Evening Devotional By C.H. Spurgeon "The dove came in to him in the evening." —
Gen_8:11 Blessed be the Lord for another day of mercy, even though
I am now weary with its toils. Unto the preserver of men lift I my song of
gratitude. The dove found no rest out of the ark, and therefore returned to it;
and my soul has learned yet more fully than ever, this day, that there is no
satisfaction to be found in earthly things-God alone can give rest to my
spirit. As to my business, my possessions, my family, my attainments, these are
all well enough in their way, but they cannot fulfil the desires of my immortal
nature. "Return unto thy rest, O my soul, for the Lord hath dealt
bountifully with thee." It was at the still hour, when the gates of the
day were closing, that with weary wing the dove came back to the master: O
Lord, enable me this evening thus to return to Jesus. She could not endure to
spend a night hovering over the restless waste, not can I bear to be even for
another hour away from Jesus, the rest of my heart, the home of my spirit. She
did not merely alight upon the roof of the ark, she "came in to him;"
even so would my longing spirit look into the secret of the Lord, pierce to the
interior of truth, enter into that which is within the veil, and reach to my
Beloved in very deed. To Jesus must I come: short of the nearest and dearest
intercourse with him my panting spirit cannot stay. Blessed Lord Jesus, be with
me, reveal thyself, and abide with me all night, so that when I awake I may be
still with thee. I note that the dove brought in her mouth an olive branch
plucked off, the memorial of the past day, and a prophecy of the future. Have I
no pleasing record to bring home? No pledge and earnest of lovingkindness yet
to come? Yes, my Lord, I present thee my grateful acknowledgments for tender
mercies which have been new every morning and fresh every evening; and now, I
pray thee, put forth thy hand and take thy dove into thy bosom.
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