I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction.
Comfort yourself, tried believer, with this thought: God says, “I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction.” Does not the word come like a soft shower, appeasing the fury of the flame? Yes, is it not an absolute armor, against which the heat has no power? Let affliction come-God has chosen me. Poverty, you may stride in at my door, but God is in the house already, and He has chosen me. Sickness, you may intrude, but I have an ointment ready–God has chosen me.
Whatever befalls me in this vale of tears, I know that He has “chosen” me. If, believer, you require still greater comfort, remember that you have the Son of Man with you in the furnace. In that silent chamber of yours, there sits by your side One whom you have not seen, but whom you live; and oftentimes when you know it not, He makes all your bed in thy affliction, and smooths your pillow for you. You are in poverty; but in that lovely house of yours the Lord of life and glory is a frequent visitor. He loves to come into these desolate places, that He may visit you. Your friend sticks closely to you. You cannot not see Him, but you may feel the pressure of His hands.
Do you not hear His voice? Even in the valley of the shadow of death He says, “Fear not, I am with thee; be not dismayed, for I am thy God.” Remember that noble speech of Caesar: “Fear not, thou carriest Caesar and all his fortune.” Fear not, Christian; Jesus is with thee. In all thy fiery trials, His presence is both thy comfort and safety. He will never leave one whom He has chosen for His own. “Fear not, for I am with thee,” is His sure word of promise to His chosen ones in the “furnace of affliction.” Will you not, then, take fast hold of Christ, and say-
Taken from Morning and Evening devotions.