MORNING MANNA          4/21/20

For many years some of my most cherished quotes has come from the pen of George Matheson. Considering our present circumstances I thought it would be good to share the following with you. You might want to read it twice or carry a copy of it in your Bible. Hope it helps!

 O  run with patience is a very difficult thing. Running is apt to  suggest  the absence of patience, the eagerness to reach the goal. We  commonly  associate patience with lying down. We think of it as the angel  that  guards the couch of the invalid. Yet, I do not think the invalid’s   patience the hardest to achieve.
 There is a patience which I  believe to be harder–the patience that  can run. To lie down in the  time of grief, to be quiet under the stroke  of adverse fortune, implies  a great strength; but I know of something  that implies a strength  greater still: It is the power to work under a  stroke; to have a great  weight at your heart and still to run; to have a  deep anguish in your  spirit and still perform the daily task. It is a  Christlike thing!


Many  of us would nurse our grief without crying if we were allowed to  nurse  it. The hard thing is that most of us are called to exercise our   patience, not in bed, but in the street. We are called to bury our   sorrows, not in lethargic quiescence, but in active service–in the   exchange, in the workshop, in the hour of social intercourse, in the   contribution to another’s joy. There is no burial of sorrow so difficult   as that; it is the “running with patience.” This was Thy patience, O   Son of man! It was at once a waiting and a running–a waiting for the   goal, and a doing of the lesser work meantime. I see Thee at Cana   turning the water into wine lest the marriage feast should be clouded. I   see Thee in the desert feeding a multitude with bread just to relieve a   temporary want. All, all the time, Thou wert bearing a mighty grief,   unshared, unspoken. Men ask for a rainbow in the cloud; but I would ask   more from Thee. I would be, in my cloud, myself a rainbow–a minister  to  others’ joy. My patience will be perfect when it can work in the   vineyard. –George Matheson