The deeper, the bitterer
your loneliness, the more are you like Him, who cried upon the cross,
"My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" He knows what that
grief, too, is like. He feels for thee, at least. Though all
forsake thee, He is with thee still; and if He be with thee, what
matter who has left thee for a while? Ay, blessed are those that
weep now, for they shall laugh. It is those whom the Lord loveth
that He chasteneth. And because He loves the poor, He brings them
low. All things are blessed now, but sin; for all things, excepting
sin, are redeemed by the life and death of the Son of God. Blessed
are wisdom and courage, joy, and health, and beauty, love and
marriage, childhood and manhood, corn and wine, fruits and flowers,
for Christ redeemed them by His life. And blessed, too, are tears
and shame, blessed are weakness and ugliness, blessed are agony and
sickness, blessed the sad remembrance of our sins, and a broken
heart, and a repentant spirit. Blessed is death, and blessed the
unknown realms, where souls await the resurrection day, for Christ
redeemed them by His death. Blessed are all things, weak, as well as
strong. Blessed are all days, dark, as well as bright, for all are
His, and He is ours; and all are ours, and we are His, for ever.
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