Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will take joy in the God of my salvation.(Habakkuk 3:17-18 ESV)
What an amazing grace for God’s people. Observe, I entreat you, how calamitous a circumstance is here supposed, and how heroic a faith is expressed.
It is really as if he said, “Though I should be reduced to so great extremity as not to know where to find my necessary food, though I should look around about me on an empty house and a desolate field, and see the marks of the Divine scourge where I had once seen the fruits of God’s bounty, yet I will rejoice in the Lord.”
Methinks these words are worthy of being written as with a diamond on a rock forever. Oh, that by Divine grace they might be deeply engraven on each of our hearts!
Concise as the form of speaking in the text is, it evidently implies or expresses the following particulars: That in the day of his distress he would fly to God; that he would maintain a holy composure of spirit under this dark dispensation, nay, that in the midst of all he would indulge in a sacred joy in God, and a cheerful expectation from Him. Heroic confidence! Illustrious faith! Unconquerable love!–Doddridge.
Last night I heard a robin singing in the rain, and the raindrop’s patter made a sweet refrain, making all the sweeter the music of the strain.
So, I thought, when trouble comes, as trouble will, why should I stop singing? Just beyond the hill, it may be that sunshine floods the green world still.–Charles Cowman
He who faces the trouble with a heart of cheer makes the burden lighter. If there falls a tear, sweeter is the cadence in the song we hear.
I have learned your lesson, the bird with the dappled wing, listening to your music with its lilt of spring when the storm-cloud darkens, then’s the TIME to sing.–Eben E. Rexford