The year was 1910. A young minister in his twenties, named Luther Bridges, left his wife and three young sons in the care of her father while he traveled to Kentucky to do ministry at a conference for two weeks. Oh what a blessed and joyful time he had, ministering to others!
Eagerly, he received a telephone call after the last service. He could not wait to share with his wife all of the wonderful things God had done. It was not his wife on the telephone. Instead... it was someone relaying terrible news. His father-in-law's house had caught on fire. His wife and all three of his sons had perished in the flames.
I cannot image the grief of this young husband and father. His beloved wife and children were swept away in an instant...while he was going about the Father's business. I have no doubt that in the midst of his grief, his heart cried out, "Why, God?" Wouldn't you?
However, this same man penned these same words:
There s within my heart a melody Jesus whispers sweet and low, Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still, In all of life s ebb and flow.
All my life was wrecked by sin and strife,
Discord filled my heart with pain,
Jesus swept across the broken strings,
Stirred the slumbering chords again.
Feasting on the riches of His grace,
Resting neath His sheltering wing,
Always looking on His smiling face,
That is why I shout and sing.
Though sometimes He leads through waters deep,
Trials fall across the way,
Though sometimes the path seems rough and steep,
See His footprints all the way.
Soon He s coming back to welcome me,
Far beyond the starry sky;
I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown,
I shall reign with Him on high.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Sweetest Name I know,
Fills my every longing,
Keeps me singing as I go.
These were not some idle words sliding off his pen. This man had lost those who were dearest to his heart. Yet, despite that he clung to his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Ninety-eight years later, in a chemo-infusion room, a woman recalled these precious words which she had sung all of her life. She sang those words again and remembered... Jesus had placed a melody in her heart one day so long ago and the song had not ended. She did not have to be afraid for he was with her... every step of the way.
You O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. Ps. 18:28
Great blog and testimony. It is what we 'do' concerning our faith, that God is concerned with. 'Think it not strange' Peter exhorted. Faith will definitely be 'tried'. Testimonies such as these give us strength. Thanks for the blog. God Bless Sis. billy