No Day Without the Sun

“When the stm is gone all the candles in the world caimot make it day.” Vain would be the attempt, though we should kindle a mountain of wax. So when the Lord denies comfort to a man, neither wealth, nor honour, nor power can enlighten the darkness of his mind. We can procure our own sorrow, but we cannot produce our own comfort. A secret curse eats out the heart of earthly joys when God does not smile upon them. Without God the world is, says Manton, “a deaf nut y which we crack, but find nothing in it but dust.” Vanity of vanities, all is vanity, till the Lord becomes our all in all. Reader, do you know this by personal experience y