Christ My Comfort.

It is Christ’s love― I find in Christ―that comforts my heart; He is my portion truly, and a never failing one. I look into the word, and there I see it. Take a verse or two in Rom. 8, “Who shall lay anything to the charge of God’s elect? God that justifieth?” God cannot be inconsistent with Himself; He justifies. “Who is he that condemneth? Christ that died.” Ah, I look at the cross. I see it was love that took Him there, the deepest, purest love; will He condemn? “Yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us.” That same Jesus, who in weakness died, in sorrow and in love gave up His life upon the tree, lives evermore, O blessed truth, always thinking of His saints, ever caring for the welfare, their best, their highest interests. I see a type of Him in Joseph. How tender, how considerate is he for the comfort of those in whom his heart is interested. (Gen. 45). “Provision for the way” he makes, as well as rest, and honor, and abundance for the future. And will Jesus be lees careful for His own? Oh no! He knows the wilderness, and what its wants and sorrows are, and every blessing, spiritual and temporal, that His saints may need He surely will supply. (Phil. 4:1919But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:19).) The comfort of His presence, the enjoyment of His love, is the soul’s first and highest desire. All else is secondary; but He cares for the minutest thing, and that all the journey through.