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五月七日

有許多人跟著他。他把其中有病的人都治好了。(太1215

許多病痛都擺在耶穌眼前!他並不厭惡,而是耐心地醫治每一個有病的人。各式各樣的惡病都環聚在他的腳前!瘡癤癰疽無所不有!但他都一一把各種形式的惡病醫好。毒箭無論從那裡射來,他都能立即使它的威勢止住。熱病的燒,或是鼓脹的寒;癱瘓的痹,或是癲癇的狂;癩病的髒,或是瞎眼的暗一一都領略了他活的能力,都因他的命令而逃之天天。他到處勝過惡疾,並備受那被釋放之人的尊崇。他來了,他看到,他也到處得勝。今晨也是這樣。不論我有什麼病,這位可敬愛的醫生都能治療我;不論別人是在什麼情形當中,我都能在禱告中求耶穌把他們的罪治好。我的朋友,我的孩子,我所愛的人,當我想到我主醫治的大能時,我就能希望主能把他們都治好;至於我自己,雖然我和罪惡與災禍作著艱苦的鬥爭,我仍可放心。他在世時到處治病,現在他仍能施恩,在人間行異能。現在讓我虔誠地再來到他的面前。

今晨,想到他怎樣醫治了我的靈性,因此使他聞名萬世,我就要稱讚他。他是把病痛放在自己的身上。因他受的鞭傷,我們得醫治。地上的教會中滿了我們可愛的醫生所治好的靈魂;天上的居民都能承認他醫治了他們。那末,我的靈魂哪!來吧,傳揚他恩典的美德,好使它為耶和華留名,作為永遠的證據,不能剪除


May 7

“Great multitudes
followed Him, and He healed them all.” — Matthew 12:15

What a mass of
hideous sickness must have thrust itself under the eye of Jesus! Yet we read
not that He was disgusted, but patiently waited on every case. What a singular
variety of evils must have met at His feet! What sickening ulcers and
putrefying sores! Yet He was ready for every new shape of the monster evil, and
was victor over it in every form. Let the arrow fly from what quarter it might,
He quenched its fiery power. The heat of fever, or the cold of dropsy; the
lethargy of palsy, or the rage of madness; the filth of leprosy, or the
darkness of ophthalmia–all knew the power of His word, and fled at His
command. In every corner of the field He was triumphant over evil, and received
the homage of delivered captives. He came, He saw, He conquered everywhere. It
is even so this morning. Whatever my own case may be, the beloved Physician can
heal me; and whatever may be the state of others whom I may remember at this
moment in prayer, I may have hope in Jesus that He will be able to heal them of
their sins. My child, my friend, my dearest one, I can have hope for each, for
all, when I remember the healing power of my Lord; and on my own account,
however severe my struggle with sins and infirmities, I may yet be of good
cheer. He who on earth walked the hospitals, still dispenses His grace, and
works wonders among the sons of men: let me go to Him at once in right earnest.

Let me praise Him,
this morning, as I remember how He wrought His spiritual cures, which bring Him
most renown. It was by taking upon Himself our sicknesses. “By His stripes
we are healed.” The Church on earth is full of souls healed by our beloved
Physician; and the inhabitants of heaven itself confess that “He healed
them all.” Come, then, my soul, publish abroad the virtue of His grace,
and let it be “to the Lord for a name, for an everlasting sign which shall
not be cut off.”

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