my life?" Well, I have to say this-look beyond earth's dim dawns to that morning when the Sun of Righteousness shall arise to them that love His name, with healing in His wings. If we have to carry loads on aching backs till the end, be sure that when the night which is far spent is over, and the day which is at hand hath broken, every raindrop will be turned into a flashing rainbow when it is smitten by the level light, and every sorrow rightly borne be represented by a special and particular joy.

Only, brother, if our life is to be spent in His favour, it must be spent in His fear. And if our cares and troubles and sorrows and losses are to be transfigured hereafter, then we must keep very near Jesus Christ, who has promised to us that His joy will remain with us, and that our sorrows shall be turned into joys. If we trust to Him, the voices that have been raised in weeping will be heard in gladness, and earth's minor will be transposed by the great Master of the music into the key of Heaven's jubilant praise. If only" we look not at the things seen, but at the things which are not seen," then "our light affliction, which is but for a moment, will work out for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory"; and the weight will be no burden, but will bear up those who are privileged to bear it.

XXV.

The Waves of Time.

"THE times that went over him."-1 CHRON. xxix. 30.

HIS is a fragment from the chronicler's close of his life of King David. He is referring in it to other written authorities in which there are fuller particulars concerning his hero; and he says, "the Acts of David the King, first and last, behold they are written in the book of Samuel the with all his reign and his might, and the times that went over him, and over all Israel, and over all the kingdoms of the countries."

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Now I have ventured to isolate these words, because they seem to me to suggest some very solemn and stimulating thoughts about the true nature of life. They refer, originally, to the strange vicissitudes and extremes of fortune and condition which characterized, so dramatically and remarkably, the life of King David. Shepherd boy, soldier, court favourite, outlaw, freebooter and all but brigand; rebel, king, fugitive, saint, sinner, psalmist, penitent-he lived a life full of strongly marked alterations, and "the times that went over him" were singularly separate and different from each other. There are very few

of us who have such chequered lives as his. But the principle which dictated the selection by the chronicler of this somewhat strange phrase is true about the life of every man.

I.—Note, first, "the times" which make up each

life.

Now, by the phrase here the writer does not merely mean the succession of moments, but he wishes to emphasize the view that these are epochs, sections of "time," each with its definite characteristics and its special opportunities, unlike the rest that lie on either side of it. The great broad field of time is portioned out, like the strips of peasant allotments, which show a little bit here with one kind of crop upon it, bordered by another tiny morsel of ground, bearing another kind of crop. So the whole is patchy, and yet all harmonizes in effect if we look at it from high enough up. Thus each life is made up of a series, not merely of successive moments, but of well-marked epochs, each of which has its own character, its own responsibilities, its own opportunities, in each of which there is some special work to be done, some grace to be cultivated, some lesson to be learned, some sacrifice to be made; and if it is let slip it never comes back any more. "It might have been once, and we missed it, lost it for ever." The times pass over us, and every single portion has its own errand to us. Unless we are wide awake we let it slip, and are the poorer to all eternity for not having had in our heads the eyes of the wise man which discern both time and judgment." It is the same thought which is suggested by the well-known words of the cynical book of Ecclesiastes" To every thing there is a season and a

time "—an opportunity, a definite period-" for every purpose that is under the sun." It is the same thought which is suggested by Paul's words, " As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good to all men. In due season we shall reap if we faint not." There is a time for weeping and a time for laughing, a time for building up and a time for casting down. It is the same thought of life, and its successive epochs of opportunity never returning, which finds expression in the threadbare lines about "a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune," and, neglected, condemns the rest of a career to be hemmed in among creeks and shallows.

Through all the variety of human occupations, each moment comes to us with its own special mission, and yet, alas! to far too many of us the alternations do not suggest the question, What is it that I am hereby called upon to be or to do? to be or to do? What is the lesson that present circumstances are meant to teach, and the grace that my present condition is meant to force me to cultivate or exhibit? There is one point, as it were, upon the road where we may catch a view far away into the distance, and, if we are not on the look-out when we come there, we shall never get that glimpse at any other point along the path. The old alchemists used to believe that there was what they called the "moment of projection," when, into the heaving molten mass in their crucible, if they dropped the magic powder, the whole would turn into gold; an instant later, and there would be explosion and death; an instant earlier, and there would be no effect.

And so God's moments come to us; every one of them-if we had eyes to see and hands to grasp-a

crisis, affording opportunity for something for which all eternity will not afford a second opportunity, if the moment be let pass. The times went over him." And your life and mine is parcelled out into seasons which have their special vocation for and message

to us.

How solemn that makes our life! How it destroys the monotony that we sometimes complain of! How it heightens the low things and magnifies the apparently small ones! And how it calls upon us for a sharpened attention, that we miss not any of the blessings and gifts which God is meaning to bestow upon us, through the ministry of each moment! How it calls upon us for not only sharpened attention, but for a desire to know the meaning of each of the hours and of every one of His providences! And how it bids us, as the only condition of understanding the times, so as to know what we ought to do, keep our hearts in close union with Him, and ourselves ever standing, as becomes servants, girded and ready for work; and with the question on our lips and in our hearts, "Lord, what wouldst Thou have me to do; and what wouldst Thou have me to do now?" The lesson of the day has to be learned in the day, and at the moment when it is put in practice.

II. Another thought suggested by this text is, the power that moves the times.

As far as my text represents-and it is not intended to go to the bottom of everything-these times flow on over a man as a river might. But is there any power that moves the stream? Unthinking and sense-bound men-and we are all such, in the measure in which we are unspiritual-are contentod