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In "God Will Carry You Through," Max Lucado offers words of comfort and encouragement for those facing difficult times and challenges. Drawing from biblical stories and personal anecdotes, Lucado reassures readers that God is always present and will provide strength and support during life's trials. The book emphasizes faith, hope, and trust in God's love and promises, reminding readers that they are never alone and can find peace and courage in the midst of adversity.
John Alexander Dowie
By John Alexander Dowie (1847 â 1907)
I sat in my study in the parsonage of the Congregational Church at Newtown, a suburb of the beautiful city of Sydney, Australia. My heart was very heavy, for I had visited the sick and dying beds of more than thirty of my flock, and I had cast the dust to its kindred dust into more than forty graves within a few weeks. Where, oh where, was He Who used to heal His suffering children? No prayer for healing seemed to reach His ear, and yet I knew His hand had not been shortened. Still it did not save from death even those for whom there was so much in life to live for God and others. Strong men, fathers, good citizens, and more than all, true Christians sickened with a putrid fever, suffered nameless agonies, passed into delirium, sometimes with convulsions, and then died.
Oh, what aching voids were left in many a widowed or orphaned heart. There were many homes where, one by one, the little children, the youths and the maidens lay stricken, and after a hard struggle with the foul disease, they too, lay cold and dead. It seemed sometimes as if I could almost hear the triumphant mockery of evil ringing in my ear whilst I spoke to the bereaved ones the words of Christian hope and consolation. Disease, the foul offspring of its father, Satan, and its mother Sin, was defiling and destroying the earthly temples of Godâs children and there was no deliverance.
There I sat with sorrow-bowed head for my afflicted people, until the bitter tears came to relieve my burning heart. Then I prayed for some message, and oh, how I longed to hear some words from Him Who wept and sorrowed for the suffering long ago, a Man of Sorrows and Sympathies. The words of the Holy Ghost inspired In Acts 10:38, stood before me all radiant with light, revealing Satan as the Defiler, and Christ as the Healer. My tears were wiped away, my heart strong, I saw the way of healing, and the door thereto was opened wide, so I said, âGod help me now to preach the Word to all the dying around, and tell them how Satan still defiles, and Jesus still delivers, for He is just the same today.â
A loud ring and several raps at the outer door, a rush of feet, and there at my door stood two panting messengers who said, âOh, come at once, Mary is dying; come and pray. âWith just a feeling as a shepherd has who hears that his sheep are being torn from the fold by a cruel wolf, I rushed from my house, ran without my hat down the street, and entered the room of the dying maiden. There she lay groaning and grinding her clenched teeth in the agony of the conflict with the destroyer. The white froth, mingled with her blood, oozing from her pale and distorted mouth. I looked at her and then my anger burned. âOh,â I thought, âfor some sharp sword of heavenly temper keen to slay this cruel foe who is strangling that lovely maiden like an invisible serpent, tightening his deadly coils for a final victory.â
In a strange way, It came to pass; I found the sword I needed was in my hands, and in my hand I hold it still and never will I lay It down. The doctor, a good Christian man, was quietly walking up and down the room, sharing the motherâs pain and grief. Presently he stood at my side and said, âSir, are not Godâs ways mysterious?â Instantly the sword was flashed in my hand, the Spiritâs sword, the Word of God. âGodâs way?!â I said, pointing to the scene of conflict, âHow dare you call that Godâs way of bringing His children home from earth to Heaven? No sir, that is the devilâs work and it is time we called on Him Who came to destroy the work of the devil, to slay that deadly foul destroyer, and to save this child. Can you pray, Doctor, can you pray the prayer of faith that saves the sick?â At once, offended at my words, my friend was changed, and saying,â You are too much excited, sir, it is best to say âGodâs will be done,ââ and he left the room.
Excited?! The word was quite inadequate for I was almost frenzied with divinely imparted anger and hatred of that foul destroyer, disease, which was doing Satanâs will. âIt is not so,â I exclaimed, âno will of God sends such cruelty, and I shall never say âGodâs will be doneâ to Satanâs works, which Godâs own Son came to destroy, and this is one of them.â Oh, how the Word of God was burning in my heart: âJesus of Nazareth went about doing good, and healing all that were oppressed of the devil; for God was with Him.â And was not God with me? And was not Jesus there and all His promises true? I felt that it was even so, and turning to the mother I inquired,â Why did you send for me?â To which she answered, âDo pray, oh pray for her that God may raise her up.â So we prayed.
