June 10

When my soul fainied in the, I remembered the Lord. — JONAH ii. 7,

Memory and Hope are twins. The latter can only work with
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the materials supplied by the former. Hope could paint nothing

on the blank canvas of the future unless its palette was charged by Memory. Memory brings the yarn which Hope weaves.

Our thankful remembrance of a past which was filled and moulded by God’s perpetual presence and care ought to make us sure of a future which shall, in like manner, be moulded. “Thou hast been my help”: if we can say that, then we may confidently pray, and be sure of the answer, “Leave me not, nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.” And if we feel, as memory teaches us to feel, that God has been working for us, and with us, we can say with another psalmist, “Thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever. Forsake not the work of Thine own hands “; and we can rise to His confidence: “The Lord will perfect that which conccrneth me.”

Our remembrance, even of our imperfections, and our losses, and our sorrows, may minister to our hope. For surely the life of every man on earth, but most eminently the life of a Christian man, is utterly unintelligible, a mockery and a delusion and an impossibility, if there be a God at all, unless it prophesies of a region in which imperfection will be ended, aspirations will be fulfilled, desires will be satisfied. We have so much that unless we are to have a great deal more, we had better have had nothing. We have so much that if there be a God at all, we must have a great deal more. The new moon with a ragged edge, even in its imperfection beautiful, is a prophet of the complete resplendent orb. ‘* On earth the broken arc, in heaven the perfect round.”

The memory of defeat may be the parent of the hope of victory. The stone Ebenezer, “Hitherto hath the Lord helped us,” was lifted to commemorate a victory that had been won on the very site where Israel, fighting the same foes, had once been beaten. There is no remembrance of failure so mistaken as that which takes the past failure as certain to be repeated in the future. Surely, though we have fallen seventy times seven — that is 490, is it not? — at the 491st attempt we may, and if we trust in God we shall, succeed.