April 12

"Thou hast made the Most High thy habitation."—Psalms 91:9.

HOW spacious and how satisfying is such a home as this!

One of its chambers is that of invincible Power. No walls are so impregnable, no defences are so sure, as those of him who can sing, "A safe Stronghold our God is still." Sheltered behind these muniments I may laugh to scorn all the embattled hosts of hell. How feeble their weapons are, how empty their pomp, how doomed to defeat all the pride of their onslaught!

And another of its chambers is that of unbreakable Truth. God in whom I hide is faith-loving and faith-keeping. There is not a great promise He has given which He is not both able and willing to fulfil for me. None of His good words shall fail—not the smallest and gentlest, not the vastest and most universal.

And another of its chambers is that of inexorable Right. What is just my Lord will do. What is in harmony with the perfect law He will give. And, though I have broken that law, I need not fear when Christ is mine. God's very rectitude is on my side, if I glory in the merits of my Saviour. He will forfeit His perfection if He forsakes me now.

But the best of its chambers is that of unquenchable Love. No earthly father loves like the God of my salvation, and there is no mother half so mild. His is the love that forgives, forbears, perseveres, abides. Many waters cannot quench it. Many slights and wounds cannot exhaust it. It is infinite and eternal, like Him from whom it comes.

A spacious home indeed! Do not all its windows open, like the windows of the chamber called Peace in the house called Beautiful, toward the sunrising?