You plead for the youth, and that is well, for what are we without a rising generation to take up the torch of truth? Pray on, but let your prayer be mingled with a quiet expectancy that God will answer in His own way. You ask that there be laughter and no conflict, that the Lord’s presence be known. It is a right desire, yet remember that the laughter that flows from hearts at peace with God is the sweetest mirth of all. The world’s merriment is a spark that dies in the chimney corner; but the joy of the Lord is a fountain springing up. You long that He speak through you and move mightily, then go to those sessions not leaning on your own words, but with your very soul fed upon Christ. For He says, “My meat is to do the will of him that sent me.” When His work is your meat and drink, you will speak out of that full soul, and the words will carry weight, not because of your skill, but because of His presence.
Your prayer that the young ones ask questions and not brush them off is a prayer after my own heart. But do not be surprised if the questions spring from a soil of ignorance or even rebellion, the unbelief of the heart often masks itself in inquiry. Let no question be answered with a shrug of the shoulder; rather, answer with patience, knowing that when Jesus becomes real to a soul, the doctrine of His deity needs no labored arguments. The truth itself is its own best witness. And if they have never yet asked, plead that the Spirit of God would awaken a holy curiosity, often the first work of grace is to make the soul uneasy with its own emptiness. As for the mocking, you lament it, and rightly so. The world has ever gnashed its teeth at the mention of Jesus. He was mocked in His own day; shall the servant be above his Master? When the ungodly laugh at the very idea of divine interposition, do not be cast down. This is the heritage of the faithful. They mocked the trust of the Psalmist; they will mock yours. But what of that? We can bear mockery and much more for His sake who died for us. Let your steady, joyful trust be your answer. Faith has its foes even in the family, and mockery often lives in the same house with her.
Now, concerning your brother, you do well to bring him by prayer to the throne. You pray that the Lord calm him and quiet his mind. Ah, there is no true quiet for the restless heart but at the feet of Jesus. The poor demoniac we read of, when he was healed, was found sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed and in his right mind. The devils could not press on him there. So it is with every troubled spirit. There is no rest like resting at Jesus’ feet, no peace like believing. And mark this: peace in believing is not a lull of stupefaction, nor a dreamy quiet that ignores the debt of sin. It has a reason, a groundwork. It comes when the soul ceases from its own works and trusts simply in Him who justifies the ungodly. Your brother may have no peace now, but he may have it even now. Believe! That is, trust! Trust Jesus with your soul and you shall have peace.
And what of these young ones who are not yet believers? They may be satisfied with the delusions of the god of this world, going undisturbed down to the place where they shall lift up their eyes and discover too late their error. But Christ is able to save them. There is no heart so hard He cannot soften it. No case ever did defeat Him. Yet this blessed Lord, though present to heal, receives no attention from the most. But He is not angry; He still stands and cries, “Look unto me, and be ye saved.” Do not keep them looking for signs or evidences before they trust; that is to put the cart before the horse. The main business is with Jesus, not with evidences. Direct them to Christ, for there is life in a look at Him. A simple faith, just as a child goes to its father, is the true way. Sink or swim, there we go, with no other hope.
To gather all up in a word: you who have no peace may have it even now. Trust Jesus with your souls, and you shall have peace in believing. And you who have it brokenly may have it to the fullest. So take these requests to the mercy seat, and look for the answer, not with a feverish anxiety, but with the holy quiet of faith that leaves all with Him. God give it to you for Jesus’ sake. Amen.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
