Have You Felt The Hurt Of The Lord?
Have You Felt The Hurt Of The Lord?
“Jesus said unto him the third time, Lovest thou Me?” John 21:17
Have you felt the hurt of the Lord to the uncovered quick, the place where the real sensitiveness of your life is lodged? The devil never hurts there, neither sin nor human affection hurts there, nothing goes through to that place but the word of God. “Peter was grieved because Jesus said unto him the third time. . . .” He was awakening to the fact that in the real true centre of his personal life he was devoted to Jesus, and he began to see what the patient questioning meant. There was not the slightest strand of delusion left in Peter’s mind, he never could be deluded again. There was no room for passionate utterance, no room for exhilaration or sentiment. It was a revelation to him to realize how much he did love the Lord, and with amazement he said – “Lord, Thou knowest all things.” Peter began to see how much he did love Jesus; but he did not say – “Look at this or that to confirm it.” Peter was beginning to discover to himself how much he did love the Lord, that there was no one in heaven above or upon earth beneath beside Jesus Christ; but he did not know it until the probing, hurting questions of the Lord came. The Lord’s questions always reveal me to myself.
The patient directness and skill of Jesus Christ with Peter! Our Lord never asks questions until the right time. Rarely, but probably once, He will get us into a corner where He will hurt us with His undeviating questions, and we will realize that we do love Him far more deeply than any profession can ever show.
Culled from Oswald Chambers My Utmost for His greatest.
For Thy goodness, O my Saviour,
I would praise Thee o’er and o’er;
May the Holy Spirit teach me
How to love Thee more and more.
More and more,
more and more!
Oh to love Thee, Saviour,
more and more!
More and more,
more and more!
Oh to love Thee, Saviour,
more and more!
For the blessings that surround me,
Lord, Thy mercy I adore;
For Thy care so deep and tender,
I would love Thee more and more.
More and more,
more and more!
Oh to love Thee, Saviour,
more and more!
More and more,
more and more!
Oh to love Thee, Saviour,
more and more!
Raging tempest, rolling billow,
Thou hast brought me safely o’er;
Thou has led me, safely led me,
And I long to love Thee more.
More and more,
more and more!
Oh to love Thee, Saviour,
more and more!
More and more,
more and more!
Oh to love Thee, Saviour,
more and more!
Till my journey here is ended,
Till I reach the heavenly shore,
This my earnest supplication—
That my soul may love Thee more.
More and more,
more and more!
Oh to love Thee, Saviour,
more and more!
More and more,
more and more!
Oh to love Thee, Saviour,
more and more!
