Isa 62:4 Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken; neither shall thy land any more be termed Desolate: but thou shalt be called Hephzibah, and thy land Beulah: for the LORD delighteth in thee, and thy land shall be married.
"Forsaken"
is a dreary word. It sounds like a knell. It is the record of I
sharpest sorrows and the prophecy of direst ills. An abyss of misery
yawns in that word forsaken.
Forsaken by one who pledges his honor!
Forsaken by a friend so long tried and trusted! Forsaken by a dear
relative! Forsaken by father and mother! Forsaken by all!
This is woe
indeed, and yet it may be patiently born if the LORD will take us up.
But what must it be to feel forsaken of God? Think of that bitterest of
cries, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
Have we ever in any
degree tasted the wormwood and the gall of "forsaken" in that sense? If
so, let us beseech our LORD to save us from any repetition of so
unspeakable a sorrow. Oh, that such darkness may never return!
Men in
malice said of a saint, "God hath forsaken him; persecute and take him."
But it was always false.
The LORD's loving favor shall compel our cruel
foes to eat their own words or, at least, to hold their tongues.
The
reverse of all this is that superlative word Hephzibah "the LORD
delighteth in thee." This turns weeping into dancing.
Let those who
dreamed that they were forsaken hear the LORD say, "I will never leave
thee nor forsake thee."
~C.H. Spurgeon~
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