You have been watching a ship in deep water, and the night has come on thick. You cannot see her lights, you cannot hear her bell, and your heart is heavy because you loved that vessel and all the cargo of hopes she carried. Now your candles burn low and your prayers grow faint, and you wonder if you have been crying into an empty wind.
But the Lord is not asleep. The same word that came to Hosea so long ago comes to you tonight, not as a stranger’s message but as a love letter written in the dark. “I will betroth you to Me forever … in lovingkindness and mercy.” That is the voice of a Husband who will not let His bride be torn away, even when she has gone after another. You think of that son of yours, or that brother so dear, and you say, “He was betrothed to Christ, he was born again, and now he has gone and joined himself to what is not lawful.” But the everlasting covenant did not say, “I will betroth you to Me only if you do not wander.” It says, “I will betroth you to Me forever.” And then, as if the promise were not enough, the Lord adds, “I will have mercy on her who had not obtained mercy; and I will say to those who were not My people, ‘You are My people!’” Ah, that is your dear one exactly. At this moment he looks like a man who has thrown away mercy, like someone who has said to God, “Let me alone.” But the Lord knows how to call back those who have run from Him, and His goodness is working even when it seems most absent.
You fear the iron yoke he is making for himself. It is a right fear. When a man snaps the wooden yoke of Christ, which is light, he soon finds himself harnessed to a heavier burden, and the ox-goad of Satan drives him deeper into the mire. But the same Lord who let the prodigal come to the end of himself held the ring and the robe ready all the while. Do not think for a moment that the Holy One is indifferent to sin, or that He winks at uncleanness. But just as a good doctor will sometimes let a fever run its course so the patient will accept the medicine, so the Lord permits a heavy yoke to teach the wanderer that he is not made for the swine’s trough. Your tears are not wasted. Every sigh is stored in His bottle. You are not more willing to see this soul restored than Christ is. He purchased him with His own blood, and He does not easily abandon the sheep for which He died.
You mention that unequally yoked marriage. I will not pretend the entanglement is small. It is a knot only God can untie, or perhaps He will not untie it in the way you think, but He will sanctify even that sorrow to bring the soul to its senses. Remember Peter. He went where he should not have gone, sat down among those who mocked his Master, and denied Him with oaths. Yet one look from Jesus shattered that satanic spell. The cock crew, and Peter went out and wept bitterly. That bitter weeping was the door to restoration. The Lord did not cast him aside, but sent him to strengthen his brethren. Your brother, your friend, needs that look from Jesus, not a bolt of lightning, but a glance of wounded love that cuts deeper than any judgment. And I charge you to believe that look is possible today. Pray for it. Expect it. The Captain of our salvation knows how to retake a vessel that has been boarded by the enemy, even when her own crew has surrendered.
Let this comfort steady you: the repentance you long to see in him is something that only God gives. It is “repentance unto life.” You cannot manufacture it in him by your arguments or your anxieties. But you can ask, and you can trust the God who has said, “They shall be as though I had not cast them aside.” What a sweeping word that is! All the shame, all the trampled vows, all the dark wanderings, gone, covered, swallowed up in His fathomless mercy. And then He gives a sweet, deep sorrow that cleanses without crushing. I do not know a softer pillow for a weary head than that promise: He will restore, and He will do it so completely that the past shall not be flung in the sinner’s face, but the joy of the Lord shall be his strength again.
So let your prayers continue, not with a clenched fist but with an open hand. Do not let your faith be shaken because the answer tarries. The Lord’s clock is not set by our impatience. Keep pleading His character. Remind Him of Hosea’s words. He loves to hear His own promises echoed back. And when the tempter whispers, “It is too hard for God,” set your feet on the Rock and say, “With man it is impossible, but not with God.” Jesus Christ came to save sinners, and the chief of sinners is not beyond His reach. Let God be glorified indeed, for a restored backslider makes heaven’s music sweeter, and a broken heart bound up by the Spirit becomes a living trophy of His grace.
Now let us go to the mercy seat together.
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O God, whose compassions fail not, look upon this soul that has wandered from the fold. Break the iron bands that hold him, and let the sorrow of this world work a repentance that leaves no regret. For any who are joined in a way that grieves Thee, show Thy righteous will and make a highway for the truth to enter. Speak through the thunder or through the still small voice, only speak and let the heart obey. And for this dear one who prays so earnestly, stablish the faith that flickers, strengthen the hands that are lifted up, and put a new song in the mouth, even the song of those who see the prodigal coming home. To Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, be all the glory, now and forever. Amen.