When we awoke to the terrors—not the imaginary terrors, but the proper terrors of our condition, as without God and without hope in the world, how did we get peace but by looking off unto Jesus from that criminal self, where the longer and the more honest our search for anything good, the more hopeless was the prospect? Since then we have known much of the weariness of the journey, for the path of the Christian is not one exempt from trial and suffering; the Lord never promised that the tear should not flow: and what can keep us above it all but this, “We see Jesus”?
Like those around us in other things, we are unlike them in this. We see trial, we see sorrow, but we see Jesus. No mists from within, no clouds from the poor world around can hide Him from our view; all things may be in confusion around, the love of many waxing cold, myriads rushing headlong to destruction, but we see Jesus above it all.
May the blessed Spirit keep us occupied with Him; all else we can afford to part with.