For, lo, the winter is past, the rain
is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the
singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our
land. Song of Solomon 2:11, 12.
This lovely morning all nature appears
fresh and beautiful. Earth has put on her summer robes of green and
is smiling in almost Edenic loveliness.
I think our enjoyment of the summertime
is heightened by the memory of the long, cold months of winter; and
on the other hand, the hope of summer helps us to endure more
cheerfully the winter’s reign. If we were to permit our minds to
dwell upon the barrenness and desolation with which the ice king
surrounds us, we might be very unhappy; but, being wiser than this,
we look forward in anticipation to the coming springtime, which is to
bring back the birds, awaken the sleeping flowers, clothe the earth
in her robes of green, and fill the air with light and fragrance and
song.
The Christian’s sojourn in this world
may be fitly compared to the long, cold winter. Here we experience
trials, sorrows and disappointments, but we should not permit our
minds to dwell upon these. Let us rather look forward with hope and
faith to the coming summer when we shall be welcomed to our Eden
home, where all is light and joy, where all is peace and love.
Had the Christian never experienced the
storms of affliction in this world, had his heart never been chilled
by disappointment or oppressed by fear, he would scarcely know how to
appreciate heaven. We will not be despondent, though often weary,
sad, and heartsick; the winter will not always last. The summer of
peace, joy, and eternal gladness soon will come. Then Christ will
dwell with us and will lead us to fountains of living waters, and
will wipe all tears from our eyes.
Let nothing ... hinder you from making
thorough work for eternity.... There will be no chilling winds, no
wintry colds, but an eternal summer. There is light for the
intellect, love that is abiding, sincere. There will be health and
immortality, vigor for every faculty. There will be shut out forever
every sorrow and every grief. ~Our High Calling, by E.G. White
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