An old and dear friend sent this out to our men’s group this morning.

They are not in trouble as others are. The prosperous wicked escape the killing toils which afflict the mass of mankind; they have no need to inquire, “Whence shall we get bread for our children, or raiment for our little ones?” Ordinary domestic and personal troubles do not appear to molest them.
They are not stricken like the rest of mankind. Fierce trials do not arise to assail them. They are worse than other people, and yet better off. All this is clear to the eye of faith, which unriddles the riddle; but to the bleared eye of sense it seems an enigma indeed. They are to have nothing hereafter; let them have what they can here; they, after all, only possess what is of secondary value, and their possessing it is meant to teach us to set little store by transient things. If earthly good were of much value, the Lord would not give so large a measure of it to those who have least of his love.

Dear Christian be neither envious in what they have, neither find silent celebration knowing the justice by which they will be met. Instead lament over their loss even while they, oblivious to their destiny, dig their eternal graves.

Even as with Saul, pray that the grace of God may save even these. After all He saved you.