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Harvest

 

When Noah and his family left the ark, and saw the new world, every appearance of cloud awakened their fears; and God, to tranquillize them, said, “I will not again smite any more every thing living, as I have done. While the earth remaineth, seed-time and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night, shall not cease.” And every time the sickle is put in, He tells us that He is a faithful God, and that we may always rely upon His Word.

 

Here we behold His goodness. For whom does He thus constantly and plenteously provide, but an unworthy, guilty, ungrateful world, who will overlook His kindness, and abuse His benefits, and turn His gifts into weapons of rebellion against Him! Were He to deal with them after their desert, or reward them according to their iniquities, the heavens over us would be brass, and the earth iron; the grain would perish in wetness, or be burnt up with drought, and there would hunger in all our dwellings, and while the children cried for bread, the mother would have none to give them.

 

Here we also trace the wisdom of God. For though all things are of God, He does not encourage sloth. Our activity is as necessary as our dependence. Though there is a part we cannot do, there is a part we can do; and if this be neglected, God will do nothing. We cannot furnish the soil; but we must manure it. We cannot produce the seed; but we must sow it. We cannot ripen the fields but we must reap it. “What thou givest them, that they gather.”

 

Let us be thankful that another of these pleasing and instructive periods has arrived. And while we see the valleys standing thick with corn, and hear the little hills rejoicing on every side, let us pray for the appointed weeks of harvest.

 

And remembering another and an infinitely more important oppor­tunity, may we give all diligence, while it continues to secure its bless­ings; lest, in the anguish of disappointment and the remorse of despair we are forced to exclaim, “The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not SAVED.” “Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” Put ye in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe.

 

 

Joel 3:15

 

Rev. Wm. Jay


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