October—4 The Poor Man’s Evening Portion


Man did eat angels’ food.—Psalm 78:25.

Yes, so he did, when the Lord rained down manna upon the people in the wilderness. But, my soul, what hast thou eaten, now thou hast been at the table of thy Lord? What did Jesus there entertain thee with? “Wonder, O heavens, and be astonished, O earth!” Thou hast feasted upon the body and blood of Christ! and this is food which angels never ate, neither was such a feast ever prepared for them. Pause over this blessed subject, for it is enough to call up the wonder, praise, and love, of all thine intellectual faculties for ever! When man fell, the earth was made to bring forth thorns and thistles; this was all the inheritance then left us; man was to eat bread in the sweat of the brow. But Jesus interposeth, and removes the curse, in being made “a curse for us.” The curse being removed by him and his cross, the earth is made to bring forth its blessings, and “wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man’s heart.” But after this, who should have thought, yea, what imagination could have conceived an idea so wonderful and surpassingly rich in mercy, that Jesus should become the bread of life, and the water of life to his people; and feed them, as an heavenly pelican, with his own blood! Think, my soul, of thy privileges; thou art unworthy of the most common blessings of thine own table, which thy Lord hath provided; and yet Jesus feasts thee with the choicest blessings of his. Thou hast merited nothing but “the cup of trembling;” but Jesus giveth thee “the cup of salvation.” Thou art unworthy to gather up the crumbs that fall from thy Lord’s table; but Jesus seats thee at his table with himself, and bids thee eat and drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. Lord, I fall down under the deepest self-abasement at the recollection of thy grace and my undeservings. Oh! thou precious, precious Jesus! this is not angels’ food indeed, but above angels’ food; yea, divine food; thy body and blood! “Lord, evermore give me this bread!”[1]


[1] Hawker, R. (1845). The Poor Man’s Evening Portion (A New Edition, p. 287). Philadelphia: Thomas Wardle.

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