Faith’s Check Book
By Charles H. Spurgeon
DOING WHAT GOD CAN BLESS
"The Lord shall command the blessing upon thee in thy,
storehouses, and in all that thou settest thine hand unto" Deuteronomy
28:8
If we obey the Lord our God He will bless that which He
gives us. Riches are no curse when blessed of the Lord. When men have more than
they require for their immediate need, and begin to lay up in store-houses, the
dry rot of covetousness or the blight of hard-heartedness is apt to follow the
accumulation; but with God’s blessing it is not so. Prudence arranges the
saving, liberality directs the spending, gratitude maintains consecration, and
praise sweetens enjoyment. It is a great mercy to have God’s blessing in one’s
iron safe, and on one’s banking account.
What a favor is made ours by the last clause! "The Lord
shall bless thee in all that thou settest thine hand unto." We would not
put our hand to anything upon which we dare not ask God’s blessing, neither
would we go about it without prayer and faith. But what a privilege to be able
to look for the Lord’s help in every enterprise! Some talk of a lucky man: the
blessing of the Lord is better than luck. The patronage of the great is nothing
to the favor of God. Self-reliance is all very well; but the Lord’s blessing is
infinitely more than all the fruit of talent, genius, or tact.
Thought’s for the Quiet Hour
He touched the hollow of Jacob’s thigh in the sinew that
shrank
Genesis 32:32
Whatever it is that enables a soul, whom God designs to
bless, to stand out against Him, God will touch. It may be the pride of wealth,
or of influence, or of affection: but it will not be spared—God will touch it.
It may be something as natural as a sinew; but if it robs a man of spiritual
blessing God will touch it. It may be as small a thing as a sinew; but its
influence in making a man strong in his resistance of blessing will be enough
to condemn it—and God will touch it. And beneath that touch it will shrink and
shrivel, and you will limp to the end of life.
Remember that the sinew never shrinks save beneath the touch
of the angel hand—the touch of tender love.
F. B. Meyer