的健康也同樣是朝不保夕的。我們如同田野中脆弱的花朵，不會永久綻放。世上也沒有一處可容我們逃避苦難的利箭。在這短暫的歲月中，沒有人能避過憂傷。人的生命是充滿苦難的桶，要在其中尋找喜樂比從充滿鹽水的海洋中尋找蜜糖更困難。不要將你的喜好建立在屬世的事上，卻要尋求從上面來的事物。地上有蟲子來咬，也有賊挖窟窿來偷，在天上卻有永不止息和永�的喜樂。

Evening, March 10

Scripture: "Man ... is of few days, and full of trouble."(Job 14:1)

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 temporal mercies. 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 worldly goods. Do not riches take to themselves wings and fly away? Our health 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 here the moth devoureth, and the thief breaketh through, but there 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!

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