every groan of your wounded heart. By Thomas Guthrie If Jesus was only a man, then how could he guard the interests and manage all the affairs of all his redeemed people scattered far and wide over the face of the habitable globe? What heart is large enough to embrace them all? What eyes could see them all? What ears could hear them all? Think of the 10,000 prayers pronounced in a hundred different languages that go up at once and all together to his ear. Yet there is no confusion. None are lost. None are missed in the crowd.

nor are they heard by him as standing on yonder lofty crag, we hear the din of the city that lies stretched out far beneath us, with all its separate sounds of cries and rumbling wheels and human voices mixed up into one deep, confused, hollow roar, like the boom of the sea's distant breakers.

No, every believer may feel as if he were alone with Jesus, enjoying a private audience of the king in his presence chamber. Be of good cheer. Every groan of your wounded heart, your every sigh and cry and prayer, falls as distinctly on Jesus' ear as if you stood beside his throne, or nearer still, lay with John on his bosom, and felt the beating of his heart against your own.

how full of encouragement and comfort this is to those who have sins to confess, sorrows to tell him, and many a heavy care to cast upon his sympathy and kindness. Believer, let him sustain your cares. Your case cannot be too difficult, nor can your burden be too heavy for the one who guides the rolling planets on their course. and bears on His unwearied arm the weight of the universe.

Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.