My Manna

“The hand of the Lord hath wrought this.” Job 12:9.

Several years ago there was found in an African mine the most magnificent diamond in the world’s history.
It was presented to the King of England to blaze in his crown of state.
 
The King sent it to Amsterdam to be cut.
It was put into the hands of an expert lapidary.
And what do you suppose he did with it?

He took the gem of priceless value, and cut a notch in it.
Then he struck it a hard blow with his instrument, and lo! the superb jewel lay in his hand cleft in twain.
 
What recklessness!
What wastefulness!
What criminal carelessness!

Not so.
For days and weeks that blow had been studied and planned.
Drawings and models had been made of the gem.

Its quality, its defects, its lines of cleavage had all been studied with minutest care.
The man to whom it was committed was one of the most skillful lapidaries in the world.

Do you say that blow was a mistake?
It was the climax of the lapidary’s skill.
 
When he struck that blow-
– he did the one thing which would bring that gem to its most perfect shapeliness, radiance, and jewelled splendour.

That blow which seemed to ruin the superb precious stone was, in fact, its perfect redemption.

For, from those two halves were wrought the two magnificent gems which the skilled eye of the lapidary saw hidden in the rough, uncut stone as it came from the mine.

Sometimes, God lets a stinging blow fall upon your life.
The blood spurts.
The nerves wince.
The soul cries out in agony.
 
The blow seems to you an apalling mistake.

But it is not-
– for you are the most priceless jewel in the world to God.
And He is the most skilled lapidary in the universe.

Some day you are to blaze in the diadem of the King.
As you lie in His hand now He knows just how to deal with you.

Not a blow will be permitted to fall upon your shrinking soul but that the love of God permits it-
– and works out from its depths, blessing and spiritual enrichment unseen, and unthought of by you.
 
In one of George MacDonald’s books occurs this fragment of conversation:
“I wonder why God made me,” said Mrs. Faber bitterly. “I’m sure I don’t know what was the use of making me!”


“Perhaps not much yet,” said Dorothy, “but then He hasn’t done with you yet. He is making you now, and you are quarrelling with the process.”

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