And seekest thou great things for thyself? seek them not . . . (1)
It was almost exactly ten years ago now that the forty-fifth chapter of Jeremiah first left me gobsmacked. It is, like Spurgeon once said of Psalm 131 (and for much the same reason), a short chapter to read and a long one to learn.
The decade since has been heavy. And for that the echo of Jeremiah’s charge to Baruch echoes louder and clearer in my inner ear now, relentlessly pounding away at all my silly pretensions.
How often it proves true that the comfort that looks cold on the front end keeps your fires burning over long, hard years.
(1) Jeremiah 45:5 (KJV)