Rutherford on Providence

Rutherford on Providence

One practice that I learned to value while going through cancer treatment was a regular, systematic reading of Scripture each day. This was something I had had problems with in the past – not so much reading the Bible, but the regular, daily reading. I had been rather haphazard and random before.

Along with that also came other daily reading, especially from the Puritans. And one book has been very helpful over the last year, especially – Voices from the Past, edited by Richard Rushing. Mr. Rushing has compiled short, daily readings from a variety of Puritan writers that always seem to have a timely message. The one for today, September 28, is from Samuel Rutherford, and is particularly pertinent for me, going through the challenges of the last few months. Here it is:

My Father is the vine-dresser… Every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit. – John 15: 1,2

The great Master Gardener in his wonderful providence has planted me in this part of his vineyard by his grace, and here I grow and abide till the great Master of the vineyard thinks it fit to transplant me. Give him leave to take his own way of dispensations with you. His people must be content with what he carves out for them. Christ and his followers suffered before they reached the top of the mountain, but our soft nature desires heaven with ease. All who have gone before have found sharp storms that took the hide off their face, and many enemies in the way. His ways are far above me, with windings we cannot see. Obstacles are written in the Lord’s book by his wise and unerring providence. We see only the outside of things. It is a well-spent journey to crawl hands and feet to enjoy him at the well-head. Let us not be weary; we are closer than when we first believed. Do not focus your thoughts among the confused wheels of secondary causes, as – ‘O if this had been, this had not followed!’ Look up to the master motion of the first wheel. In building, we see hewn stones and timbers under hammers and axes, yet the house in its beauty we do not see at the present, but it is in the mind of the builder. We also see unbroken clods, furrows, and stones, but we do not see the summer lilies, roses, and the beauty of a garden. Even so we do not presently see the outcome of God’s decrees with his blessed purpose. It is hard to believe when his purposes is hidden and under the ground. Providence has a thousand keys to deliver his own even when all hope is gone. Let us be faithful and care for our own part, which is to do and suffer for him, and lay Christ’s part on himself, and leave it there; duties are ours, events are the Lord’s.

– Samuel Rutherford

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