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The Jewelry of the Bible?
(from "The Preciousness of the Divine Promises" by Octavius Winslow)
The promises of God are the jewelry of the Bible!
Every page of the sacred volume is rich and sparkling with these divine
assurances of Jehovah's love, faithfulness, and power towards His people.
Upon no spot in this wilderness can the Christian plant his foot, strange and
untrodden though that path may be, but a gem from this casket meets his eye, the
sight of which inspires his heart with confidence, his spirit with comfort, his
soul with hope!
Imagine what would have been the condition of God's children apart from the
divine promises of which the blessed volume is so full. What must have been the
desolateness, the sadness, and the sinking, had we not the divine assurances of
God's Word to rely on; by which we are guided in our march heavenward, are
upheld in weakness, cheered in depression, and conducted step by step to final
blessedness.
The promises are comprehensive in their character, and adapted to all the varied
circumstances of our individual history. Child of God, you cannot conceive of
any condition in which you may be placed, any circumstance by which you may be
surrounded, any sorrow by which you may be depressed, any perils that may
confront you, any darkness that may overshadow you, or any needs that you may
have; in which you may not find some precious
promises of His blessed Word that meets your case!
The promises of Scripture are exceedingly precious because they are all signed
and sealed with the heart's blood of Jesus! They are the throbbings of the
infinite love of Jesus! The promises are but echoes of His heart sounding from
each page of the sacred volume!
If you are sin burdened or sorrow stricken, just stretch forth your hand and
receive these precious jewels as they flow out from the open casket of God's
Word!
The promises have stanched may a bleeding wound.
The promises have dried many a falling tear.
The promises have calmed many a disturbed mind.
The promises have guided your feet through many a labyrinth.
The promises have shed light on many a lonely path.
The promises, like voices of music, have broken sweetly on many a dreary night
of weeping and woe.
We have these rich clusters of precious promises bending down from the Tree of
Life!
We may pluck them at all times, in all seasons, and under all circumstances!
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