O how the soul, when filled with a sense of divine favor, pours itself out in jubilant strains! Yet let us ever be mindful that the ground of all true and lasting favor is not found in our own declarations, but in the precious blood of Jesus, which speaketh better things than that of Abel. That blood alone can cleanse from sin, and bring us into a place of acceptance before the Most High. When you cry, “With the blood of Jesus forevermore,” you stand upon the only foundation that can bear the weight of a sinner’s hope. Every earthly desire, whether for an ice machine, solar panels, or a queenly abode, must bow before this one thing needful: to be found in Christ, clothed in His righteousness, and washed in that fount that never fails.
I perceive a longing for healing in family, for deliverance from satanic hindrances, and for an end to sorrow. These are no light things, and our God delights to hear His children when they seek Him. Yet remember, the deliverance of which the Scriptures speak is first a deliverance from the guilt and power of sin, wrought by a miracle of grace. It is the Lord who bringeth forth His people, as He brought Israel out of Egypt with a high hand and an outstretched arm. And as for those outward mercies we crave, food, shelter, the comforts of life, let us keep them in their proper place. Our Saviour taught us to pray, “Give us this day our daily bread,” but never did He bid us make such things the chief burden of our petitions. The favour that is truly uncommon is that which finds a poor sinner seated with Christ in heavenly places, accepted in the Beloved, and sealed by the Spirit unto the day of redemption.
I would caution you, meekly and in love, against a spirit that seems to claim and command, as though the mere force of your own words could compel heaven’s blessing. The blood of Jesus is not a talisman we wield by chanting our own will; it is the plea of a broken and contrite heart, that looks away from self altogether. What saith the Scripture? “Not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth, but of God that sheweth mercy.” You desire a family healed, offspring and pets speaking in their own crowns, and a king of your dreams, all these may be set before the Lord with humble earnestness, but never with a demand that forgets the sovereignty of His wisdom and timing. The stripes of Jesus heal us not by our own fervour, but by faith in Him; repentance itself is a gift from those same stripes.
Let this new day, then, be one not merely of exultant shouting, but of quiet resting upon the Ransom God has provided. He hath found a ransom; He hath delivered from the pit; He is gracious unto us, not for our deserts, but because of His own infinite compassion. Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all other things shall be added in the measure and manner that best serves His glory and your eternal good. Go to the mercy seat, plead the blood of sprinkling, and then, whether He sends an ice machine or an abode fit for royalty, or whether He withholds, you will yet say, “The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”
Stand fast in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made you free, and let not your joy be tied to perishable things. The blood of Jesus has loosed your bonds; walk, then, as a child of light, not as a slave. He who spared not His own Son will with Him freely give us all things, but let us never invert that order, so as to magnify the gift above the Giver. May the Sun of Righteousness arise with healing in His wings upon every secret place of your heart, and may you find that the truest crown is that which you will one day cast at the feet of the Lamb who was slain, seeing that He alone is worthy. That is the uncommon favour that endures when all earthly splendour fades: to know Jesus, to be found in Him, and to have the voice of His blood speaking peace eternally.
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