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November 22
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Jacob,
while expostulating with Laban, thus describes his own toil, "This
twenty years have I been with thee. That which was torn of beasts I
brought not unto thee: I bare the loss of it; of my hand didst thou
require it, whether stolen by day, or stolen by night. Thus I was; in
the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep
departed from mine eyes." Even more toilsome than this was the
life of our Saviour here below. He watched over all his sheep till he
gave in as his last account, "Of all those whom thou hast given
me I have lost none." His hair was wet with dew, and his locks
with the drops of the night. Sleep departed from his eyes, for all night
he was in prayer wrestling for his people. One night Peter must be pleaded
for; anon, another claims his tearful intercession. No shepherd sitting
beneath the cold skies, looking up to the stars, could ever utter such
complaints because of the hardness of his toil as Jesus Christ might
have brought, if he had chosen to do so, because of the sternness of
his service in order to procure his spouse It is sweet to dwell upon the spiritual parallel of Laban having required all the sheep at Jacobs hand. If they were torn of beasts, Jacob must make it good; if any of them died, he must stand as surety for the whole. Was not the toil of Jesus for his Church the toil of one who was under suretiship obligations to bring every believing one safe to the hand of him who had committed them to his charge? Look upon toiling Jacob, and you see a representation of him of whom we read, "He shall feed his flock like a shepherd." November
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