Evening, November 20
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“The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the
rocks.”
Proverbs 30:26
Conscious of their own natural defencelessness, the conies resort
to burrows in the rocks, and are secure from their enemies. My heart,
be willing to gather a lesson from these feeble folk. Thou art as
weak and as exposed to peril as the timid cony; be as wise to seek
a shelter. My best security is within the munitions of an immutable
Jehovah, where his unalterable promises stand like giant walls of
rock. It will be well with thee, my heart, if thou canst always hide
thyself in the bulwarks of his glorious attributes, all of which are
guarantees of safety for those who put their trust in him. Blessed
be the name of the Lord, I have so done, and have found myself like
David in Adullam, safe from the cruelty of my enemy; I have not now
to find out the blessedness of the man who puts his trust in the Lord,
for long ago, when Satan and my sins pursued me, I fled to the cleft
of the rock Christ Jesus, and in his riven side I found a delightful
resting-place. My heart, run to him anew tonight, whatever thy present
grief may be; Jesus feels for thee; Jesus consoles thee; Jesus will
help thee. No monarch in his impregnable fortress is more secure than
the cony in his rocky burrow. The master of ten thousand chariots
is not one whit better protected than the little dweller in the mountain’s cleft. In Jesus the weak are strong, and the defenceless safe; they
could not be more strong if they were giants, or more safe if they
were in heaven. Faith gives to men on earth the protection of the
God of heaven. More they cannot need, and need not wish. The conies
cannot build a castle, but they avail themselves of what is there
already: I cannot make myself a refuge, but Jesus has provided it,
his Father has given it, his Spirit has revealed it, and lo, again
tonight I enter it, and am safe from every foe.