the Psalmist talking about when he speaks of the healing of diseases? While watching a television documen tary on dread maladies plaguing man kind, I listened as a newsman inter viewed a mother who had a young son about seven years of age who had been seriously stricken. It was point ed out, for the benefit of the audience, that this young boy would probably die in a matter of a few years. So serious and grave was this particu lar disease that no one on record having the affliction had ever lived beyond the age of 20. Yet there was a strange glow about this mother. Evidently the commentator had noted it, too, for he pointedly asked her, “How is it that you can have such a radiance in the face of what you know is ahead for you and your boy ?” She responded confidently, “Well, you see, there are scientists even now who are working on a cure for the dis ease. My husband and I just will not give up hope that some day that an swer may be found.” No doubt scien tists some day will be able to combat successfully this and other terrible afflictions of mankind, yet there is and will continue to be a disease far more severe than this one. This sick ness has affected not only children but also every single individual who has ever entered into this world. Of course, I’m referring to the spirit ual disease of sin, which, unless the only remedy is applied, will bring spiritual, physical, and eternal death. In His loving grace and mercy, how ever, God Himself has provided the cure through the person of His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. This, I be lieve, is that about which the Psalm ist is speaking in the words, “He healeth all of our diseases.” Let me put it this way. The greatest heal ing today is not really that of the body. It is without a doubt the spir itual healing of the human soul. The body will die but the soul lives on throughout all the eternal ages. Every one of us has diseases or forms of sin
NO PLACE FOR DOUBT I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea Coming drifting home with broken masts and sails; I will believe the Hand which never fails, From seeing evil worketh good for me. And though I weep because those sails are tattered, Still will I tarry, while my best hopes lie shattered, "I trust in Thee.” I will not doubt, though all my prayers return Unanswered from the still, white realm above; I will believe in an all-wise love Which has refused these things for which I yearn; And though at times, I cannot keep from grieving, Yet the pure ardor of my fixed believing Undimmed shall burn. I will not doubt though sorrows fall like rain, And trouble swarm like bees about a hive; I will believe the heights for which I strive Are only reached by anguish and by pain; And though I groan and writhe beneath my crosses, I yet shall see through my severest losses The good or gain. I will not doubt, well-anchored In this faith, Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale; So strong its courage that it will not quail To face the mighty unknown sea of death. O, may I cry, though body parts with spirit, “I do not doubt,” so listening worlds may hear it, With my last breath.
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