A Word from the Lord Himself

How wonderful it is—it causes a change in the spiritual mind immediately. I have for some time been thinking of writing about the many “nevers” that are in the Bible― “fire must never go out,” “never hunger,” “never thirst,” “never die,” and many more, and that wonderful “never” in John 13:8,8Peter saith unto him, Thou shalt never wash my feet. Jesus answered him, If I wash thee not, thou hast no part with me. (John 13:8) when Simon Peter said to our Lord, “Thou shalt never wash my feet,” but when the Lord answered, “If I wash thee not, thou hast no part with me,” see what a change came in Peter’s heart at once, “Not my feet only, but my hands and my head.” He at once wanted all for Christ, and so, dear friends, it will be with us, if we hear Him speak to either of us, we can also repeat with St. Peter, not my feet only but my hands and my head. Listen for His voice when He speaks, quietly listen, and you will be guided what to say or do. Even in sleep you will hear His voice, as a dear young friend of mine dreamed she was close to the pearly gates and begged to be admitted, but His voice said, “No go back and comfort the sorrowing and speak for Me,” and now she is doing this and working for Him more than ever (God bless her). One day some years ago I was privileged to comfort a dying clergyman. He was dying of heart disease and kept on repeating Psalms 28:1,1<<A Psalm of David.>> Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit. (Psalm 28:1) “If Thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit,” so I repeated scripture to him, text after text, “Wait on the Lord, be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thine heart, wait I say on the Lord,” and the Lord did, for shortly after, He “turned his mourning into dancing” (Psa. 30:1111Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; (Psalm 30:11)), and he repeated to me that wonderful poem of “Wrestling Jacob,” a verse of which I transcribe ―
“The Sun of righteousnesses on me
Hath rose with healing in His wings,
Withered my nature’s strength; from Thee
My soul its life and succor brings.
My help is all laid up above
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.”
Emily P. Leakey.