Scripture
And there shall be a unique day, which is known to the Lord, neither day nor night, but at evening time there shall be light.
— Zechariah 14:7 (ESV)
Devotional
Oftentimes we look forward with forebodings to the time of old age, forgetful that at eventide it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A balmier air fans the mariner’s cheek as he nears the shore of immortality, fewer waves ruffle his sea, quiet reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the more real flame of earnest feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached the land Beulah, that happy country, whose days are as the days of heaven upon earth. Angels visit it, celestial gales blow over it, flowers of paradise grow in it, and the air is filled with seraphic music. Some dwell here for years, and others come to it but a few hours before their departure, but it is an Eden on earth. We may well long for the time when we shall recline in its shady groves and be satisfied with hope until the time of fruition comes. The setting sun seems larger than when aloft in the sky, and a splendour of glory tinges all the clouds which surround his going down. Pain breaks not the calm of the sweet twilight of age, for strength made perfect in weakness bears up with patience under it all. Ripe fruits of choice experience are gathered as the rare repast of life’s evening, and the soul prepares itself for rest. The Lord’s people shall also enjoy light in the hour of death. Unbelief laments; the shadows fall, the night is coming, existence is ending. Ah no, crieth faith, the night is far spent, the true day is at hand. Light is come, the light of immortality, the light of a Father’s countenance. Gather up thy feet in the bed, see the waiting bands of spirits! Angels waft thee away. Farewell, beloved one, thou art gone, thou wavest thine hand. Ah, now it is light. The pearly gates are open, the golden streets shine in the jasper light. We cover our eyes, but thou beholdest the unseen; adieu, brother, thou hast light at even-tide, such as we have not yet.
Reflection
Old age is not the gospel’s dark corridor. At evening time it shall be light. The flash of youth may fade, but earnest feeling can deepen. The mariner nearing immortality often finds quieter seas, not shipwreck of hope. Do not rehearse only the fears of aging. Look toward the pearly gates and the golden streets. The same Christ who kept you in the heat of noon will not abandon you when the day declines. Eventide belongs to Him too.
Goad
Where are you still dreading the evening of life this morning, as if the God who promised light at eventide had already gone dim?
Tie-In
Morning trusts light at evening time. Evening remembers the Advocate who still stands when we sin. Hope for the last miles; then mercy for present failure. Same faithful Christ.
Closing
Spurgeon’s classic text with a brief reflection to help today’s reader.
If these words have stirred something, sit with it.
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