It is pleasant to pass over a country after a rain and to smell the freshness of the herbs. That is the position of a Christian. He is going through a land where the storm has spent itself upon his Savior's head. If there are a few drops of sorrow falling, they distill from clouds of mercy. Jesus cheers him by the assurance that they are not for his destruction. But how terrible to witness the approach of a tempest, to see the forewarnings of the storm. How terrible to await the dread advance of a hurricane--such as occurs, sometimes, in the tropics--to wait in terrible apprehension. And yet, sinner, this is your present position. No hot drops have as yet fallen, but a shower of fire is coming. No terrible winds howl around you, but God's tempest is gathering its dread artillery. As yet the water-floods are dammed up by mercy, but the flood-gates will soon be opened. The thunderbolts of God are yet in His storehouse, but the tempest hastens and how awful will that moment be when God, robed in vengeance, will march forth in fury! Where, Oh sinner, will you hide your head, or where will you flee? Oh, that the hand of mercy may now lead you to Christ! He is freely set before you in the gospel. You know your need of Him. Believe in Him, and then the fury will pass over forever.