Labors Which Befit The Season
“He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.”
The winds are getting colder now. While there is much to look forward to in the changing seasons, let us not become too comfortable in warming ourselves with things of this world. Seasons of sorrow and uncertainty are guaranteed to all of us, and are no excuse to wring our hands in worry. A little sleep a little slumber a little folding of hands… Instead let us put our hand to the plow and go forth in “labors which befit the season.”
In the words of Matthew Henry, “Wherever we are we may find good work to do, if we have but hearts to do it…and we may well trust God to provide for us without our anxious disquieting cares.”
Keep a quiet heart, ignore the forecast, sow your seeds, and bear fruit that will only become sweeter with frost.
“Losses, crosses, heaviness, sickness, poverty, and a thousand other ills, are of the Lord’s sending, and come to us with wise design. Frosts kill noxious insects, and put a bound to raging diseases; they break up the clods, and sweeten the soil. O that such good results would always follow our winters of affliction!
How we prize the fire just now! how pleasant is its cheerful glow! Let us in the same manner prize our Lord, who is the constant source of warmth and comfort in every time of trouble. Let us draw nigh to him, and in him find joy and peace in believing. Let us wrap ourselves in the warm garments of his promises, and go forth to labours which befit the season, for it were ill to be as the sluggard who will not plough by reason of the cold; for he shall beg in summer and have nothing.”