Spurgeon: April AM
* 04/12/AM
"My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels."
--Psalm 22:14
Our blessed Lord experienced a terrible sinking and melting
of soul. "The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity, but a
wounded spirit who can bear?" Deep depression of spirit is the
most grievous of all trials; all besides is as nothing. Well
might the suffering Saviour cry to His God, "Be not far from
me," for above all other seasons a man needs his God when his
heart is melted within him because of heaviness. Believer, come
near the cross this morning, and humbly adore the King of glory
as having once been brought far lower, in mental distress and
inward anguish, than any one among us; and mark His fitness to
become a faithful High Priest, who can be touched with a feeling
of our infirmities. Especially let those of us whose sadness
springs directly from the withdrawal of a present sense of our
Father's love, enter into near and intimate communion with
Jesus. Let us not give way to despair, since through this dark
room the Master has passed before us. Our souls may sometimes
long and faint, and thirst even to anguish, to behold the light
of the Lord's countenance: at such times let us stay ourselves
with the sweet fact of the sympathy of our great High Priest.
Our drops of sorrow may well be forgotten in the ocean of His
griefs; but how high ought our love to rise! Come in, O strong
and deep love of Jesus, like the sea at the flood in spring
tides, cover all my powers, drown all my sins, wash out all my
cares, lift up my earth-bound soul, and float it right up to my
Lord's feet, and there let me lie, a poor broken shell, washed
up by His love, having no virtue or value; and only venturing to
whisper to Him that if He will put His ear to me, He will hear
within my heart faint echoes of the vast waves of His own love
which have brought me where it is my delight to lie, even at His
feet for ever.