[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0525":3},"MAY 25\r\nI endure all things for the sake of God's own people; so that they also may obtain salvation ... and with it eternal glory (2 Tim.\r\n2:10, Weymouth).\r\nIf Job could have known as he sat there in the ashes, bruising his\r\nheart on this problem of Providence-that in the trouble that had\r\ncome upon him he was doing what one man may do to work out the problem for the world, he might again have taken courage. No man  fives to himself. Job's fife is but your fife and mine written in\r\nlarger text.... So, then, though we may not know what trials wait\r\non any of us, we can believe that as the days in which Job wrestled with his dark maladies are the only days that make him worth\r\nremembrance, and but for which his name had never been written in the book of fife, so the days through which we struggle, finding no\r\nway, but never losing the fight, will be the most significant we\r\nare called to live. --Robert Collyer\r\nWho does not know that our most sorrowful days have been amongst our best? When the face is wreathed in smiles and we trip lightly\r\nover meadows bespangled with spring flowers, the heart Is often running to waste.\r\nThe soul which is always blithe and gay misses the deepest fife. It\r\nhas its reward, and it is satisfied to its measure, though that\r\nmeasure is a very scanty one. But the heart is dwarfed; and the\r\nnature, which is capable of the highest heights, the deepest\r\ndepths, is undeveloped; and life presently bums down to its socket without having known the resonance of the deepest chords of joy.\r\n\"Blessed are they that mourn.\" Stars shine brightest in the tong  dark night of winter. The gentians show their fairest bloom amid almost inaccessible heights of snow and ice.\r\nGod's promises seem to wait for the pressure of pain to trample out their richest juice as in a wine-press. Only those who have\r\nsorrowed know how tender is the \"Man of Sorrows.\" --Selected.\r\nThou hast but little sunshine, but thy long glooms are wisely\r\nappointed thee; for perhaps a stretch of summer weather would have  made thee as a parched land and barren wilderness. Thy Lord knows\r\n\r\nbest, and He has the clouds and the sun at His disposal. --Selected.\r\n\"It is a gray day.\" \"Yes, but dinna ye see the patch of blue?\" --Scotch Shoemaker.",1783499793058]