There are dark times in our lives…some darker than others, but God has a reason for each of them. But be encouraged….we may not ever understand them…but they are all for a reason. One great scene of the bible is when Jesus is going to wash the feet of the disciples. Peter protests, but Christ answers him like this….
John 13:7 – “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.” (ESV)
What a great answer….Don’t worry about it Peter…you will understand later. Just understand that you are being taught, because I need you to learn something. Now don’t get me wrong…these days may seem dark…and maybe they are, but there is a reason.
There is a great story about a guy named William Cowper. Through many life tradegies, he was in the valley….
Cowper often struggled with depression and doubt. He tried to kill himself by drinking poison, but didn’t take enough, and his stomach was pumped to save his life. So discouraged he tried to fall on a knife and the blade broke. He tried to hang himself with a garter….on the third attempt, the garter broke after he lost consciousness. One night he decided to commit suicide by drowning himself. He called a cab and told the driver to take him to the Thames River. However, thick fog came down and prevented them from finding the river (another version of the story has the driver getting lost deliberately). After driving around lost for a while, the cabby finally stopped and let Cowper out. To Cowper’s surprise, he found himself on his own doorstep: God had sent the fog to keep him from killing himself. Even in our blackest moments, God watches over us.
While it is tragic that anybody would ever be at the point of depression, especially to the point of suicide. But the fact that God wouldn’t let him be successful at killing himself…is almost comical. But that is how God does things…..why? Because God had things for William Cowper to do…like write hymns, poems…and these famous words…
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
Grace and Peace, Dan