Peace of God

 

John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.

 

Hear the old man in the garret, with a crust of bread and a cup of cold water. Sickness has confined him these years within that narrow room. He is too poor to maintain an attendant. Some woman comes in to look to him in the morning and in the evening, and there he sits, in the depths of poverty. And you will suppose he sits and groans. No, brethren; he may sometimes groan when the body is weak, but usually he sits and sings; and when the visitor climbs the creaking staircase of that old house, where human beings scarcely ought to be allowed to live, and when he goes into that poor cramped-up room that is more fit to accommodate swine than men, he sits down upon that bottomless chair, and when he has squatted himself as well as he can upon the four cross pieces of it he begins to talk to him, and he finds him full of heaven. “Oh! sir,” he says, “my God is very kind to me.” Propped up he is with pillows, and full of pain in every member of his body? but he says, “Blessed be his name, he has not left me.” “Oh! sir, have enjoyed more peace and happiness in this room, out of which I have not gone for years,” — (the case is real that I am now describing) “I have enjoyed more happiness here than I ever did in all my life. My pains are great, sir, but they will not be for long; I am going home soon.” Ay, where he more troubled still, had he such rich consolation poured into his heart, he might endure all with a smile and sing in the furnace.

 

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