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五月七日

有许多人跟着他。他把其中有病的人都治好了。(太1215

许多病痛都摆在耶稣眼前!他并不厌恶,而是耐心地医治每一个有病的人。各式各样的恶病都环聚在他的脚前!疮疖痈疽无所不有!但他都一一把各种形式的恶病医好。毒箭无论从那里射来,他都能立即使它的威势止住。热病的烧,或是鼓胀的寒;瘫痪的痹,或是癫痫的狂;癞病的脏,或是瞎眼的暗一一都领略了他活的能力,都因他的命令而逃之天天。他到处胜过恶疾,并备受那被释放之人的尊崇。他来了,他看到,他也到处得胜。今晨也是这样。不论我有什么病,这位可敬爱的医生都能治疗我;不论别人是在什么情形当中,我都能在祷告中求耶稣把他们的罪治好。我的朋友,我的孩子,我所爱的人,当我想到我主医治的大能时,我就能希望主能把他们都治好;至于我自己,虽然我和罪恶与灾祸作著艰苦的斗争,我仍可放心。他在世时到处治病,现在他仍能施恩,在人间行异能。现在让我虔诚地再来到他的面前。

今晨,想到他怎样医治了我的灵性,因此使他闻名万世,我就要称赞他。他是把病痛放在自己的身上。因他受的鞭伤,我们得医治。地上的教会中满了我们可爱的医生所治好的灵魂;天上的居民都能承认他医治了他们。那末,我的灵魂哪!来吧,传扬他恩典的美德,好使它为耶和华留名,作为永远的证据,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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