A Happy Storm — Spurgeon’s Morning Song, August 31
Happy storm that wrecks a man on such a rock as this!
O blessed hurricane that drives the soul to God and God alone!
There is no getting at our God sometimes
because of the multitude of our friends;
but when a man is so poor, so friendless, so helpless
that he has nowhere else to turn,
he flies into his Father’s arms, and is blessedly clasped therein!
When he is burdened with troubles so pressing and so peculiar,
that he cannot tell them to any but his God,
he may be thankful for them;
for he will learn more of his Lord then
than at any other time.
Oh, tempest-tossed believer, it is a happy trouble
that drives you to your Father!
Now that you have only your God to trust to,
see that you put your full confidence in Him.
Dishonour not your Lord and Master by unworthy doubts and fears;
but be strong in faith, giving glory to God.
Show the world that your God is worth ten thousand worlds to you.
Show rich men how rich you are
in your poverty — when the Lord God is your helper.
Show the strong man how strong
you are in your weakness —
when underneath you are the everlasting arms.
Now is the time for feats of faith and brave exploits!
Be strong and very courageous, and the Lord your God
shall certainly, as surely as He built the heavens and the earth,
glorify Himself in your weakness.
The grandeur of the arch of heaven
would be spoiled
if the sky were supported
by a single visible column,
and your faith would lose its glory
if it rested on anything discernible by the carnal eye.
May the Holy Spirit give you to rest in Jesus!
Mark Heard also reminds us here, “In the eye of the storm,
the friends of God suffer no permanent harm.”