Little Cares, Influence of – Charles Spurgeon

WHAT fools we are, brethren, and yet if someone else were to call us fools we should not like it, though I do not doubt but that we are very well named, whoever may give us the title, for the whole of Heaven cannot make us rejoice if we have one pain in our head; and all the harps of angels, and our knowledge of our interest in “the glory that is to be revealed,” cannot make us happy if some little thing happens to go contrary to our minds. Somebody trod on the corns of your pride as you were coming in here, and if an angel had preached to you you would not have enjoyed it, because of your mind being discomposed. Oh, simpletons that we are! The table is daintily spread; the manna of Heaven lies close to our hand, but because there is a little rent in the garment, or a small thorn in the finger, we sit down and cry as though the worst of ills had happened to us! Heaven is your own, and yet you cry because your little room is scantily furnished! God is your Father, and Christ your brother, and yet you weep because a babe has been taken from you to the skies! Your sins are all forgiven, and yet you mourn because your clothes are mean. You are a child of God, an heir of Heaven, and yet you sorrow as though you would break your heart, because a fool has called you ill names! Strange is it; foolish is it, but such is man—strangely foolish, and only wise as God shall make him so.