“In due season we shall reap if we faint not” (Gal. vi. 9).
If the least of us could only anticipate the eternal issues that will
probably spring from the humblest services of faith, we should only count
our sacrifices and labors unspeakable heritages of honor and opportunity,
and would cease to speak of trials and sacrifices for God.
The smallest grain of faith is a deathless and incorruptible germ, which
will yet plant the heavens and cover the earth with harvests of
imperishable glory. Lift up your head, beloved, the horizon is wider than
the little circle that you can see. We are living, we are suffering, we
are laboring, we are trusting, for the ages yet to come. “Let us not be
weary in well doing for in due season we shall reap if we faint not,” and
with tears of transport we shall cry some day, “Oh, how great is thy
goodness which Thou hast laid up for them that fear Thee, which Thou hast
wrought for them that trust in Thee before the sons of men.”
Help me to-day to live under the powers of the world to come, and to live
as a man in heaven walking upon the earth.