Psalm 84:6

This teaches us that the comfort obtained by one person may often prove helpful to another, just as wells would be used by those who came after. We read some book full of consolation, which is like Jonathan’s rod, dropping with honey. Ah! We think our brother has been here before us and dug this well for us as well as for himself. Many a “Night of Weeping,” “Midnight Harmonies,” an “Eternal Day,” “A Crook in the Lot,” a “Comfort for Mourners” has been a well dug by a pilgrim for himself, but has proved quite as useful to others. Especially, we notice this in the Psalms, such as the one beginning, Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Travelers have been delighted to see a human footprint on a barren shore, and we love to see the waymarks of pilgrims while passing through the valley of tears.

The pilgrims dig the well, but, strangely enough, it fills from the top instead of the bottom. We use the means, but the blessing does not spring from the means. We dig a well, but heaven fills it with rain. The horse is prepared against the day of battle, but safety is of the LORD. The means are connected with the end, but they do not of themselves produce it. You see, the rain fills the pools, so that the wells become useful as reservoirs for the water; labor is not lost, yet it does not supersede divine help.

Grace may well be compared to rain for its purity, for its refreshing and vivifying influence, for its coming from above alone, and for the sovereignty with which it is given or withheld. May our readers have showers of blessing, and may the wells they have dug be filled with water! Oh, what are means and ordinances without the smile of heaven! They are as clouds without rain and pools without water. O God of love, open the windows of heaven and pour us out a blessing!