To The Sufferer GOD Seems To Move So Slowly!

Luke 8:41  And, behold, there came a man named Jairus, and he was a ruler of the synagogue: and he fell down at Jesus' feet, and besought him that he would come into his house:

Luke 8:42  For he had one only daughter, about twelve years of age, and she lay a dying. But as he went the people thronged him.

It was not far from the shore to Jairus house, but it never seemed so long to Jairus as that morning.

The news soon spread up the street that Jesus was back: at every turning the crowd gathered and grew, until at last, the way was almost blocked, and Jairus almost in despair.

Then came an unexpected interruption.

A poor sick woman had touched the tassel of Jesus' robe and had been healed, and Jesus had to halt and call her forth, and teach her that there was no magic in the tassel, but that her faith had healed her.

And all this took so long-or seemed to Jairus to take so long that when he saw a movement in the crowd, and caught sight of his servant forcing his way through, he knew in a moment that his daughter was dead.

How slow GOD often seems!

How hard it often is to wait with Christ!

I saw a little girl once playing on the seashore at building castles.

She built her fort and dug her trenches, and then waited for the waves to fill them.

But the waves were so long in coming that the little girl lost patience, and in a fit stamped down her battlements and went away.

And all the time, ceaseless and irresistible, the ocean was creeping up.

Invisible fingers were drawing the whole sea up to her moat.

I think she would have waited had she been sure of that.

So Jairus and you and I must wait.

Things seem all wrong sometimes. We cannot understand why Christ delays.

 Fear not, believe only, and she shall be made whole.


~George H. Morrison~