What did I say? It may be that I cannot recall the words without mistake, but words are in themselves of small importance. The prayer of faith may be a voiceless prayer, a simple heartfelt look of confidence into the face of Christ. At such moment, words are few, but they mean much, for God is looking at the heart. Still, I can remember much of that prayer unto this day, and asking God to aid, I will attempt to recall it. I cried, âOur Father, help! and Holy Spirit, teach me how to pray. Plead Thou for us, oh, Jesus, Savior, Healer, Friend, our Advocate with God the Father. Hear and heal, Eternal One! From all disease and death, deliver this sweet child of yours. I rest upon the Word. We claim the promise now. The Word is true, âI am the Lord that heals thee.â Then heal her now. The Word is true, âI am the Lord, I change not.â Unchanging God, then prove Yourself the healer now. The Word is true. âThese signs shall follow them that believe in My Name, they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.â And I believe and I lay hands in Jesusâ Name on her and claim this promise now. Your Word is true. âThe prayer of faith shall save the sick. Trusting in You alone. I cry. Oh, save her now, for Jesusâ sake. Amen!â
Then, the maid lay in sleep so deep and sweet that the mother asked in a low whisper, âIs she dead?â âNo,â I answered, in a whisper lower still. âMary will live; the fever is gone. She is perfectly well and sleeping as an infant sleeps.â I was smoothing the long dark hair from her now peaceful brow, and feeling the steady pulsation of her heart and cool moist hands. I saw that Christ had heard, and that once more, as long ago in Peterâs house, âHe touched her and the fever left her.â Turning to the nurse, I said, âGet me at once, please, a cup of cocoa and several slices of bread and butter.â Beside the sleeping maid we sat quietly and almost silently until the nurse returned, and then I bent over her and snapping my fingers called, âMary!â
Instantly she woke, smiled and said, âOh, sir, when did you come? I have slept so long;â then stretching her arms out to meet her motherâs embrace, she said, âMother, I feel so well.â âAnd hungry, too?â I asked, pouring some of the cocoa in a saucer and offering it to her when cooled by my breath. âYes, hungry too,â she answered with a little laugh, and drank and ate again, and yet again until all was gone. In a few minutes, she fell asleep, breathing easily and softly. Quietly thanking God. We left her bed and went to the next room where her brother and sister also lay sick of the same fever. With these two, we prayed and they were healed too. The following day all three were well and in a week or so they brought me a little letter and a gift of gold, two sleeve links with my monogram, which I wore for many years. As I went away from the home where Christ as the Healer had been victorious, I could not but have somewhat in my heart of the triumphant song that rang through Heaven, and yet I was not a little amazed at my own strange doings, and still more at my discovery that He is just the same today.
