Letter to Our Readers From A Wise Elderly Woman in Canada: In the Midst of These Troubles, It Is Well With My Soul

Dearly beloved brothers and sisters in the Lord:

Needless to say, we don’t like what is happening in governments and societies today, but as we keep reading the Scriptures, we will understand why things are as they are in the world in our days.  God in His mercy is calling all to repent, to turn from our evil ways, and honor Him Who is the righteous Judge and merciful Father.  He cares and continues to knock at the heart’s door of every person, including those in authority and positions of power, those for whom we are to pray as it is written.

Repeatedly in Scripture the prophets record that the response to God’s call is, “We will not obey You, we will do whatever we want, we will be our own gods, deciding what is good and what is evil.”  That has severe consequences!

God continues to plead with mankind because He is love and He is full of mercy, nor is He willing that any should perish (2 Peter 3:9) but that all should come to repentance and faith in His Beloved Son and have everlasting life.  We all have unsaved persons for whom we pray.  That includes national leaders in this world. God uses them to accomplish His purposes.  Someday, we will understand.  We don’t have rights—we have responsibilities, and we have privileges.

Most people do not change even after tragedy but go right back to their “normal” way of life.  Jesus wept.  So do I. 

Is God trying to get our attention?  I ask myself and others this question often. I keep handing out the Word, tracts, e-mails, and letters.  It is possible to have total peace in the midst of great trials and troubles.  It is well with my soul . . . and may that be our song daily.    

We look forward to His appearing in the clouds.  Even so, come soon, Lord Jesus, come quickly.  Yet, I thank You, precious Lord, for being longsuffering toward the unsaved for whom I pray.

JHD

Lyrics of “It Is Well With My Soul”

By Horatio G. Spafford

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

Refrain:
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

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

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!

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.

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!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when the 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.