Thursday, March 12, 2009

We Shall Grow Stronger

Yesterday, as I was reading Streams in the Desert, I was struck by this, shared it with Bryan, and he asked me to post it.

Sorrow came to you yesterday, and emptied your home. Your first impulse now is to give up, and sit down in despair amid the wrecks of your hopes. But you dare not do it. You are in the line of battle, and the crisis is at hand. To falter a moment would be to imperil some holy interest. Other lives would be harmed by your pausing, holy interest would suffer, should your hands be folded. You must not linger even to indulge your grief.

A distinguished general related this pathetic incident of his own experience in time of war. The general's son was a lieutenant of battery. An assault was in progress. The father was leading his division in a charge; as he pressed on in the field, suddenly his eye was caught by the sight of a dead battery-officer lying just before him. One glance showed him it was his own son. His fatherly impulse was to stop beside the loved form and give vent to his grief, but the duty of the moment demanded that he should press on in the charge; so, quickly snatching one hot kiss from the dead lips, he hastened away, leading his command in the assault.

Weeping inconsolably beside a grave can never give back love's banished treasure, nor can any blessing come out of such sadness. Sorrow makes deep scars; it writes its record ineffaceably on the heart which suffers. We really never get over our great griefs; we are never altogether the same after we have passed through them as we were before. Yet there is a humanizing and fertilizing influence in sorrow which has been rightly accepted and cheerfully borne. Indeed, they are poor who have never suffered, and have none of sorrow's marks upon them. The joy set before us should shine upon our griefs as the sun shines through the clouds glorifying them. God has so ordered, that in pressing on in duty we shall find the truest, richest comfort for ourselves. Sitting down to brood over our sorrows, the darkness deepens about us and creeps into our heart, and our strength changes to weakness. But if we turn away from the gloom, and take up the tasks and duties to which God call us, the light will come again, and we shall grow stronger.

J.R. Miller (1840-1912)

1 comment:

Dina said...

Wow...Powerful. The next book I buy will be Streams in the Desert. [Amazon, used! :)] Yesterday I googled "metastic", not realizing it was "metastatic." I had no idea what it meant. Colon cancer runs in our (mine and Letricia's) family, not sure what kind, but I should find out. I wish yours was not this kind. I am so thankful for the HOPE-filled attitude that the SCTWC staff has, it is where I would want to be if I were in your shoes. God bless you all today, you are both an inspiration.
Prayerfully, Dina

P.S. I agree with a previous commenter that you grow to love those you are constantly in prayer for. Love to you and your family.