Monday, August 20, 2007

It is well with my soul

I was captivated today by the story of Horatio G. Spafford. His life reminds me so much of the life of Job. For he was a godly man who lost nearly everything, yet his faith never crumbled. Instead, he glorified God in the midst of his own suffering.

Horatio Spafford lived in Chicago, Illinois at the end of the 19th century. While he and his family survived the great Chicago fire, most of his life’s savings did not. However, it was just about that time that his only son tragically died.

Only a few years later, the ship carrying his wife and four daughters to Europe for an evangelistic crusade and a family vacation sank off the coast of Newfoundland. All four daughters were lost. Spafford, who was delayed due to some business, boarded the next ship to be with his grieving wife.

How did Horatio respond to this incredible loss? What was his reaction? Was he angry with God? Did he curse God and turn his back on him? “It is well with my soul” was his response. Only someone who truly knows God and is filled with his Spirit can react in this way to such tragedy. God, may I have this kind of faith and strength.

Horatio G. Spafford shared his faith and uncompromising trust in the sovereignty of God with us all when he wrote the great hymn –

It is Well with My Soul:

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul, It is well, 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! Blessèd hope, blessèd 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. - Horatio G. Spafford, 1873.


Ron Ballew said...

That truly is an amazing story.

BTW blog rolled you over at my blog, Rons Bloviating.

Keep up the good work!

Anonymous said...

This is a great inspirational story. It is good to be reminded of it now and then. Thanks!