He who delights in the possession of the Lord Jesus has all that
heart can wish. As for ‘created things’, they are like shallow and
deceitful brooks– they fail to supply our needs, much less our
wishes. “The bed of earthly enjoyment is shorter than that a man
can stretch himself on it, and the covering narrower than that he
can wrap himself in it.”
But in Jesus there is room for imagination’s utmost stretch
and widest range. When Jesus is enjoyed, He puts a fullness
into all other mercies.
The creature without Christ is an empty thing,
a lamp without oil, a bone without marrow.
But when Christ is present our cup runs over,
and we eat bread to the full.
A dinner of herbs, when we have communion with Him,
is as rich a feast as a stalled ox; and our narrow cot
is as noble a mansion as the great house of the wealthy.
Go not abroad, you hungry wishes of my soul– stay at home,
and feast on Jesus; for abroad you must starve, since all other
beloveds are empty and undesirable. Stay with Christ, and eat
that which is good, and delight yourself in fatness.