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<p>"He will not break a bruised reed, and He will not put out a smouldering wick." Matthew 12:20 <br>
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        What is <em>weaker </em>than the bruised reed, or the smouldering wick? <br>
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        A <em>reed</em> that grows in the marsh—let but the wild duck land upon it, and it snaps; let but the foot of man brush against it, and it is bruised and broken; every wind that flits across the river—moves it to and fro. You can conceive of nothing more frail or brittle, or whose existence is more in jeopardy, than a bruised reed. <br>
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        Then look at the <em> smouldering wick</em>—what is it? It has a spark within it, it is true—but it is almost smothered; <strong>an infant's breath might blow it out</strong>; nothing has a more precarious existence than its flame. <br>
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        <strong>Weak things</strong> are here described—yet Jesus says of them, "I will not break a bruised reed; I will not put out a smouldering wick." Some of God's children are made strong to do mighty works for Him; God has His <em>Samsons </em>here and there—who can pull up Gaza's gates, and carry them to the top of the hill; He has a few <em> mightiest </em>who are lion-like men. But the majority of His people are a timid, trembling race.<br><br> They are like starlings, frightened at every passer-by. They are a little fearful flock. If <em>temptation </em>comes, they are captured like birds in a snare.<br><br> If <em>trial </em>threatens, they are ready to faint; their frail skiff is tossed up and down by every wave; they drift along like a sea bird on the crest of the billows—weak things, without strength, without wisdom, without foresight. <br><br>
        Yet, as weak as they are—and <em>because </em>they are so weak—they have this promise made specially to them! Herein is grace and graciousness! Herein is love and loving-kindness! How it reveals the compassion of Jesus to us—so gentle, tender, considerate!<br><br> We need never shrink back from His touch. We need never fear a harsh word from Him—though He might well chide us for our weakness. Bruised reeds shall have no blows from Him, and the smouldering wick no damping frowns!
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