“He is Faithful that Promised.”
“The days of thy mourning shall be ended.” Isa. ix, 20. Christ's people are a weeping band, though there be much in this lonely world to make them joyous and happy. When they think of sin, their own sins and the unblushing sins of a world in which their God is dishonored, need we wonder at their tears, that they should be called “mourners,” and their pilgrimage-home a “valley of tears?” Bereavement, and sickness, and poverty, and death, following the track of sin, add to their mourning experience; and with many of God's best beloved, one tear is scarce dried, when another is ready to flow. Mourners rejoice. When the reaping time comes, the weeping time ends. When the white robe and the golden harp are bestowed, every remnant of sackcloth attire is removed. The moment the pilgrim whose forehead is furrowed with woe, bathes it in the crystal river of life, that moment the pangs of a lifetime of sorrow, are eternally forgotten. Reader! If thou art one of these careworn ones, the days of thy mourning are numbered. A few more throbbings of this aching heart and then the angels shall proclaim that your sorrow, and sighing, and mourning are ended. Seek now to mourn thy sins more than thy sorrows. Reserve thy bitterest tears for the forgetfulness of thy dear Lord. The saddest and sorest of all bereavements, is when the sins which have separated thee from him evade the anguished cry, “Where is my God?”