Devotion by C.H. Spurgeon
"I remember thee." — Jer_2:2
Let us note that Christ delights to think upon his
Church, and to look upon her beauty. As the bird returneth often to its nest,
and as the wayfarer hastens to his home, so doth the mind continually pursue
the object of its choice. We cannot look too often upon that face which we
love; we desire always to have our precious things in our sight. It is even so
with our Lord Jesus. From all eternity "His delights were with the sons of
men"; his thoughts rolled onward to the time when his elect should be born
into the world; he viewed them in the mirror of his foreknowledge. "In thy
book," he says, "all my members were written, which in continuance
were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them" (Psa_139:16). When the
world was set upon its pillars, he was there, and he set the bounds of the
people according to the number of the children of Israel. Many a time before
his incarnation, he descended to this lower earth in the similitude of a man;
on the plains of Mamre (Gen. 18), by the brook of Jabbok (Gen_32:24-30),
beneath the walls of Jericho (Jos_5:13), and in the fiery furnace of Babylon
(Dan_3:19, Dan_3:25), the Son of Man visited his people. Because his soul
delighted in them, he could not rest away from them, for his heart longed after
them. Never were they absent from his heart, for he had written their names
upon his hands, and graven them upon his side. As the breastplate containing
the names of the tribes of Israel was the most brilliant ornament worn by the
high priest, so the names of Christ's elect were his most precious jewels, and
glittered on his heart. We may often forget to meditate upon the perfections of
our Lord, but he never ceases to remember us. Let us chide ourselves for past
forgetfulness, and pray for grace ever to bear him in fondest remembrance.
Lord, paint upon the eyeballs of my soul the image of thy Son.
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