Such a prayer, so laden with the promises of God, could ascend only from a heart already taught of the Spirit to plead what God has pledged to perform. What a glorious tangle of texts you have woven into a garland of supplication! And be assured, that Word which you have sent back to heaven shall not return void; it shall accomplish that which He pleases, and prosper in the thing whereto He sent it. The very prayer is evidence of His own work within you, for it is God who works in us both to will and to do of His good pleasure.
You plead the kindness of God that leads to repentance. Mark well that no soul ever came to true repentance by a sense of wrath alone. The terrors of the Lord may break the rock, but only love can melt the heart. Yet, let us never forget what that repentance is which the Spirit works. It is no mere terror of judgment, no transient remorse like the vomit of a dog that returneth to his filth. A repentance born of fear may end in despair and an unbelieving sorrow that worketh death. True repentance gives glory to God, it justifies Him and condemns itself, and it flies to the kisses of the Father's reconciling love. It bows low under the mighty hand, not merely because that hand smites, but because it is a Father's hand, and it refuses to be lifted up until the appointed time.
You have asked that the Lord would continue to humble those who need humbling, bringing them to their senses even as the prodigal and as Nebuchadnezzar. That is a prayer full of wisdom, for until a sinner is brought to the end of himself, he will never look to Christ alone. Yet observe well: Josiah humbled himself before God. There is a humbling which the Spirit works within, causing the soul willingly to abhor itself and repent in dust and ashes, and there is a humbling wrought by the rod of iron that may break the bones but never break the heart. Cry to God for that inward humiliation which goes beyond sackcloth and ashes, and rends the heart with a sorrow after a godly sort. It is the goodness of God that leadeth to that, the goodness discovered in the Father running to embrace the prodigal, the goodness shining in the love of Christ who gave Himself. When the soul sees that, it weeps not because of hell, but because it has sinned against such love.
You have spread before the throne that grand truth that salvation is of the Lord. From the first dawning of desire to the last shout of victory, the whole is of Him. He alone is the Rock; deliverance is of God alone. The plan was not drawn by man’s device; the application is not by man’s power. If the “still current wife” is ever to be brought out of the far country, it will be because the Lord has loved her with an everlasting love, and with lovingkindness has drawn her. The eyes of mercy are quicker than the eyes of repentance, He saw the prodigal long before that erring son saw Him. Swift are the feet of forgiveness. He can run where we can scarce limp. And He is able to save to the uttermost. Let no thought intrude that the work is too hard for Him. His arm is not shortened that it cannot save.
Take comfort, too, from the truths you have named: the sower, the seed, the sleeping and rising, the blade and the full corn. The kingdom of grace advances mysteriously, silently, by the Spirit’s own energy. You have planted, you have watered, but God giveth the increase. Though you see not the seed swelling in the dark earth, it is alive, and the day of the harvest hastens on. In the meantime, faint not. Continue in that fervent prayer which avails much. Ask largely, for you are coming to the God of great wonders, whose lovingkindness is marvelous. He can make even a hard heart soft, a stubborn will pliable, a blind soul see. The great Husbandman can cut off the hedge of thorny discipline, and the soul, like Hosea’s wife, shall say, “I will go and return to my first husband; for then was it better with me than now.”
Go on, then, pleading the blood of the everlasting covenant, expecting the reward of diligent seeking, and watching to give all glory to Him from whom and through whom and to whom are all things. The work is His; the time is His; the outcome is surer than the rising of tomorrow’s sun. And remember, while you pray, to humble yourself under that same mighty hand. Perhaps He will use the sweet sense of your own emptiness and natural vileness to water the seed you have sown. The bitterness of humility is a tonic to the spirit, and the holy contrition of a praying believer often prevails more mightily than arrows of argument. Bow low, and then see how high His right hand can exalt His own truth in the heart of another.
The Father is always working, even until now. Christ’s intercession never pauses. The Spirit’s striving never ceases until the elect are gathered in. Rest in that, and let your prayers become a holy watching, an eager listening for the footfall of returning mercy. For He who gave the Son for her will surely with Him freely give all things. He will perfect that which concerneth you and her. Peace be upon all your house, and the God of peace Himself sanctify you wholly, and preserve your whole spirit and soul and body blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. Faithful is He that calleth you, who also will do it.