“In my prosperity I said I shall never be moved.” –Psalm 30:6
“Moab settled on his lees, he hath
not been emptied from vessel to vessel.” Give a man wealth; let his ships
bring home continually rich freights; let the winds and waves appear to be his
servants to bear his vessels across the bosom of the mighty deep; let his lands
yield abundantly: let the weather be propitious to his crops; let uninterrupted
success attend him; let him stand among men as a successful merchant; let him
enjoy continued health; allow him with braced nerve and brilliant eye to march
through the world, and live happily; give him the buoyant spirit; let him have
the song perpetually on his lips; let his eye be ever sparkling with joy–and
the natural consequence of such an easy state to any man, let him be the best
Christian who ever breathed, will be presumption; even David said, “I
shall never be moved;” and we are not better than David, nor half so good.
Brother, beware of the smooth places of the way; if you are treading them, or
if the way be rough, thank God for it. If God should always rock us in the cradle
of prosperity; if we were always dandled on the knees of fortune; if we had not
some stain on the alabaster pillar; if there were not a few clouds in the sky;
if we had not some bitter drops in the wine of this life, we should become
intoxicated with pleasure, we should dream “we stand;” and stand we
should, but it would be upon a pinnacle; like the man asleep upon the mast,
each moment we should be in jeopardy.
We bless God, then, for our afflictions;
we thank Him for our changes; we extol His name for losses of property; for we
feel that had He not chastened us thus, we might have become too secure.
Continued worldly prosperity is a fiery trial.
“Afflictions, though they seem
In mercy oft are sent.”