I wasn't worried even, in the last hour before bed several friends had texted with encouraging words, some of who knew about the tough day and others who didn't...
"...CF is unbelievable. Ppl asking/wrestling w hard questions n really searching. C___ has gone home 2 korea 2 find a church, J___ (another korean) has decided 2 follow Jesus through his contact wiv us.. The bible is opened week after week and more more Ppl are coming back.It's thrilling. It's to die for..."
As I lay awake the words from a hymn imposed themselves on my thoughts. We don't really sing hymns in the church we attend and it's years since I've sung it. Another case of something helpful 'falling out' of my memory.
O Love that wilt not let me go,
O light that followest all my way,
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
O Cross that liftest up my head,
This hymn was written by the Church of Scotland minister George Matheson in June 1882. He said of it:
"I was alone in the manse at that time. It was the night of my sister’s marriage, and the rest of the family were staying overnight in Glasgow. Something happened to me, which was known only to myself, and which caused me the most severe mental suffering. The hymn was the fruit of that suffering."A hymn which sprang out of Matheson's suffering was a comfort, a challenge and a reminder to me in the middle of a sleepless night. It brough peace enough to remember the grace of God to me, to us as a family and to all who would turn to Jesus.
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.