To pray in the very words of Scripture is to draw near to God with His own promises upon your lips. This earnest plea from Ephesians breathes the unutterable longings of every blood-bought soul, to be strengthened inwardly, held fast by Christ’s indwelling, and plunged deep into the infinite ocean of His love. Such hunger is itself a mark of the Spirit’s quickening work, for the heart left to itself never cries out for “the fullness of God.” It is too content with the dry crusts of this perishing world. The prayer you have lifted up is no beggar’s whisper for a few crumbs of grace; it craves the whole feast spread in Jesus Christ. And be assured, there is a sacred groan in the soul that pleads thus, which the Father, who seeth in secret, will not despise.
To be strengthened with might by His Spirit in the inner man, what a necessity this is! The outward man decays and the adversary presses hard, but the hidden man of the heart, renewed day by day, must be upheld by invincible power. That power is not for display but for depth, not for carnal boasting but for the quiet endurance of faith. It is the power to believe when sight mocks, to love when hatred assails, to stand when all outward props give way. And this strength is ours according to the riches of His glory, not doled out in measured drops from a shallow vessel, but poured forth from the boundless treasury of grace in Christ Jesus. Go and draw from that reservoir, for it pleased the Father that in him should all fulness dwell, and of his fulness have we all received. You cannot exhaust that store; the need of your emptiness is met by the all-sufficiency of his supply.
The indwelling of Christ by faith is no transient visit but a constant abiding. He does not knock and then depart; where faith opens the door, the King of glory enters to reign. And how does He dwell in the heart? By the word of Christ dwelling richly, for the Spirit makes the written truth a living voice within. When the law of the Lord is written on the heart, love for the Lawgiver makes obedience our delight. The soul becomes rooted and grounded in love, no flimsy emotion that shrivels in the heat of trial, but a deep, firm, settled love that is the very nature of God implanted in us. This is the work of the covenant: I will put my law in their inward parts, and write it in their hearts. The heart that once rose in rebellion now beats in tender affection, and the commands once hard as granite become sweeter than honey. This is sanctification indeed, the daily mortification of the old Adam by the spear that pierced Christ’s side, and the raising of the new man to live by love.
Yet the apostle prays that we may comprehend with all saints the dimensions of Christ’s love, a love that passes knowledge. Here is a holy wonder: we are bid to know what can never be fully known. The breadth is wide enough to encompass a multitude that no man can number; the length reaches from everlasting to everlasting; the depth plunges beneath our foulest guilt; the height towers above our highest conception. And though we cannot hold the ocean in our hands, we may swim in it. We know the love of Christ, not by measuring it, but by being filled with it. This is a love that quickens the dead, cleanses the leprous, and whispers peace to the tempest-tossed. It is a love that never fails, though we often fail it. When the heart grows dull and the evidences seem clouded, look again to the cross, there is the unanswerable argument of love. He loved you, and gave himself for you.
Do you long to be filled with all the fulness of God? This, too, is the Spirit’s work. He takes of the things of Christ and shows them to us, making every promise a living channel of grace. The fulness resides in Jesus, and by abiding union with him we partake of it. Pardon in his blood, justification in his righteousness, wisdom in his teaching, comfort in affliction, guidance in prosperity, there is no necessity but is met in him. He fills the understanding with light, the conscience with peace, the will with holy purpose, and the affections with heavenward fire. This is not a state reserved for apostles alone; the believers in that Roman church whom Paul addressed were common saints, yet for them he bowed his knees for this very blessing. Despise not yourself because of past failures; the fountain is not closed because you have been slow to drink. To him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, able to take even your weak prayer and transcend it with a largesse you have not imagined, to him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages.
Let this prayer become the daily rising of your soul. Do not measure the prospect by your own little faith; look rather to the power that worketh in us. That power is already present, a hidden dynamo of grace, effecting far more than your consciousness can trace. The acorn holds the oak; the indwelling Spirit holds the whole of future glory. And as you wait upon the Lord, you will find that the peace which accompanies love for his law will garrison your mind. “Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them.” The thunder may roll, but it is mere noise to the soul hidden in Christ. Be glad in the Lord even in a day of rebuke; feed on the golden oil of his love, and let no vague longing drift into discouragement. You are asking for what he delights to give. Come, then, with boldness to the throne of grace, for you have a High Priest who is touched with the feeling of your infirmities, and who ever liveth to make intercession for you. Amen.