SUNDAY, MARCH 01, 2015 This Evening’s Meditation C. H. Spurgeon “Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.”—Song of Solomon 4:16. ANYTHING is better than the dead calm of indifference. Our souls may wisely desire the north wind of trouble if that alone can be sanctified to the drawing… (more…)