Praise God! I am born again, but I am not saved from sorrow. Tears are the portion and lot of us all here upon this earth. For many years, I could say that I had never had a broken heart. I had never sorrowed. All in my family were well and strong. I had never lost a loved one by death. I had never trod the valley of sorrow. I had never shed bitter tears. However, never again can I say this. In December of 1969, one of the three men who most shaped and influenced my life went out into eternity. My Uncle John Wright passed away. Sandra and I were just engaged to be married and my wife’s first experience with my family was to attend his funeral. My heart was broken. Tears came freely then, and often since. I was saved then as much as ever, but I was not saved from sorrow.
My father passed away in September of 1980, just one day away from his sixty-sixth birthday. I wept again like a baby for the sorrow of my father’s death. Then twenty years later my father-in-law died from his injuries of a car accident. And later that same year my blessed mother died. My heart was emptied again.
Sometime in the lives of us all sorrow will come. This sorrow will make us long for the day when Jesus will wipe away all tears from our eyes. He has given to us this promise: “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning” (Ps. 30:5). The time will come when no saved person will ever weep, when our hearts will never bleed again.
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