Morning and Evening Devotional with C.H. Spurgeon – June 3, 2026

Morning Devotional for June 3, 2026

“These were potters, and those that dwelt among plants and hedges: there they dwelt with the king for his work.” — 1 Chronicles 4:23

Potters were not the very highest grade of workers, but “the king” needed potters, and therefore they were in royal service, although the material upon which they worked was nothing but clay. We, too, may be engaged in the most menial part of the Lord’s work, but it is a great privilege to do anything for “the king”; and therefore we will abide in our calling, hoping that, “although we have lien among the pots, yet shall we be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.” The text tells us of those who dwelt among plants and hedges, having rough, rustic, hedging and ditching work to do. They may have desired to live in the city, amid its life, society, and refinement, but they kept their appointed places, for they also were doing the king’s work. The place of our habitation is fixed, and we are not to remove from it out of whim and caprice, but seek to serve the Lord in it, by being a blessing to those among whom we reside. These potters and gardeners had royal company, for they dwelt “with the king” and although among hedges and plants, they dwelt with the king there. No lawful place, or gracious occupation, however mean, can debar us from communion with our divine Lord. In visiting hovels, swarming lodging-houses, workhouses, or jails, we may go with the king. In all works of faith we may count upon Jesus’ fellowship. It is when we are in his work that we may reckon upon his smile. Ye unknown workers who are occupied for your Lord amid the dirt and wretchedness of the lowest of the low, be of good cheer, for jewels have been found upon dunghills ere now, earthen pots have been filled with heavenly treasure, and ill weeds have been transformed into precious flowers. Dwell ye with the King for his work, and when he writes his chronicles your name shall be recorded.

Morning Reflection

Beloved, Spurgeon’s meditation on 1 Chronicles 4:23 is a balm for every believer who feels their work is small or unnoticed. The potters worked with clay, the gardeners among hedges and plants — rough, rustic labor that the world would call menial. Yet because they did it for the king, their calling was royal service. The same Lord who needed potters needs you in your place. He does not despise the hedge, the pot, or the quiet, unseen task. He dwells with His servants there. No lawful occupation, however humble, can separate us from communion with Christ. Whether you labor in the field, the home, the workshop, or among the least of these, the King is with you. Do your work as unto Him, and one day your name will be recorded in His chronicles.

Morning Nectared Goad

The King still needs potters. Will you stay at your hedge, or chase a more “important” calling? Dwell with Him where He has placed you. 🛡️

Evening Devotional for June 3, 2026

“He humbled himself.” — Philippians 2:8

Jesus is the great teacher of lowliness of heart. We need daily to learn of him. See the Master taking a towel and washing his disciples’ feet! Follower of Christ, wilt thou not humble thyself? See him as the Servant of servants, and surely thou canst not be proud! Is not this sentence the compendium of his biography, “He humbled himself”? Was he not on earth always stripping off first one robe of honour and then another, till, naked, he was fastened to the cross, and there did he not empty out his inmost self, pouring out his life-blood, giving up for all of us, till they laid him penniless in a borrowed grave? How low was our dear Redeemer brought! How then can we be proud? Stand at the foot of the cross, and count the purple drops by which you have been cleansed; see the thorn-crown; mark his scourged shoulders, still gushing with encrimsoned rills; see hands and feet given up to the rough iron, and his whole self to mockery and scorn; see the bitterness, and the pangs, and the throes of inward grief, showing themselves in his outward frame; hear the thrilling shriek, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” And if you do not lie prostrate on the ground before that cross, you have never seen it: if you are not humbled in the presence of Jesus, you do not know him. You were so lost that nothing could save you but the sacrifice of God’s only begotten. Think of that, and as Jesus stooped for you, bow yourself in lowliness at his feet. A sense of Christ’s amazing love to us has a greater tendency to humble us than even a consciousness of our own guilt. May the Lord bring us in contemplation to Calvary, then our position will no longer be that of the pompous man of pride, but we shall take the humble place of one who loves much because much has been forgiven him. Pride cannot live beneath the cross. Let us sit there and learn our lesson, and then rise and carry it into practice.

Evening Reflection

Spurgeon’s piercing words on Philippians 2:8 leave no room for pride. “He humbled himself” is the sum of Christ’s earthly life — from the towel and basin to the naked cross and borrowed grave. He stripped off robe after robe of honor until nothing remained but agony and love. The more we gaze at that cross — the thorn-crown, the scourged shoulders, the forsaken cry — the smaller our own boasts become. Pride cannot breathe at Calvary. The One who stooped lowest for us now calls us to take the humble place of those who love much because much has been forgiven. Let us sit long at the foot of the cross until our hearts are truly low before Him.

Evening Nectared Goad

Pride dies only where Christ was crucified. Stay at the cross until it dies in you. 🛡️

Tie-In

The same King who dwelt with the potters and gardeners also humbled Himself to the point of death. Whether in the quiet faithfulness of daily work or in the deep lowliness of the cross, we are called to the same posture: humble service under the One who served us first. The King who needs potters is the King who became the Servant of servants.

Valley of Vision Prayer

“Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights… Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the valley is the place of vision. Let me find Thy light in my darkness, Thy life in my death, Thy joy in my sorrow, Thy grace in my sin, Thy riches in my poverty, Thy life in my death.” (adapted from “The Valley of Vision”)