“A summer’s sun, even when beclouded, yields more comfort and warmth to the earth than winter’s sun that shines brightest.”
The comforts of the Spirit at their lowest, are far superior to the joys of the world at their highest pitch. When saints are mourning, their inward peace is still superior to that of worldlings, when their mirth and revelry overflow all bounds.
Lord, I had rather take the worst from thee than the best from thine enemy. Only do thou graciously shine within me, and let mine outward condition be as dull as thou pleasest.
—Charles H. Spurgeon
Illustrations and Meditations, 25.
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