Your prayer has reached the throne of grace, and the Lord who hears the sighing of the prisoner bends His ear to your cry. It is no small thing to groan before Him for the soul of another, and He who stirs up such intercession will not despise it. You have asked that He would open the eyes of your husband, even by breaking him if need be, so that he might find the narrow gate before the door is shut forever. This is a solemn request, born of faith and love, and I would not weaken its force. Yet let me speak plainly from the living oracles.
There is a great reality in God's salvation, for it is the truth of His salvation. It is no myth, no shadow cast by a troubled conscience, but substantial as the heart of the Eternal. When a sinner comes to know it, the change is as real as the turning of night into day. You have tasted this, and you long for him to taste it also. Pray on, then, for the truth of God's salvation is not a thing to be played with. It is the one way, the only way, for there is none other name under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved. Your husband will not stumble into heaven by a back door, nor will a second-rate hope suffice. The gate is narrow, and the road is straight, but it stands wide open for all who come by Christ, the foundation laid in Zion.
You have asked that the Lord would do whatever it takes, even to the breaking of him. Remember Nebuchadnezzar, that proud monarch who was driven among the beasts until his nails grew like claws and his hair like eagles' feathers, until he learned that the Most High rules. It is often so that God teaches the grand truth that there is none beside Him: He makes us look entirely away from ourselves. The breaking of earthly pride, the shattering of self-righteousness, is the ploughing of the fallow ground where the seed of grace takes root. I dare not pray against such a work if it be the only surgery that can open blind eyes. Yet, I would whisper this to your heart: be not hasty to dictate the method. The Lord knows how to break with a tender hand as well as with an iron rod. A heart may be rent by love as truly as by law. Leave the instruments in His wise keeping.
Meanwhile, hold up before him the simplicity of the way. Salvation is not a riddle for scholars, nor a mystery locked in a learned tongue. It is "Look unto me, and be ye saved." To believe is to trust, to rest, to drop the full weight of the soul upon the finished work of Christ. Unbelief is folly of the darkest hue: men trust rogues with their money, and quacks with their bodies, and yet doubt the God of truth who cannot lie. Pray that this folly be swept away, that with childlike simplicity he may take hold of the promise, "Whoever believes on Him shall not be ashamed." That word "whoever" shuts none out, not the drunkard, not the harlot, not the self-righteous moralist. If your husband has been deluded into thinking his way is good enough, or that he will one day make himself fit, pray the truth into him: we are all condemned already, and free grace is the only plank from the wreck.
Your prayer is urgent, for you feel the night coming on. Bear in mind that this very day is the day of salvation. It is always now, while the acceptable time lasts. Do not let the tempter persuade you that these fervent cries are in vain because the answer tarries. God's delays are not denials. In your own life, you have known the truth experimentally, and you know that He who began a good work will perform it. He who drew you can draw your husband. The arm of the Lord is not shortened.
While you wait, rejoice in your own salvation as God's salvation, and let the streamers of joy fly from your life. A fretful, despairing wife makes a poor herald of the gospel. Let him see what Christ has done for you, and may your quiet confidence be a living epistle read of men. Yet do not trust in your example alone: the truth must be spoken as well as lived. A word in season, a Scripture pressed home, a sermon attended together, the Lord works by means. Above all, continue in prayer, and know this: a prayer like yours, which dares to ask for the breaking if it must be, is no weak prayer. It has already grasped the horns of the altar.
I leave you with this sure word: "He says, I have heard you in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I helped you." The Lord give you the desire of your heart, and bring your husband to the narrow gate, to the praise of the glory of His grace.