9. For I have eaten ashes like bread. He had
so frequently cast ashes upon his head in token of mourning that they had mixed
with his ordinary food. He forgot to eat, and then the fit changed and he ate
with such a hunger that even ashes were devoured. Grief has strange moods. And mingled my drink with weeping. This is a telling description of
all-saturating, all-embittering sadness—and this was the portion of one of the
best of men, and that for no fault of his own, but because of his love to the
Lord’s people. If we, too, are called to mourn, let us not be amazed by the
fiery trial as though some strange thing had happened unto us.
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