Post by Betty on Jul 10, 2006 3:51:27 GMT -5
Polish Comes Through Trouble
"He hath made me a polished shaft" (Isa. 49:2).
There is a very famous "Pebble Beach" at
Pescadero, on the California coast. The long line
of white surf comes up with its everlasting roar,
and rattles and thunders among the stones on the
shore. They are caught in the arms of the
pitiless waves, and tossed and rolled, and rubbed
together, and ground against the sharp-grained
cliffs. Day and night forever the ceaseless
attrition goes on--never any rest. And the
result?
Tourists from all the world flock thither to
gather the round and beautiful stones. They are
laid up in cabinets; they ornament the parlor
mantels. But go yonder, around the point of the
cliff that breaks off the force of the sea; and
up in that quiet cove, sheltered from the storms,
and lying ever in the sun, you shall find
abundance of pebbles that have never been chosen
by the traveler.
Why are these left all the years through
unsought? For the simple reason that they have
escaped all the turmoil and attrition of the
waves, and the quiet and peace have left them as
they found them, rough and angular and devoid of
beauty. Polish comes through trouble.
Since God knows what niche we are to fill, let us
trust Him to shape us to it. Since He knows what
work we are to do, let us trust Him to drill us
to the proper preparation.
"O blows that smite! O hurts that pierce
This shrinking heart of mine!
What are ye but the Master's tools
Forming a work Divine?"
"Nearly all God's jewels are crystallized tears."
This classic devotional is the unabridged edition of
Streams in the Desert. This first edition was published
in 1925 and the wording is preserved as originally
written. Connotations of words may have changed over the
years and are not meant to be offensive.
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"He hath made me a polished shaft" (Isa. 49:2).
There is a very famous "Pebble Beach" at
Pescadero, on the California coast. The long line
of white surf comes up with its everlasting roar,
and rattles and thunders among the stones on the
shore. They are caught in the arms of the
pitiless waves, and tossed and rolled, and rubbed
together, and ground against the sharp-grained
cliffs. Day and night forever the ceaseless
attrition goes on--never any rest. And the
result?
Tourists from all the world flock thither to
gather the round and beautiful stones. They are
laid up in cabinets; they ornament the parlor
mantels. But go yonder, around the point of the
cliff that breaks off the force of the sea; and
up in that quiet cove, sheltered from the storms,
and lying ever in the sun, you shall find
abundance of pebbles that have never been chosen
by the traveler.
Why are these left all the years through
unsought? For the simple reason that they have
escaped all the turmoil and attrition of the
waves, and the quiet and peace have left them as
they found them, rough and angular and devoid of
beauty. Polish comes through trouble.
Since God knows what niche we are to fill, let us
trust Him to shape us to it. Since He knows what
work we are to do, let us trust Him to drill us
to the proper preparation.
"O blows that smite! O hurts that pierce
This shrinking heart of mine!
What are ye but the Master's tools
Forming a work Divine?"
"Nearly all God's jewels are crystallized tears."
This classic devotional is the unabridged edition of
Streams in the Desert. This first edition was published
in 1925 and the wording is preserved as originally
written. Connotations of words may have changed over the
years and are not meant to be offensive.
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