For their calamity shall rise suddenly; and who knoweth the
ruin of them both? Prov. 24:22
ruin of them both? Prov. 24:22
What can you do in a topsy-turvy world? Where can you turn when everything is turned upside down? When the lid blows off, and the bottom drops out, and the walls come crashing in -– all at the same time…how will you fare?
Will you be able to find heaven when all hell breaks loose?
There is an accepted standard of civil behavior in our society; we all basically know how we are supposed to behave around one another. There are definite “dos and don’ts” – even though they are not written down anywhere. We just know them. And for the most part, we abide by them – and behave ourselves.
But sometimes there comes such a shock to the social system that all bets are off; it would seem that anything goes when everything is shaken.
It’s like what happens when you kick an anthill; the normal activity suddenly shifts, and the ground swarms with more ants than you can imagine; spilling out of the disrupted dirt pile like lava out of a volcano.
What if our anthill gets kicked? What if some colossal event rocks our world to the core, and an otherwise well ordered society goes abuzz with rash activity? What will you do? Where will you turn?
Or, take it to the personal level. Maybe the world goes on just fine, as it has now for indefinite days. But your world is crumbling around you. A great loss has ripped your soul apart, a dark loneliness has swept over your heart, a catastrophic fear has seized your thoughts, or an eroding doubt is stealing away your dreams.
What are you to do now?
Well, it might be helpful for you to know that others have go before you and left a trail that leads safely through these dark woods. Here is but one one example:
Psa 18:3 I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.
Psa 18:4 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.
Psa 18:5 The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
Psa 18:6 In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
The writer concludes by saying:
Psa 18:19 He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.
Psa 18:20 The LORD rewarded me according to my righteousness; according to the cleanness of my hands hath he recompensed me.
Call out to God, and He will answer you. Trust Him and do what He tells you – for a wide-open field is yet in your future. (Rylisms)
Will you be able to find heaven when all hell breaks loose?
There is an accepted standard of civil behavior in our society; we all basically know how we are supposed to behave around one another. There are definite “dos and don’ts” – even though they are not written down anywhere. We just know them. And for the most part, we abide by them – and behave ourselves.
But sometimes there comes such a shock to the social system that all bets are off; it would seem that anything goes when everything is shaken.
It’s like what happens when you kick an anthill; the normal activity suddenly shifts, and the ground swarms with more ants than you can imagine; spilling out of the disrupted dirt pile like lava out of a volcano.
What if our anthill gets kicked? What if some colossal event rocks our world to the core, and an otherwise well ordered society goes abuzz with rash activity? What will you do? Where will you turn?
Or, take it to the personal level. Maybe the world goes on just fine, as it has now for indefinite days. But your world is crumbling around you. A great loss has ripped your soul apart, a dark loneliness has swept over your heart, a catastrophic fear has seized your thoughts, or an eroding doubt is stealing away your dreams.
What are you to do now?
Well, it might be helpful for you to know that others have go before you and left a trail that leads safely through these dark woods. Here is but one one example:
Psa 18:3 I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.
Psa 18:4 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.
Psa 18:5 The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
Psa 18:6 In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
The writer concludes by saying:
Psa 18:19 He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.
Psa 18:20 The LORD rewarded me according to my righteousness; according to the cleanness of my hands hath he recompensed me.
Call out to God, and He will answer you. Trust Him and do what He tells you – for a wide-open field is yet in your future. (Rylisms)
In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him,
even into his ears. Psa. 18:6
even into his ears. Psa. 18:6
“In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God.” Prayer is that postern gate which is left open even when the city is straightly besieged by the enemy; it is that way upward from the pit of despair to which the spiritual miner flies at once when the floods from beneath break forth upon him. Observe that he calls, and then cries; prayer grows in vehemence as it proceeds. Note also that he first invokes his God under the name of Jehovah, and then advances to a more familiar name, “my God;” thus faith increases by exercise, and he whom we at first viewed as Lord is soon seen to be our God in covenant. It is never an ill time to pray; no distress should prevent us from using the divine remedy of supplication. Above the noise of the raging billows of death, or the barking dogs of hell, the feeblest cry of a true believer will be heard in heaven. “He heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.” Far up within the bejeweled walls, and through the gates of pearl, the cry of the suffering suppliant was heard. Music of angels and harmony of seraphs availed not to drown or even to impair the voice of that humble call. The king heard it in his palace of light unsufferable, and lent a willing ear to the cry of his own beloved child. O honoured prayer, to be able thus through Jesus' blood to penetrate the very ears and heart of Deity. The voice and the cry are themselves heard directly by the Lord, and not made to pass through the medium of saints and intercessors; “My cry came before Him;” the operation of prayer with God is immediate and personal. We may cry with confident and familiar importunity, while our Father himself listens.
Spurgeon- Treasury of David
Spurgeon- Treasury of David
