p. 9 | God's Care by G. B. Thompson

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Jul 23, 1914

God's Care

By G. B. Thompson

WORRY? Yes, most people do, but why the Christian? “Casting all your care upon Him; for he careth for you.” 1 Peter 5:7.

Can we, amid the sorrow and perplexities of life, when the heart aches, and when the fondest dreams of life fail of being realized, cast all on the Lord? When tossed on Adria, and neither sun, moon, nor stars have appeared in many days, can we safely let our Maker carry the load? Listen:—

Look up, on any night when the stars are clear, and you will see at its post the same sentinel star which God commanded of old to guard the throne of the eternal North. Arcturus and his sons are still circling around the pole, as they were when the Almighty answered Job out of the whirlwind, and challenged him to lead forth that prince of the ethereal host on his way. Orion is still girt with his blazing bands as he climbs the steep ascent of the eastern sky. The sweet influences of the Pleiades are still unbound. The signs and seasons are still numbered upon the glittering belt of Mazzaroth.

There they stand, from century to century, upheld by nothing save God's invisible hand, withdrawn to an inconceivable distance from us in the silent and awful depths of space,—every star a world, and many of them a million times larger than our earth,—and yet there is no jar, no collision, no falling out of the ranks, no change of place. All earthly things fade and pass away. The whole order of human society has been repeatedly changed, revolutionized, and set up anew while the flood of ages sweeps along. But the hosts of heaven are marshaled forth in the same symmetrical order upon the measureless fields of space. The clouds and the tempests of earth have not dimmed the light of the stars. The shock of armies and the thunder of a thousand battles have not shaken one gem from the diadem of night. No hostile hand has hurled the sons of the morning from their flaming thrones.

Can we not as believers in him who marshaled the host of heaven, and calleth them forth by name, come to him with our little load of trials and perplexities, and lay it down in his almighty arms? Let us lay aside our unbelieving worry.

G. B. THOMPSON.