the Third Week after Easter
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Daily Devotionals
Bowen's Daily Meditations
" Come now and let us reason together, saith the Lord."― Isaiah 1:18.
" Let there be an understanding between us. Let us talk over the points of difference between us, and see if we cannot come to a settlement. If you have any fault to find with me, state it. If I am not what you would have me be, put your objection into words. Be explicit. You alienate yourself from me, shun my paths, avoid all approaches to communion with me, shut up my word, look coldly on my people, and if you can possibly get anything else to think of, no matter how contemptible it be, you will not give a thought to me or to my solicitations. Again I say, be exploit, be honest. I will not object to any statement of your views, so that they be made in a spirit of frankness, and with a willingness to be enlightened. Come and let us reason together. Let ’us go by ourselves, where there may be no curiosity of man to interfere with the fullest intercommunication."
The Lord invites me to a conference with himself. Why should I not go? Why should I not state to God himself my difficulties. Is it right, is it honest, to be entertaining this lukewarmness, this aversion, and not be willing to have the grounds of it clearly defined? my soul, come to an understanding with thy God. The main difficulty with thee is a consciousness that after all the guilt will be found with thee, and not a particle of blame attach to God. But observe, my soul, how admirably this difficulty is met by his generous proposal. My sins are as scarlet, but he hastens to say that they shall be as white as snow. He meets me with a robe of justification, and royally adorns me at the very threshold of his house; so that I need not to dread the humiliating contrast of my rags with that resplendent audience-chamber. And if he so hasten to justify me, the most unholy of beings, shall I not be willing to justify him, the holiest and best? Yes, Lord, let me reason with thee; for where thou mightest condemn, there thou dost vouchsafe the most surprising promises, the most transporting tokens of love.
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