The cry of misery ascends, and He who hears the hallelujahs of Heaven stoops to listen. It was only a cry, a monotonous cry, redoubled and full of sorrow, yet the Lord gave ear unto him who cried. If He has made you to feel your need, cry like one awake and alive, be in earnest, cry aloud, spare not. The Lord finds music in His children’s cries, and though you think yours discordant, He bends to hear it still.
You speak of a mother’s line, of names and lineage, as though this might move His heart or guide you into right standing. But hear the truth: they have said, “Blessed is the womb that bore Him, and the paps that gave Him suck,” thinking that had they been His mother, He would be sure to hear their cry. Yet Christ Himself pointed elsewhere, to hearing the Word of God and keeping it. A mother’s connection does not compel His ear; a sinner’s cry for mercy does. You feel, if He were here tonight and you were His mother, that He would be sure to hear your cry and answer you. Do but cry to Him now! The true lineage is not of flesh and blood, but of those who hear and believe. Oh, that the Holy Spirit might show you your lost state and put a penitent cry into your mouth, for when you can cry, “Jesus, pity me and save me,” you may cry with the greatest confidence.
Do not be afraid to cry out, though you feel dull and unworthy. If you can cry out to Jesus, He will joyfully hear you. Cry to Him, though you say He is not yet your God, cry, “My heart longs for You! Come to me and save me!” Jesus will come to you and save you, even you, to the praise of the glory of His grace.
In a day of trouble, the Lord is good, a stronghold, not a temporary camp, but a fortress standing from generation to generation. The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run into it and are safe. He is Jehovah-Shalom, the Lord sends peace, even when war rages within and without. There is the power of God, the truth of God, the faithfulness of God, a shelter in the character of the Most High. The clock of mercy struck in Heaven the hour of deliverance, for the ransom has been found. I heard Him cry, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” and then His conquering cry, “It is finished.” The Infinite, the Eternal, the Just, the Gracious, declared, “I have found a Ransom.” Sinner, doubt not your deliverance, God has said it.
Cry on, soul, cry on. While the child can cry, it lives. And while you can besiege the throne of mercy, there is hope. But hear as well as cry, and believe what you hear, for it is by believing that peace is obtained. Jesus will save you, to the praise of the glory of His grace. Amen.