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All ye that weep come unto One – who weeps;
All ye that suffer come to One – who cures;
All trembling hearts, be still – He pity keeps;
All passers-by, oh! tarry – He endures.
- Victor Hugo.
My life was falling apart, I was chronically
depressed, and it felt as if I were going nowhere … fast. I switched on the car radio, and by some uncanny
coincidence a familiar South African radio host, John Van Den Bergh, came on
the air. He was elaborating on the
parable of the woman at the well, when Jesus, instead of condemning or rejecting
her, issued this startling invitation (I quote the entire passage for context):
John 4:5
Then He came to a city of Samaria, called Sychar, near the parcel of
ground that Jacob gave to his son Joseph.
John 4:6
And Jacob's well was there. Jesus, therefore, being wearied with His
journey, sat thus upon the well. It was about the sixth hour.
John 4:7
A woman of Samaria came to draw water. Jesus said to her, Give me to
drink.
John 4:8
(For His disciples had gone away into the city to buy food.)
John 4:9
Then the woman of Samaria said to Him, How do you, being a Jew, ask a
drink of me, who am a woman of Samaria? For the Jews do not associate with
Samaritans.
John 4:10
Jesus answered and said to her, If you knew the gift of God, and who it
is that says to you, Give Me to drink, you would have asked of Him, and He
would have given you living water.
John 4:11
The woman said to Him, Sir, you have no vessel, and the well is deep.
From where then do you have that living water?
John 4:12
Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well, and drank
of it himself, and his children and his cattle?
John 4:13 Jesus answered and said to her, Whoever
drinks of this water shall thirst again,
John 4:14
but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him shall never
thirst, but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water
springing up into everlasting life. (MKJV, eSword).
After I had
listened to his discourse, I started my car and drove home with a firm
resolution: Some things around here were going to change. If I remember correctly, the following Sunday
I went to Church for the first time in about 10 years … what a wonderful
feeling to come home!
Now it so happens that, in South Africa,
people have the habit of planting crosses at roadsides to mark a spot where a loved one had
died in a car accident on the road. I do
not wish, on this forum, to enter into a debate on the pros and cons of the
sentiment of erecting crosses at the roadside. In fact, I cannot even remotely even begin to imagine what it must feel like to
lose a child, a parent or some other precious loved one in an accident. I just want to mention that, whenever I see
such a cross at the roadside today, it seems to send an additional message to
me, a message that reminds me of a lonely cross at Calvary that says: “This is the spot where My Son had died for
your sins and the sins of the world … don’t you ever forget that.”
It is in times like these that I regret the unbelievably
frivolous attitudes of my irresponsible youth and the superficial ambitions of
my arrogant young adulthood. I regret
the time wasted on the multitudinous multiplicities of trivial pursuits and
carnal exploits. In fact, I cannot look
back on my life today without thinking:
Was I really part of a humanity that had contributed so little to the
kingdom of God and to humanity in general?
I sometimes shudder at the thought of my own earlier ignorance, selfishness,
conceit and shallowness; the incredible vanity, pride and gross indiscretions of an unregenerate, unrepentant heart. It was as if
the song At Calvary was written
exclusively for me:
(William
R. Newell/Arr. John W. Peterson, © Copyright 1966 by Singspiration,
Inc. All rights reserved)
Years
I spent in vanity and pride,
Caring
not my Lord was crucified,
Knowing
not it was for me He died
On
Calvary.
Mercy
there was great and grace was free,
Pardon
there was multiplied to me;
There
my burdened soul found liberty,
At
Calvary.
O
the love that drew salvation’s plan!
O
the grace that brought it down to man!
O
the mighty gulf that God did span
At
Calvary!
Mercy
there was great and grace was free,
Pardon
there was multiplied to me;
There
my burdened soul found liberty,
At
Calvary.
Piet Stassen
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Bibliography
1. Downes, R.P. (n.d.) Hours With The Immortals. ‘Victor Hugo’. Publisher Unknown (Printed by Hazell, Watson & Vincy, Ld., London and Aylesbury, pre 1915).
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