Peace like a river 

 

    I want to dedicate this page to not only my sister Linda, but anyone who has experienced the grief of losing someone very special.   At times like this, we search for words of comfort to help those who are grieving. But I am at a loss for words of comfort.  Abraham Lincoln wrote in a letter to a mother who had lost five sons in the war "I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming."   Yet, I tried.  I wanted very badly to find a way to say something very special for Daniel's birthday which is coming up in a few days.  

    This morning at 4:00 o'clock I awoke with a revelation.  Could it be, there are times when it is the other way around?  Does the Lord use those who are grieving to comfort us?  In a few days, it will be a year since my wife and I took that 14 hour drive up to be with my sister and hopefully see Daniel one last time.  We prayed all the way up there for a miracle.  Just before we got there, Linda called us and told us that Daniel had died.  We cried the rest of the way there, sometimes uncontrollably.  We prayed and asked the Lord, how are we going to help anybody while we are like this?  As we pulled up to the house, It was not as we had expected.  She was not the wreck we had imagined.  Moreover, for the entire week we were there and from that day to this, anybody who sees her will testify that from her flows "peace like a river".  

    Credit for that phrase goes to Horatio Gates Spafford.  He was lawyer and business man in Chicago and a very close friend of  D.L. Moody.  He had made his fortune in real estate.  In 1871, Spafford suffered two great losses.  While he was grieving over the loss of his little boy to scarlet fever, he lost just about his entire fortune in the Chicago Fire.  The Lord gave Horatio peace and strength and he in turn, used that gift for the next two years to  help both the grieving and the homeless.  In 1873, he decided to take a vacation with his family to England where he would join D.L. Moody on his evangelistic crusade.  At the last minute, he was delayed from going because of business but told his wife and four daughters to go on ahead and he would meet them there.  A few days after they left, the ship they were on collided with another ship and went down in less than twenty minutes(Some reports say two hours).  Mrs. Spafford somehow survived the shipwreck and was able to cling to floating debris until she was rescued.  Her four daughters did not make it.  Horatio heard about the accident but didn't know if there were survivors or how many.  When his wife got to England, she sent the now famous telegram containing just two words, "saved alone."  Still grieving from the loss of his son, he now also grieved for his daughters.  He went to England to be with his wife.  On the way there, he was told that they were over the place where his daughters' ship went down.  He went down to his cabin and was not heard from for two days so someone was sent to check on him. They knock on the door and ask if he's ok.  He replies "It is well.  God's will be done."  At a moment when he must have been feeling overwhelming grief,  Jesus kept his promise and gave him peace.  I also believe the Holy Spirit moved him to pen these words:             

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain

It is well,  (echo)
With my soul,  (echo)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

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My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

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For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

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But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

Refrain

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Refrain

 

Below is a video about Horatio Spafford and includes the song

 "It Is Well With My Soul"

 
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