© 1994-2017, Scott Sperling
The Frailty of Life
“For what else can be said where heat and cold bring equal danger? Then, in
what direction soever you turn, all surrounding objects not only may do harm,
but almost openly threaten and seem to present immediate death. Go on board a
ship, you are but a plank’s breadth from death. Mount a horse, the stumbling of a
foot endangers your life. Walk along the streets, every tile upon the roofs is a
source of danger. If a sharp instrument is in your own hand, or that of a friend,
the possible harm is manifest. All the savage beasts you see are so many beings
armed for your destruction. Even within a high-walled garden, where everything
ministers to delight, a serpent will sometimes lurk. Your house, constantly
exposed to fire, threatens you with poverty by day, with destruction by night.
Your fields, subject to hail, mildew, drought, and other injuries, denounce
barrenness, and thereby famine. I say nothing of poison, treachery, robbery, some
of which beset us at home, others follow us abroad. Amid these perils, must not
man be very miserable, as one who, more dead than alive, with difficulty draws
an anxious and feeble breath, just as if a drawn sword were constatly suspended
over his neck?... But when once the light of Divine Providence has illumined the
believer’s soul, he is relieved and set free, not only from the extreme fear and
anxiety which formerly oppressed him, but from all care. For as he justly
shudders at the idea of chance, so he can confidently commit himself to God.
This, I say, is his comfort, that his heavenly Father so embraces all things under
his power—so governs them at will by His nod—so regulates them by His
wisdom, that nothing takes place save according to His appointment; that
received into His favour, and entrusted to the care of His angels, neither fire, nor
water, nor sword, can do him harm, except in so far as God their master is
pleased to permit.”
-- John Calvin (1509-1564)
Out in the Fields of God
The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday,
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what might happen,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod
Where ill thoughts die and good are born—
Out in the fields with God.
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
Perspective
“If a man that is desperately sick today, did believe he should arise sound the
next morning; or a man today, in despicable poverty, had assurance that he
should tomorrow arise a prince; would they be afraid to go to bed?”
-- Richard Baxter (1615-1691)
The Purposes of Adversity
“[W]hen He exposes us to adversities, it is either to prove our perfections or
correct our imperfections; and in return for our patient endurance of the
sufferings of time, He reserves for us an everlasting reward.”
-- Augustine (354-430)