There
are plenty of these lame ones, both male and female.
You may meet "her
that halteth" twenty times in an hour.
They are in the right road and
exceedingly anxious to run in it with diligence, but they are lame and
make a sorry walk of it.
On the heavenly road there are many cripples.
It may be that they say in their hearts...What will become of us? Sin
will overtake us; Satan will throw us down.
Ready-to-halt is our name
and our nature; the LORD can never make good soldiers of us, nor even
nimble messengers to go on His errands.
Well, well! He will save us, and
that is no small thing.
He says, "I will save her that halteth."
In
saving us He will greatly glorify Himself.
Everybody will ask...How
came this lame woman to run the race and win the crown?
And then the
praise will all be given to Almighty grace.
LORD, though I halt
in faith, in prayer, in praise, in service, and in patience, save me, I
beseech Thee!
Only Thou canst save such a cripple as I am.
LORD, let me
not perish because I am among the hindmost, but gather up by Thy grace
the slowest of Thy pilgrims...even me.
Behold He hath said it shall be
so, and therefore, like Jacob, prevailing in prayer, I go forward though
my sinew be shrunk.
~Charles Spurgeon~
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