this is my favorite of Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening entries. i find myself going back to it over and over…
Evening, August 14
“I know their sorrows.”
The child is cheered as he sings, “This my father
knows”; and shall not we be comforted as we discern that our dear
Friend and tender soul-husband knows all about us?
1. He is the Physician, and if he knows all,
there is no need that the patient should know. Hush, thou silly,
fluttering heart, prying, peeping, and suspecting! What thou knowest
not now, thou shalt know hereafter, and meanwhile Jesus, the beloved
Physician, knows thy soul in adversities. Why need the patient analyze
all the medicine, or estimate all the symptoms? This is the Physician’s
work, not mine; it is my business to trust, and his to prescribe. If he
shall write his prescription in uncouth characters which I cannot read,
I will not be uneasy on that account, but rely upon his unfailing skill
to make all plain in the result, however mysterious in the working.
2. He is the Master, and his knowledge is to
serve us instead of our own; we are to obey, not to judge: “The servant
knoweth not what his lord doeth.” Shall the architect explain his plans
to every hodman on the works? If he knows his own intent, is it not
enough? The vessel on the wheel cannot guess to what pattern it shall
be conformed, but if the potter understands his art, what matters the
ignorance of the clay? My Lord must not be cross-questioned any more by
one so ignorant as I am.
3. He is the Head. All understanding centres
there. What judgment has the arm? What comprehension has the foot? All
the power to know lies in the head. Why should the member have a brain
of its own when the head fulfils for it every intellectual office?
Here, then, must the believer rest his comfort in sickness, not that he
himself can see the end, but that Jesus knows all. Sweet Lord, be thou
for ever eye, and soul, and head for us, and let us be content to know
only what thou choosest to reveal.