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July 3
"The illfavoured and leanfleshed kine did eat up
the seven wellfavoured and fat kine." -- Genesis 41:4
Pharaoh's dream has too
often been my waking experience. My days of sloth have ruinously destroyed all
that I had achieved in times of zealous industry; my seasons of coldness have
frozen all the genial glow of my periods of fervency and enthusiasm; and my
fits of worldliness have thrown me back from my advances in the divine life. I
had need to beware of lean prayers, lean praises, lean duties, and lean
experiences, for these will eat up the fat of my comfort and peace. If I
neglect prayer for never so short a time, I lose all the spirituality to which
I had attained; if I draw no fresh supplies from heaven, the old corn in my
granary is soon consumed by the famine which rages in my soul. When the
caterpillars of indifference, the cankerworms of worldliness, and the
palmerworms of self-indulgence, lay my heart completely desolate, and make my
soul to languish, all my former fruitfulness and growth in grace avails me
nothing whatever. How anxious should I be to have no lean-fleshed days, no
ill-favoured hours! If every day I journeyed towards the goal of my desires I
should soon reach it, but backsliding leaves me still far off from the prize of
my high calling, and robs me of the advances which I had so laboriously made.
The only way in which all my days can be as the "fat kine," is to
feed them in the right meadow, to spend them with the Lord, in His service, in
His company, in His fear, and in His way. Why should not every year be richer
than the past, in love, and usefulness, and joy?--I am nearer the celestial
hills, I have had more experience of my Lord, and should be more like Him. O
Lord, keep far from me the curse of leanness of soul; let me not have to cry,
"My leanness, my leanness, woe unto me!" but may I be well-fed and
nourished in Thy house, that I may praise Thy name.