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Posted by Psalms on Monday, 18 January 2016
Psalms 147:14
He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
147:14. He maketh peace in thy borders. Even to the boundaries quiet extends; no enemies are wrangling with the borderers. “When a man’s ways please the Lord he maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him.” Considering the different constitutions, conditions, tastes, and opinions of people, it is a work of God when in large churches unbroken peace is found year after year; and it is an equal wonder if worldlings, instead of persecuting the godly, treat them with marked respect.
And filleth thee with the finest of the wheat. It is a great reason for thanksgiving when people’s wants are so supplied that they are filled: it takes much to fill some people: perhaps none are ever filled but the inhabitants of Zion. Gospel truth is the finest of the wheat, and those are indeed blessed who are content to be filled therewith, and are not hungering after the husks of the world.
Excerpt from:
The Treasury of David by Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892)
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