A Devotion from Lettie Cowan

Some of the storms of life come suddenly: a great sorrow, a bitter disappointment, a crushing

defeat. Some come slowly. They appear upon the ragged edges of the horizon no larger than a

man’s hand, but, trouble that seems so insignificant spreads until it covers the sky and

overwhelms us.

Yet it is in the storm that God equips us for service. When God wants an oak He plants it on

the moor where the storms will shake it and the rains will beat down upon it, and it is in the

midnight battle with elements that the oak wins its rugged fibre and becomes the king of the

forest.

When God wants to make a man He puts him into some storm. The history of manhood is

always rough and rugged. No man is made until he has been out into the surge of the storm and

found the sublime fulfillment of the prayer: “O God, take me, break me, make me.”

A Frenchman has painted a picture of universal genius. There stand orators, philosophers

and martyrs, all who have achieved pre-eminence in any phase of life; the remarkable fact

about the picture is this: Every man who is pre-eminent for his ability was first pre-eminent for

suffering. In the foreground stands that figure of the man who was denied the promised land,

Moses. Beside him is another, feeling his way—blind Homer. Milton is there, blind and heart-

broken. Now comes the form of one who towers above them all. What is His characteristic? His

Face is marred more than any man’s. The artist might have written under that great picture,

“The Storm.”

The beauties of nature come after the storm. The rugged beauty of the mountain is born in

a storm, and the heroes of life are the storm-swept and the battle-scarred.

You have been in the storms and swept by the blasts. Have they left you broken, weary,

beaten in the valley, or have they lifted you to the sunlit summits of a richer, deeper, more

abiding manhood and womanhood? Have they left you with more sympathy with the storm-

swept and the battle-scarred?