Sunday, December 8, 2013
"There was a brother in Dundee Scotland, who had fallen and broken his back when he was a boy of fifteen. He had lain on his bed for about 40yrs, and could not move without a good deal of pain. Probably not a day had passed in all those years without acute suffering. But day after day the grace of God had been granted to him, and when I was in his chamber it seemed as if I was as near heaven as I could get on earth. I can imagine that when the angels passed over Dundee, they had to stop there to get refreshed.
When I saw him, I thought he must be beyond the reach of the tempter, and I asked him: "Doesn't Satan ever tempt you to doubt God, and to think that He is a hard Master?"
"Oh, yes," he said, "he does try to tempt me. I lie here and see my old schoolmates driving along in their carriages and Satan says, "If God is so good, why does He keep you here all these years? You might have been a rich man, riding your own carriage. If God loves you, couldn't He have kept you from breaking your back?"
"What do you do when Satan tempts you?"
"Ah, I just take him to Calvary, and I show him Christ, and I point out those wounds in his hands and feet and side, and say, 'Doesn't he love me?' And the fact is, he got such a scare there eighteen hundred years ago that he cannot stand it; he leaves me every time."
That bedridden saint had not much trouble with doubts; he was too full of the grave of God."
Please take me there!