[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-1004":3},"OCTOBER 4\r\nSo the Lord blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning (Job 42:12).\r\nThrough his griefs Job came to his heritage. He was tried that his\r\ngodliness might be confirmed. Are not my troubles Intended to deepen my character and to robe me in graces I had little of\r\nbefore? I come to my glory through eclipses, tears, death. My ripest fruit grows against the roughest wall. Job's afflictions\r\nleft him with higher conceptions of God and lowlier thoughts of himself. \"Now,\" he cried, \"mine eye seeth thee.\"\r\nAnd if, through pain and loss, I feel God so near in His majesty\r\nthat I bend low before Him and pray, \"Thy will be done,\" I gain\r\nvery much. God gave Job glimpses of the future glory. In those\r\nwearisome days and nights, he penetrated within the veil and could say, 'I know that my Redeemer liveth.\" Surely the latter end of Job   was more blessed than the beginning.\r\n--In the Hour of Silence.\r\n\"Trouble never comes to a man unless she brings a nugget of gold in her hand.\"\r\nApparent adversity will finally turn out to be the advantage of the right if we are only willing to keep on working and to wait\r\npatiently. How steadfastly the great victor souls have kept at\r\ntheir work, dauntless and unafraid! There are blessings which we\r\ncannot obtain if we cannot accept and endure suffering. There are    joys that can come to us only through sorrow. There are revealings   of Divine truth which we can get only when earth's fights have gone  out There are harvests which can grow only after the plowshare has done its work. --Selected.\r\nOut of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive\r\ncharacters are seamed with scars; martyrs have put on their\r\ncoronation robes glittering with fire, and through their tears have the sorrowful first seen the gates of Heaven. --Chopin.\r\nI shall know by the gleam and glitter Of the golden chain you wear,\r\nBy your heart's calm strength in loving, Of the fire you have had to bear.\r\nBeat on, true heart, forever;\r\nShine bright, strong golden chain; And bless the cleansing fire\r\nAnd the furnace of living pain! --Adelaide Proctor.",1783499793913]