C.H. Spurgeon's Evening Devotional
Saturday July 19, 2025

"A bruised reed shall He not break, and smoking flax shall He not quench."-Matthew 12:20
    
    What is weaker than the bruised reed or the smoking flax? A reed that groweth in the fen or marsh, let but the wild duck light upon it, and it snaps; let but the foot of man brush against it, and it is bruised and broken; every wind that flits across the river moves it to and fro. You can conceive of nothing more frail or brittle, or whose existence is more in jeopardy, than a bruised reed. Then look at the smoking flax-what is it? It has a spark within it, it is true, but it is almost smothered; an infant's breath might blow it out; nothing has a more precarious existence than its flame. Weak things are here described, yet Jesus says of them, "The smoking flax I will not quench; the bruised reed I will not break." Some of God's children are made strong to do mighty works for Him; God has His Samsons here and there who can pull up Gaza's gates, and carry them to the top of the hill; He has a few mighties who are lion-like men, but the majority of His people are a timid, trembling race. They are like starlings, frightened at every passer by; a little fearful flock. If temptation comes, they are taken like birds in a snare; if trial threatens, they are ready to faint; their frail skiff is tossed up and down by every wave, they are drifted along like a sea bird on the crest of the billows-weak things, without strength, without wisdom, without foresight. Yet, weak as they are, and because they are so weak, they have this promise made specially to them. Herein is grace and graciousness! Herein is love and lovingkindness! How it opens to us the compassion of Jesus-so gentle, tender, considerate! We need never shrink back from His touch. We need never fear a harsh word from Him; though He might well chide us for our weakness, He rebuketh not. Bruised reeds shall have no blows from Him, and the smoking flax no damping frowns.
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

What happens when....


I've never seen anything like it. DD forgot to check to see if water was in the tea kettle before turning it on. My nice red tea kettle that I got for mother's day is ruined and so is the burner.

The tea kettle turned a deep purple (almost black) looked like a blotted plum ready to explode. The lid stuck on it and the kettle stuck to the burner. Boy did it stink. After it cooled down the kettle returned to it's normal red and the burner popped off. I'm just glad we were home.

"Sorry Mom!" she says. That Mother's Day gift didn't last too long.

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