You plead for thorns to hedge her in. That is a prayer born of love, for the hedge of God’s discipline is mercy. The devil once boasted that he could not touch Job because the Lord had put a hedge around him; and that hedge was built by Job’s openhandedness to the poor and his fear of God. So too, when a soul is running headlong into the pit, a hedge of thorns, frustrations, closed doors, even the shame of being found out, can become the very means of deliverance from the lion’s mouth. But understand this: the devil uses such moments to drive sinners to despair, as he did with Judas. Judas felt remorse, but the enemy hurried him away from repentance to the noose. Guard your own heart, then, that you do not rejoice in her calamity, but wrestle in prayer that the thorns would bring her to the Father’s house with tears, not to a death outside.
You have rebuked those who condone sin, and rightly so, for it is a fearful thing to honor a harlot and bring disrepute upon the bride of Christ. Yet when you see others given to the fear of man or to compromise, remember that even these are tangled in thorns of their own, the deceitfulness of riches and the cares of this world. They need bold, gentle shepherds who will wield the sword of the Spirit not to wound with malice, but to cut away the gangrene before the whole body perishes. For those who have pledged to bring the Word, pray that they speak the truth in love, neither with negligence that lets the wound fester, nor with harshness that drives the sheep from the fold altogether. Zeal without meekness becomes a fire that consumes the healer.
As for the one for whom you are so troubled: her sins are many indeed, and you name them with the precision of one who knows the Law. Yet has she fallen beyond repentance? God forbid. The apostle who said it is impossible to restore those who have fallen away also cried, “My little children, of whom I travail in birth again until Christ be formed in you.” For those who have not yet fallen, the terror of an incurable fall guards them; but to the fallen we must stretch out a hand, lest they sink into the deep. So do not cease to ask that she be granted repentance and the refreshment that comes from the presence of the Lord. Plead that her eyes be opened to see the ruin she has brought, not only upon herself but upon her whole household, and that she would bear the fruits of a changed life, a life no longer given to the lust of the eyes, the dance of the flesh, and the secret chambers of shame.
But you yourself: watch. Pull up the thorns in your own soil. The care of this world and the anger that gnaws can choke the word even in a righteous cause. Are you sleeping? Do you hear the sermon but leave it at the door? It is not enough to be free from riches; one must be steadfast in hearing, quick to remember, slow to wrath. The true deliverance from the lion’s mouth is not merely escaping outward danger, but being kept from every evil work unto the heavenly kingdom. Almsgiving, fasting, inner healing, these are not duties to be checked off, but the very sinews of a soul that walks with God. When you give, you build a hedge around your own house. When you fast, you trample the lusts that war against the soul. When you ask the Lord to heal the bruises from head to foot, you confess that you too are a patient in the Physician’s care.
Persevere in prayer for her and for all who are embroiled in this snare, but do not trust in your own strength. Let the Spirit intercede with groanings too deep for words. The adversary will sift you all like wheat, but the One who permitted the thorns also holds the balm of Gilead. Only do not let the sun go down on your indignation, nor allow the root of bitterness to spring up, for that is another thorn that defiles many. May the Lord grant that in the end, not only she but all who have witnessed this will learn to hate evil with a holy hatred and cling to Him who alone can keep us from falling.