Psalms 84:6

       “Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well, the
       rain also filleth the pools.” 
              — Psalms 84:6

This teaches us that the comfort obtained by a one may often prove
serviceable to another; just as wells would be used by the company who
came after. We read some book full of consolation, which is like
Jonathan’s rod, dropping with honey. Ah! we think our brother has been
here before us, and digged this well for us as well as for himself.
Many a “Night of Weeping,” “Midnight Harmonies,” an “Eternal Day,” “A
Crook in the Lot,” a “Comfort for Mourners,” has been a well digged by
a pilgrim for himself, but has proved quite as useful to others.
Specially we notice this in the Psalms, such as that beginning, “Why
art thou cast down, O my soul?” Travellers have been delighted to see
the footprint of man on a barren shore, and we love to see the waymarks
of pilgrims while passing through the vale of tears.

The pilgrims dig the well, but, strange enough, it fills from the top
instead of the bottom. We use the means, but the blessing does not
spring from the means. We dig a well, but heaven fills it with rain.
The horse is prepared against the day of battle, but safety is of the
Lord. The means are connected with the end, but they do not of
themselves produce it. See here the rain fills the pools, so that the
wells become useful as reservoirs for the water; labour is not lost,
but yet it does not supersede divine help.

Grace may well be compared to rain for its purity, for its refreshing
and vivifying influence, for its coming alone from above, and for the
sovereignty with which it is given or withheld. May our readers have
showers of blessing, and may the wells they have digged be filled with
water! Oh, what are means and ordinances without the smile of heaven!
They are as clouds without rain, and pools without water. O God of
love, open the windows of heaven and pour us out a blessing!

On this day…

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