Peace by Spurgeon

The Seventh-Day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · December 18, 1879

FromThe Review and Herald, Vol. 54, No. 25

Peace.

By Spurgeon

The believer’s peace is like a river for continuance. Look at it, rising as a little brook among the mosses of the lone green hill; beyond it leaps as a rugged cataract; anon, it flows along that fair valley, where the red deer wanders and the child loves to play; with hum of pleasant music the brook turns the village mill. Hearken to its changeful hum as it ripples over its pebbly bed, or leaps adown the wheel, or sports in eddies where the trees bend down their branches to kiss the current. Anon, the streamlet has become a river, and bears upon its flood full many a craft. Then its bosom swells, bridges with noble arches span it, and, grown vaster still, it becomes a stream broad enough to be an arm of Old Father Ocean, pouring its water-floods into the mighty main. The river abides the lapse of ages; it is no evanescent moving cloud or transient rain-flood, but in all its stages it is permanent.

“Men may come, and men may go, But I flow on forever.”

Evermore, throughout all generations, the river speedeth to its destined place. Such is the peace of the Christian. He has always reason for comfort. He has not a consolation like a swollen torrent, which is dried up under the hot sun of adversity; but peace is his rightful possession at all times. Ever is the river in its place. And even thus, come night, come day, come sickness, come health, come what will, the peace of God which passeth all understanding will keep the Christian’s heart and mind, through Jesus Christ.

—Spurgeon.