Blessed is sorrow


“Sorrow is better than laughter, for by the sadness of the countenance ——– THE HEART IS MADE BETTER.” (Eccles. 7:3) 
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When sorrow comes under the power of Divine Grace, it works out a manifold ministry in our lives.  Sorrow reveals unknown depths in our soul, and unknown capabilities of experience.  Happy, trifling people are always shallow, and never suspect the little meanness in their nature  Sorrow is God’s plough-share.  that turns up and sub-soils the depths of the soul, that it may yield richer harvests.
915sorrow5If we had never fallen, or were always in a glorified state, then the strong currents of Divine Joy would be the normal force to open up all our souls’ capacities, but in a fallen world, Sorrow, with despair taken out, is the chosen power to reveal ourselves to ourselves.  Hence, it is Sorrow that makes us think deeply, long and soberly.
Sorrow makes us go slower and more considerately, and introspect our motives and dispositions.
Let us suppose a class of indolent people, living at the base of a great mountain range, who had never ventured to explore the valleys and cannons back in the mountains.  Some day, when a great thunderstorm goes careening through the mountains, it turns the hidden glens into echoing trumpets, and reveals the inner recesses of the valley, like the convolutions of a monster shell, the dwellers at the foot of the hills are astonished at the labyrinths and unexplored recesses of a region so near by, and yet so little known.  So, it is with many souls, who indolently live on the outer edge of their own natures, until great thunderstorms of sorrow reveal hidden depths within, that were never, hitherto, suspected.
The dark mould’s upturned
By the sharp-pointed plough
And I’ve a lesson learned.
My life is but a field
Stretched out beneath God’s sky
Some harvest rich to yield.
Where grows the golden grain ?
Where faith ? Where sympathy ?
In a furrow cut by pain.
BLESSED IS SORROW, FOR IT REVEALS GOD’S COMFORT.  IT TAKES SORROW TO WIDEN THE SOUL.   
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