Our Father has given us the cup--shall we not drink it? But who will
help us to drink the bitter cup? Who will be the comforter, and give us
not mere kind words, but strength? Who will give us the faith to say
with Job, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him?" Who will give us
the firm reason to look steadily at our grief, and learn the lesson it
was meant to teach? Who will give us the temperate will, to keep sober
and calm amid the shocks and changes of mortal life? Above all, I may
say--Who will lead us into all truth? How much is our sorrow increased--
how much of it is caused by simple ignorance! Why has our anxiety come?
How are we to look at it? What are we to do? Oh, that we had a
comforter who would lead us into all truth:--not make us infallible, or
all knowing, but lead us into truth; at least put us in the way of truth,
put things in their true light to us, and give us sound and rational
views of life and duty. Oh, for a comforter who would give us the spirit
of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and ghostly strength,
the spirit of knowledge and true godliness, and fill us with that spirit
of God's holy fear, which would make us not superstitious, not slavish,
not anxious, but simply obedient, loyal and resigned.
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