Evening, May 28
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“This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.”
Lamentations 3:21
Memory is frequently the bond slave of despondency. Dispairing minds
call to remembrance every dark foreboding in the past, and dilate
upon every gloomy feature in the present; thus memory, clothed in
sackcloth, presents to the mind a cup of mingled gall and wormwood.
There is, however, no necessity for this. Wisdom can readily transform
memory into an angel of comfort. That same recollection which in its
left hand brings so many gloomy omens, may be trained to bear in its
right a wealth of hopeful signs. She need not wear a crown of iron,
she may encircle her brow with a fillet of gold, all spangled with
stars. Thus it was in Jeremiah’s experience: in the previous verse memory had brought him to deep
humiliation of soul: “My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me;” and now this same memory restored him to life and comfort. “This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.” Like a two-edged sword, his memory first killed his pride with one
edge, and then slew his despair with the other. As a general principle,
if we would exercise our memories more wisely, we might, in our very
darkest distress, strike a match which would instantaneously kindle
the lamp of comfort. There is no need for God to create a new thing
upon the earth in order to restore believers to joy; if they would
prayerfully rake the ashes of the past, they would find light for
the present; and if they would turn to the book of truth and the throne
of grace, their candle would soon shine as aforetime. Be it ours to
remember the lovingkindness of the Lord, and to rehearse his deeds
of grace. Let us open the volume of recollection which is so richly
illuminated with memorials of mercy, and we shall soon be happy. Thus
memory may be, as Coleridge calls it, “the bosom-spring of joy,” and when the Divine Comforter bends it to his service, it may be
chief among earthly comforters.