When God afflicts his child, the chastisement is applied in love, and his strokes are, all of them, put there by the hand of love.
The rod has been baptized in deep affection before it is laid on the believer’s back.
God does not afflict willingly, nor grieve us for nothing, but out of love and affection, because he perceives that if he leaves us unchastised, we shall bring upon ourselves misery ten thousand-fold greater than we shall suffer by his slight rebukes, and the gentle blows of his hand.
He is chastising you, not punishing you; he is correcting you in measure, he is not smiting you in wrath.
There is no hot displeasure in his heart.
Even though his brow may be ruffled, there is no anger in his breast; even though his eye may have closed upon you, he does not hate you - he loves you still.
It is simply because he loves you, because you are sons, that he therefore chastises you.
Bend meekly down before his superior wisdom, and say - “O God I believe that in the darkness you are brewing light, that in the storm-clouds you are gathering sunshine, that in the deep mines you are fashioning diamonds, and in the beds of the sea you are making pearls."
I believe that however unfathomable may be your designs, yet they have a bottom.
Though it is in the whirlwind and in the storm, you have a way, and that way is good and righteous altogether.
I would not have you alter one atom of your dispensations, it shall be just as you will.
I bow before you, and I give my ignorance the command to hold its tongue, and to be silenced while your wisdom speaks words of right.
~Charles Spurgeon~
The rod has been baptized in deep affection before it is laid on the believer’s back.
God does not afflict willingly, nor grieve us for nothing, but out of love and affection, because he perceives that if he leaves us unchastised, we shall bring upon ourselves misery ten thousand-fold greater than we shall suffer by his slight rebukes, and the gentle blows of his hand.
He is chastising you, not punishing you; he is correcting you in measure, he is not smiting you in wrath.
There is no hot displeasure in his heart.
Even though his brow may be ruffled, there is no anger in his breast; even though his eye may have closed upon you, he does not hate you - he loves you still.
It is simply because he loves you, because you are sons, that he therefore chastises you.
Bend meekly down before his superior wisdom, and say - “O God I believe that in the darkness you are brewing light, that in the storm-clouds you are gathering sunshine, that in the deep mines you are fashioning diamonds, and in the beds of the sea you are making pearls."
I believe that however unfathomable may be your designs, yet they have a bottom.
Though it is in the whirlwind and in the storm, you have a way, and that way is good and righteous altogether.
I would not have you alter one atom of your dispensations, it shall be just as you will.
I bow before you, and I give my ignorance the command to hold its tongue, and to be silenced while your wisdom speaks words of right.
~Charles Spurgeon~
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