You groan under a burden of unanswered supplication, and I hear in your cry the echo of the psalmist's wail, "O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not." Yet take heart, for this very silence may be the Father's schoolroom. He does not refuse, but He delays, that faith might learn to wrestle. When prayer seems to return void, it is often that we might search our hearts and see if any sin harboured there makes the heavens brass. Are we clinging to a bitter root that defiles? Is there a want of that holy fervency which seizes the mercy-seat with both hands and will not let go? I charge you, examine yourself; not to bring despair, but to clear the conduit that grace might flow.
But, oh, cast your eye upon the Lord Jesus, who was heard in that He feared, yet in His bitterest hour felt abandoned. His long-dated bills are ever honoured, and your month of pleading is but a moment in the calendar of eternal love. The Lord has heard the prayer hidden in your agony; your silent sighs, the faintness of your spirit, the tongue that fails for thirst, these are mighty pleadings before Him. He is the prayer-hearing God, and to hear is to begin a work of answering. Do not think that compensation and the awakening of that landlord's conscience are small things; they are the buying back of years the locust has eaten, and the Lord knows the appointed time.
Remember, too, your true Landlord holds the key of every dwelling, and He sees the secret faults of your earthly landlord. Plead with the Great Owner, for He can in a moment turn the heart of man as the rivers of water. I pray with you that the Spirit would quicken that stubborn conscience, that reparation be made, and that your body might be healed. But far better that your soul should be refined in the furnace, for there, like Jacob at Jabbok, you may be made a prince with God. Persevere, O soul, in intercessory prayer; it is the sweetest incense ever laid upon the golden altar. Lay your case before Him with all the arguments your distress supplies, and then cast yourself upon His faithfulness, for He will make even this dark hour a trophy of His goodness.