AS I face my own weakness head on tonight, as all sense of God fades away, as darkness collapses onto my mind, and peace evades my heart…. there is only one thing left to do: cry out, like the beggar,
Jesus, Son of David, have pity on me! (Luke 18:38)
Was it not in the desert that the Israelites were tested? Was not Abraham’s faith purified when he raised the dagger over his son, Isaac? And did not Christ himself experience the crucifixion of obedience in the Garden of Gethsemane?
Lord Jesus… I need you. Have mercy on me.