"... Consider, that the greatest things with man, are little things with God. We call the mountains great, but what are they? They are but 'the small dust of the balance.' We call the nations great, and we speak of mighty empires, but the nations before him are but as 'a drop in the bucket.' We call the islands great and talk of England boastingly—yet God’s Word declares that 'He weighs the islands as though they were fine dust.' We speak of great men and of mighty—yet 'the inhabitants of the earth in his sight are but as grasshoppers.' We talk of ponderous orbs moving millions of miles from us—yet in God’s sight they are but little atoms dancing up and down in the sunbeam of existence!....
... You often will hear two Christians talk. One of them will say, 'O my troubles, and trials, and sorrows—they are so great I can hardly sustain them! I do not know how to bear my afflictions from day to day.' The other says, 'Ah! my troubles and trials are not less severe, but, nevertheless, they have been less than nothing. I could laugh at impossibilities, and say they shall be done.' What is the reason of the difference between these men? The secret is, that one of them carried his troubles, and the other did not. It does not matter to a porter how heavy a load may be, if he can find another to carry it all for him. But if he is to carry it all himself, of course he does not like a heavy load. So one man bears his troubles himself and gets his back nearly broken; but the other cast his troubles on the Lord.
Ah! it does not matter how heavy troubles are—if you can cast them on the Lord. The heavier they are so much the better, for the more you have got rid of, and the more there is laid upon the Rock. Never be afraid of troubles. However heavy they are, God’s eternal shoulders can bear them. He, whose omnipotence is verified by upholding revolving planets, and systems of enormous worlds—can well sustain you! Is his arm shortened, that he cannot save? Or is he weary, that he cannot uphold you? Your troubles are nothing to God, for the very 'clouds are the dust of his feet'.....
...Beloved, there is comfort, 'for the clouds are the dust of his feet.' He can scatter them in a moment. He can raise up his chosen servants, who have only to put their mouth to the trumpet, and one blast shall awaken the sleeping sentinels, and startle the sleeping camp. God has only to send out again some evangelist, some flying angel, and the churches shall wake up once more, and she who has been clothed in sackcloth, shall doff her garments of mourning and put on a garment of praise, instead of the spirit of heaviness. The day is coming, I hope, when Zion shall sit, not without her diadem, crownless; but with her crown on her head, she shall grasp her banner, take her shield, and, like that heroic maiden of old who roused a whole nation, shall go forth conquering and to conquer. We hope thus much, because 'the clouds are the dust of his feet.'.... "
(C. H. Spurgeon, August 19, 1855 - "What are the Clouds?")
**Does the fact that God can scatter the clouds in a moment bring you comfort or fear? Or are you indifferent to his power and authority? How can you be considered by God to be among his "Beloved" so that you might take COMFORT from that character of God which might otherwise inspire FEAR? Be comforted, or be afraid and SEEK comfort - but, I beg of you, please do NOT be indifferent....**
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