I composed the message you have just read about one week before the Newtown, CT, tragedy. When the news broke that morning, I thought about the storms of life and how we deal with them. Then the Holy Spirit prompted my memory of the song "It Is Well With My Soul," penned by Horatio Spafford in 1873, and the story behind the song. The passage below, taken from Wikipedia, tells that story, and the words of the hymn follow:
This hymn was written after several traumatic events in Spafford's life. The first was the death of his only son in 1871 at the age of four, shortly followed by the great Chicago fire, which ruined him financially. In a late change of plans for a visit to Europe, he sent his family ahead while he stayed home to deal with a business issue. While crossing the Atlantic their ship sank rapidly after a collision with another sea vessel, and all four of Spafford's daughters died. Shortly afterwards, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write these words as his ship passed near where his daughters had died.
"It Is Well With My Soul"
When peace like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain: It is well, (it is well), With my soul, (with my soul) It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live: If Jordan above me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life, Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord! Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.
When the storms of life attend your way, remember what Christ said, "In this world you will have trouble, but I have overcome the world!"
God bless and have a wonderful Christmas because God is still on the throne and Christ sits at His right hand ever interceding for you and me!
In Christ,
Bruce Cato |