"Say not ye, there are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? Behold, I say unto you, lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest." John iv. 35.
My soul, the month hath opened most graciously; the season of the year is very interesting; all the reapers of the fruits of the earth are now busy in the fields to gather in the food that perisheth. Oh! let it never be said of thee," The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and thou art not saved!" Jerem. viii. 20. Pause, my soul, over the sweet words of Jesus, in the evening and cool of the day, and consider their import. As in nature there is a seed time and harvest, so is there in grace. And we are told, that the Lord hath given "the appointed weeks of harvest." 'At what season dost thou now stand? Surely, thou art advanced to the time of ripening. How wilt thou discover this? Is there not a similarity here also between nature and grace? As the ripened corn becomes more full and ponderous, and golden and weighty, and, in proportion to ripeness, bends nearer to the earth; so the child of God, the better he is prepared for the garner of heaven, the more is he filled with spiritual attainments; becoming lower in his own eyes, and Jesus increasingly precious and exalted. And when the Lord gives the signal for his harvest-time, he cometh to the grave "like a shock of corn in full season." Precious Lord of the harvest! I beseech thee, carry on thy work in my heart, and let thy kingdom there be as thou hast described it, where the good seed is cast into the ground, and it springeth up and groweth, men know not how. Oh! prepare me for the harvest, that when, at thy command, the angel of death shall put in the sickle, I may be gathered to thy garner in heaven! Amen.