司布真每日靈修(夜) Evening by Evening 九月七日 經文: 海上有憂愁，不得平靜。（耶利米書四十九：23） 我們不知道此刻在海上會有甚麼令人擔憂的事情。我們安坐在自己的家中，在遠處的大海上，現在可能正有一風暴殘酷地襲擊船隻，要毀滅一些人的生命。請聽在甲板上死亡的咆哮！當波濤好像破城槌般擊打著船隻，請看船身是如何戰慄！可憐的、濕透的、疲乏的人啊，上帝能助你！我的祈禱上達於海洋陸地之主，祂將平靜風浪，領你進入久盼的避風港！在祈禱以外，我應作更多的事。我應該為那些經常冒險的壯漢作些有益的事。那狂暴的海洋經常吞噬水手，海上死亡的憂愁在寡婦孤兒的哀泣中迴盪著。許多母親和妻子的眼中所流的是海洋的鹹淚。毫無惻隱之心的巨浪啊，你已吞噬了婦人的愛和家庭的支柱。當海交出其中的死人，從地底深處復活的人是不計其數的！海上的憂愁將持續至那個時刻。好像對著地土的憂患表同情，海洋永遠拍擊著無際的海岸，像海鳥般悲鳴。她以煩躁空洞之響聲轟隆著，以喧囂之不滿譫語著，以兇暴之怒氣顛簸著，或與成萬喃喃細語的卵石爭閙著。這不是我們安息之處，洶湧澎湃的巨浪也如此告訴我們。有一地是沒有海洋的，我們的臉堅定地朝向那地。我們要往主告訴我們的地方去。到那時，我們將憂傷交託給主，祂是那位行走在海面上的主。祂為自己的百姓在海洋深處開出一條路來。 Evening, September 7 Scripture: “There is sorrow on the sea; it cannot be quiet.”(Jeremiah 49:23) Little know we what sorrow may be upon the sea at this moment. We are safe in our quiet chamber, but far away on the salt sea the hurricane may be cruelly seeking for the lives of men. Hear how the death fiends howl among the cordage; how every timber starts as the waves beat like battering rams upon the vessel! God help you, poor drenched and wearied ones! My prayer goes up to the great Lord of sea and land, that he will make the storm a calm, and bring you to your desired haven! Nor ought I to offer prayer alone, I should try to benefit those hardy men who risk their lives so constantly. Have I ever done anything for them? What can I do? How often does the boisterous sea swallow up the mariner! Thousands of corpses lie where pearls lie deep. There is death-sorrow on the sea, which is echoed in the long wail of widows and orphans. The salt of the sea is in many eyes of mothers and wives. Remorseless billows, ye have devoured the love of women, and the stay of households. What a resurrection shall there be from the caverns of the deep when the sea gives up her dead! Till then there will be sorrow on the sea. As if in sympathy with the woes of earth, the sea is for ever fretting along a thousand shores, wailing with a sorrowful cry like her own birds, booming with a hollow crash of unrest, raving with uproarious discontent, chafing with hoarse wrath, or jangling with the voices of ten thousand murmuring pebbles. The roar of the sea may be joyous to a rejoicing spirit, but to the son of sorrow the wide, wide ocean is even more forlorn than the wide, wide world. This is not our rest, and the restless billows tell us so. There is a land where there is no more sea—our faces are steadfastly set towards it; we are going to the place of which the Lord hath spoken. Till then, we cast our sorrows on the Lord who trod the sea of old, and who maketh a way for his people through the depths thereof. https://glorypress/devotional/FaithAndLifeOneYearBook.asp?bid=5
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