God has created me
to do Him some definite service; He has committed some work to me, which He has
not committed to another. I have my mission – I never may know it in this life,
but I should be told it in the next. Somehow, I am necessary for His purposes,
as necessary in my place as an Archangel in his – if, indeed, I fail, He can
raise another, as He could make the stones children of Abraham. Yet, I have a
part in this great work; I am a link in the chain, a bond of connection between
persons. He has not created me for naught. I shall do good, I shall do His
work; I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place, while
not intending it, if I do but keep His commandments and serve Him in my
calling.
Therefore I will
trust Him. Whatever, wherever I am, I can never be thrown away. If I am in
sickness, my sickness may serve Him; in perplexity, my perplexity may serve
Him; if I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him. My sickness, or perplexity, or
sorrow may be necessary causes of some great end, which is quite beyond us. He
does nothing in vain; He may prolong my life, He may shorten it; He knows what
He is about; He may take away my friends; He may throw me among strangers; He
may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide the future from me -
still He knows what He is about.
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