My soul is stirred by your cry. The arrows of the malicious wound deep, but there is a Shield that quenches every fiery dart. You have done well to fly to the Merciful High Priest, for intercessory prayer is the sweetest God ever hears, it is the very breath of Christ’s own heart. When you plead for those who despitefully use you, you stand nearest to the Master, who, while nailed to the tree, cried, “Father, forgive them.” What wonders such prayer has wrought! It has stayed plagues, healed withered arms, and raised the dead. Do not doubt its power for your present distress.
Remember, forgiveness is a fountain opened for the chief of sinners. Let not the venom of others’ spite embitter your own spirit; rather, wash their poison out with the blood of Jesus. There is forgiveness with God, full, free, for great sin, and He bids you extend it. When you pray, “Forgive them,” you ask what He delights to give, for He has commanded us to forgive as we are forgiven. That cry, “Lord, help me!” is a prayer for everybody, and it will hold you up when the tempest rages. Christ’s own intercession for Peter teaches us that He prays before the sifting comes. He has prayed for you, and His plea must prevail. Speak, Lord, for your servant hears; let this be your constant posture, and He shall guide your steps.
Cast your child upon the same almighty arms. The little ones belong to the covenant, and the prayer of faith shall be a hedge about them that no bitter arrow can pierce. Stand still, and see the salvation of God. Strive together with Him in prayer, agonize for your enemies, and soon the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet. His will is your safety; shelter there, and fear not.