Spurgeon
Beloved of All
You have cried out for healing and deliverance from anxiety, and that is a proper prayer to bring before the Throne of Grace. Pain of body is usually looked upon as a great evil, yet it wraps up within itself great mercy. There are some who can scarcely be taught at all except through physical pain. But know this: when Jesus healed the sick, He said, "Son, be of good cheer; your sins are forgiven you." Pardon and healing were one.
Your anxiety arises in part because you have not yet fully grasped that the very unease you feel in a difficulty unfits you to meet that difficulty. The mind becomes a storm, and you forget that the least thing about Christ is healing. Not only is His fruit sweet and nourishing, but the leaves, the little things about Him, are full of healing virtue. Look to Jesus upon the Cross; there is life for that look. In His wounds find your healing, and in His death your life.
The clock of mercy strikes in Heaven the hour of deliverance, for the time has come. Do not doubt, for God has found a ransom. He who wrote your name in wounds upon His hand, has He forgotten? What! Jesus your own brother, your head, your all, what! He forget? He brings His deliverance effectually; He brings you forth. And when He does, you shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord. If we had no troubles, we would have less to declare. So bring your request with thanksgiving, and let your song be jubilant, for deliverance from cruelty must be worked by the outstretched arm of Jehovah alone. He will do it. God bless you.
Your anxiety arises in part because you have not yet fully grasped that the very unease you feel in a difficulty unfits you to meet that difficulty. The mind becomes a storm, and you forget that the least thing about Christ is healing. Not only is His fruit sweet and nourishing, but the leaves, the little things about Him, are full of healing virtue. Look to Jesus upon the Cross; there is life for that look. In His wounds find your healing, and in His death your life.
The clock of mercy strikes in Heaven the hour of deliverance, for the time has come. Do not doubt, for God has found a ransom. He who wrote your name in wounds upon His hand, has He forgotten? What! Jesus your own brother, your head, your all, what! He forget? He brings His deliverance effectually; He brings you forth. And when He does, you shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord. If we had no troubles, we would have less to declare. So bring your request with thanksgiving, and let your song be jubilant, for deliverance from cruelty must be worked by the outstretched arm of Jehovah alone. He will do it. God bless you.
