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Intercession With Groanings
What Cannot Be Uttered
L.
B. Cowman
STREAMS IN THE DESERT
"Likewise also the Spirit
helpeth our infirmities; for we know not what to pray for as we ought; but the
Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be
uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the
Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of
God" (Romans
8:26, 27).
This
is the deep mystery of prayer.
This
is the delicate divine mechanism which words cannot interpret, and which
theology cannot explain, but which the humblest believer knows even when he
does not understand.
Oh,
the burdens that we love to bear and cannot understand!
Oh,
the inarticulate out-reachings of our hearts for things we cannot comprehend!
And
yet we know they are an echo from the throne and a whisper from the heart of
God.
It is
often a groan rather than a song, a burden rather than a buoyant wing.
But
it is a blessed burden, and it is a groan whose undertone is praise and
unutterable joy.
It is
"a groaning which cannot be
uttered."
We
could not ourselves express it always, and sometimes we do not understand any
more than that God is praying in us, for something that needs His touch and
that He understands.
“And
so we can just pour out the fullness of our heart, the burden of our spirit,
the sorrow that crushes us, and know that He hears, He loves, He understands,
He receives; and He separates from our prayer all that is imperfect, ignorant
and wrong, and presents the rest, with the incense of the great High Priest,
before the throne on high; and our prayer is heard, accepted and answered in
His name.” -- A. B. Simpson
It is
not necessary to be always speaking to God or always hearing from God, to have
communion with Him; there is an inarticulate fellowship more sweet than words.
The
little child can sit all day long beside its busy mother and, although few
words are spoken on either side, and both are busy, the one at his absorbing
play, the other at her engrossing work, yet both are in perfect fellowship.
He
knows that she is there, and she knows that he is all right.
So
the saint and the Saviour can go on for hours in the silent fellowship of love,
and he be busy about the most common things, and yet conscious that every
little thing he does is touched with the complexion of His presence, and the
sense of His approval and blessing.
And
then, when pressed with burdens and troubles too complicated to put into words
and too mysterious to tell or understand, how sweet it is to fall back into His
blessed arms, and just sob out the sorrow that we cannot speak! -- Selected
STREAMS IN THE
DESERT
In a barren wilderness, L. B. Cowman long
ago discovered a fountain that sustained her, and she shared it with the world.
This collection of prayerful meditations, Christian writings, and God’s written
promises will encourage and inspire you to follow Jesus.
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