THE GREATEST GIFT He that spared
not his own son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall
he not with him also freely give us all things? Romans 8 verse
32 These are amazing words! God, the Infinite God, identifying
Himself, so to speak, with the experiences of human sorrow,
silencing every murmur with the unanswerable argument, I spared
not my own son, I gave my greatest gift for you, will you not cheerfully
surrender your best to me? Can you refuse, after this unspeakable
gift of my love, to trust me in lesser things? The greater
gift may surely well be a pledge for the bestowment of all needed
subordinate good. He promised to give all things.
These all things are in His hand. They will be selected and allotted
by His loving wisdom, crosses as well as comforts, sorrows
and tears as well as smiles and joys. Mourning one, this very
trial which now dims your eye is one of these all things. Trust
his faithfulness. He would as soon wound the son
of his love as wound you. Won't God who gave us Christ
also give us all things? There is a blessed impossibility,
after the bestowment of the gift of gifts, that He will inflict
one unnecessary trial, or withhold one needed benefit. think of
his love when he offered his Isaac on the altar. It is the
same at this hour, infinite and immutable. Yes, we may be reconciled,
even to the denial of earthly blessedness, because ordered
by him who gave Jesus. Lying meekly in the arms of His
mercy, Be it ours to say in filial confidence, Lord, anything with
your love, Anything but your frown. all things, the whole
range of human needs and necessities is known to Him. The care He
invites me to cast upon Him is all my care, the need all my
need. This is His own special promise.
And God is able to make all grace abound toward you, that you,
always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to
every good work. He will give me nothing, and
deny me nothing, but what is for my good. Let me not question
the appointments of infinite wisdom. Let me not wound him
by one dishonoring doubt. Let me lean upon him in little
things as well as in great things. After the pledge of his love
in Jesus, nothing can come wrong that comes from his hands. If
tempted at times to harbor some unkind misgivings, let the sight
of the cross dispel it. Looking to the rainbow in the
cloud, Gleaming with the words, he loved me, And gave himself
for me, be it mine to say, Lord, though you bend my spirit low,
Love only will I see. The very hand that strikes the
blow Was wounded once for me.