Essentials of prayerBounds, Edward M. (Edward McKendree)
Religion
Essentials of prayer
Bounds, Edward M. (Edward McKendree)
Prayer -- Christianity
“Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to prayer;
Bring me to my Saviour’s feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.”
Prayer in the time of trouble brings comfort, help, hope, and
blessings, which, while not removing the trouble, enable the saint the
better to bear it and to submit to the will of God. Prayer opens the
eyes to see God’s hand in trouble. Prayer does not interpret God’s
providences, but it does justify them and recognise God in them. Prayer
enables us to see wise ends in trouble. Prayer in trouble drives us
away from unbelief, saves us from doubt, and delivers from all vain
and foolish questionings because of our painful experiences. Let us
not lose sight of the tribute paid to Job when all his troubles came
to the culminating point: “In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God
foolishly.”
Alas! for vain, ignorant men, without faith in God and knowing nothing
of God’s disciplinary processes in dealing with men, who charge God
foolishly when troubles come, and who are tempted to “curse God.” How
silly and vain are the complainings, the murmurings and the rebellion
of men in the time of trouble! What need to read again the story of
the Children of Israel in the wilderness! And how useless is all our
fretting, our worrying over trouble, as if such unhappy doings on our
part could change things! “And which of you with taking thought, can
add to his stature one cubit?” How much wiser, how much better, how
much easier to bear life’s troubles when we take everything to God in
prayer?
Trouble has wise ends for the praying ones, and these find it so.
Happy is he who, like the Psalmist, finds that his troubles have been
blessings in disguise. “It is good for me that I have been afflicted,
that I might learn thy statutes. I know, O Lord, that thy judgments are
right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me.”
“O who could bear life’s stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace branch from above.
“Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright,
With more than rapture’s ray;
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.”
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