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- July 15 -

I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.
(John 15: 1-2)

Thus the poet sings. But it is just for that reason that the Lord, our God, visits us so often with painful affliction, that He may cement our union with our blessed Savior.

It may seem painful and destructive to the vine when the gardener comes along with his sharp pruning knife and cuts away so many of its luxuriant shoots and branches. But the wise gardener knows if he left his vines untrimmed, they would soon run wild and bring forth inferior fruit. So he trims the vine and cuts away all unnecessary wood. Why? That the sun may shine on the grapes and ripen and sweeten them. With the same wise purpose in view our heavenly Father cuts away with His knife of affliction the wild, sinful shoots in our hearts, purges them from the love of self and of the world, that the sun of His saving grace might ripen and sweeten in us more and more the fruits of true righteousness and piety. It is not punishment for our sins, as we often wrongly think in our affliction, that causes these painful experiences to befall us, but it is "pruning" by our heavenly Father, who loves us and therefore cannot mean our hurt - but has our good in view.

And what comfort it is to hear that it is just the "branch that beareth fruit" which He thus prunes and afflicts! Oh, let us not resist the wise and loving design of our heavenly Father! Let us humbly submit to His afflictions and through them draw nearer and nearer to our Savior and abide in Him; for the branch that beareth not fruit is finally taken away and cast into the fire. [verse 6]

From God shall naught divide me
For He is true for aye
And on my path will guide me,
Who else should often stray;
His right hand holdeth me;
For me He truly careth,
My burdens ever beareth
Wherever I may be.

God shall be my Reliance
In sorrow's darkest night;
Its dread I bid defiance
When He is at my right.
I unto Him commend
My body, soul, and spirit -
They are His own by merit -
All's well then at the end.

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[devotion text by Rev. F. W. Herzberger (1920) -
from the Family Altar - CPH (1957 edition)]
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