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I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek Thy servant; for I do not forget Thy commandments.
Psalm 119:176

If the Lord did not seek us, we would never seek the Lord. That is most certain. If you are one that seeks the Lord in prayer, in supplication, in secret desire, with many a heart-rending groan, and often by night and by day, be well assured, that you would never have sought the Lord, had not the Lord first sought you. He is now seeking you. It may be (as you fear), some time before He finds you; but He will find you at last.

How sweetly the Lord has set this forth in the parable of the lost sheep! The poor sheep has gone astray; and having once left the fold, it is pretty sure to have got into some strange place or other. It has fallen down a rock, or has rolled into a ditch, or is hidden beneath a bush, or has crept into a cave, or is lying in some deep, distant ravine, where none but an experienced eye and hand can find it out. Just so with the Lord’s lost sheep; they get into strange places. They fall off rocks, slip into holes, hide among the bushes, and sometimes creep off to die in caverns.

When the literal sheep has gone astray, the shepherd goes after it to find it. Here he sees a footmark, there a little lock of wool torn off by the thorns. Every nook he searches; into every corner he looks, until at last he finds the poor sheep wearied, torn, and half expiring, with scarcely strength enough to groan forth its misery. He does not beat it home, nor thrust the goad into its back; but he gently takes it up, lays it upon his shoulder, and brings it home rejoicing.

Similar in grace are the Lord’s ways with His lost sheep. Men act otherwise. Let a pharisee see a sheep cast, as it is called in the country, that is, lying helpless upon its back, he would soon kick it up and kick it home, beat its head with his crook, or drive the sharp nail into its flank.

David’s was a wise prayer, “Let me fall into the hands of God, and not into the hands of man.” O to fall into the hands of God; into the hands of a merciful and compassionate High Priest, Who was tempted in all points, like as we are, and can therefore sympathize with His poor tempted people! These, these are the only hands for us safely to fall into; and he that falls into these hands will neither fall out of them, nor through them, for “underneath are the everlasting arms,” and these can neither be sundered nor broken.

To the reader…

Have you gone astray, and are you lying like a lost sheep in some strange place, worn out and scarcely strong enough to groan forth your misery? Do you seek the Lord with many a heart-rending sigh, by night and by day, and do you fear that He will never find you? Then be well assured: you would never have sought Him if He had not first sought you.

He is seeking you now. It may take some time, but He will find you at last; every hiding place is known to Him. And when He finds you, He gently takes you up and carries you home rejoicing. So let yourself fall into His hands. Whoever falls into them never falls out of them again, for underneath are the everlasting arms, and they never fail.

With warm regards,
The compilers of jcphilpot.nl