Excerpt from the Sermons of John Alexander Dowie Champions of Faith by Gordon Lindsay
Narnia Meets Middle-Earth
On December 3, 1929, C.S. Lewis began a letter to Arthur Greeves, his boyhood friend from Belfast. Having just turned 31 and in his fourth year as an Oxford don, Lewis described how he had gotten âinto a whirlâ as he always did near the end of the term. âI was up till 2:30 on Monday,â Lewis wrote, âtalking to the Anglo Saxon professor Tolkien who came with me to College from a society and sat discoursing of the gods and giants and Asgard for three hours, then departing in the wind and rain. . . . The fire was bright and the talk good.â1 This was Lewis pre-conversion and Tolkien before The Hobbit, two men virtually unknown outside their small circle at Oxford. Years later in The Four Loves, Lewis would note how great friendships can often be traced to the moment two people discover they have a common interest few others share â when each thinks, âYou too? I thought I was the only one.â2 For Lewis and Tolkien, it was a shared interest in old stories. Beginning of a Friendship The two had met for the first time three and a half years earlier at an English faculty meeting. Not long afterward, Tolkien invited Lewis to join the Kolbitar, a group that met to read Icelandic sagas together. But Lewisâs suggestion that Tolkien come back to his rooms at Magdalen on that blustery December night marked a pivotal step in their friendship. During their late-night discussion, Tolkien came to see that Lewis was one of those rare people who just might like the strange tales he had been working on since coming home from the war, stories he previously considered just a private hobby. And so, summoning up his courage, he lent Lewis a long, unfinished piece called âThe Gest of Beren and Luthien.â Several days later, Tolkien received a note with his friendâs reaction. âIt is ages since I have had an evening of such delight,â Lewis reported.3 Besides its mythic value, Lewis praised the sense of reality he found in the work, a quality that would be typical of Tolkienâs writing. At the end of Lewisâs note, he promised that detailed criticisms would follow, and they did â fourteen pages where Lewis praised a number of specific elements and pointed out what he saw as problems with others. Tolkien took heed of Lewisâs criticisms, but in a unique way. While accepting few specific suggestions, Tolkien rewrote almost every passage Lewis had problems with. Lewis would later say about Tolkien, âHe has only two reactions to criticism: either he begins the whole work over again from the beginning or else takes no notice at all.â4 And so began one of the worldâs great literary friendships. âHas Nobody Got Anything to Read Us?â While millions worldwide have come to love and value Tolkienâs stories of Middle-earth, Lewis was the first. His response, exuberant praise as well as hammer-and-tongs criticism, would also be the pattern for their writing group, the Inklings. And this blend of encouragement and critique provided the perfect soil in which some of the most beloved works of the twentieth century would sprout. The informal circle of friends would gather in Lewisâs rooms on Thursday nights. Lewisâs brother, Warnie, provides this description of what would happen next: When half a dozen or so had arrived, tea would be produced, and then when pipes were alight Jack would say, âWell, has nobody got anything to read us?â Out would come a manuscript, and we would settle down to sit in judgement upon it â real, unbiased judgement, too, since we were no mutual admiration society: praise for good work was unstinted, but censure for bad work â or even not-so-good work â was often brutally frank.5 âWhile millions worldwide have come to love and value Tolkienâs stories of Middle-earth, Lewis was the first.â Tolkien read sections of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. Lewis read from The Problem of Pain, which he dedicated to the Inklings, as well as from The Screwtape Letters, which he dedicated to Tolkien. Other Lewis works debuted at Inklings meetings included Perelandra, That Hideous Strength, and The Great Divorce. Warnie read from The Splendid Century, his work about life under Louis XIV. Charles Williams read drafts of All Hallowsâ Eve. The Inklings were not without flaws. Rather than trying to help improve The Lord of the Rings, several simply disparaged it. Hugo Dyson was so negative that Tolkien finally chose not to read if he were present, saving his chapters for Lewis alone. A letter to Tolkienâs son Christopher in 1944 provides a window into what those private meetings were like, as Tolkien reports, âRead the last 2 chapters (âShelobâs Lairâ and âThe Choices of Master Samwiseâ) to C.S.L. on Monday morning. He approved with unusual fervor, and was actually affected to tears by the last chapter.â6 Unpayable Debt Years later, Tolkien would describe the âunpayable debtâ he owed Lewis, explaining, âOnly from him did I ever get the idea that my âstuffâ could be more than a private hobby. But for his interest and unceasing eagerness for more I should never have brought The Lord of the Rings to a conclusion.â7 Without Lewis, there would be no Lord of the Rings. We might also say that without Tolkien there would be no Chronicles of Narnia, not because of Tolkienâs literary interest in them but for a different reason. Today we know Lewis as one of the greatest Christian writers of the twentieth century, but while it was clear from the start that Lewis would be a writer, it was not clear at all that he would become a Christian. Before his midlife conversion, he would need Tolkien to provide a missing piece. Addisonâs Walk In another letter to Arthur, this one dated September 22, 1931, Lewis tells about an evening conversation that would change his life. He explains that he had a weekend guest, Dyson, from Reading University. Tolkien joined them for supper, and afterward the three went for a walk. âWe began (in Addisonâs walk just after dinner) on metaphor and myth,â Lewis writes. He then describes how they were interrupted by a rush of wind so unexpected they all held their breath. âWe continued (in my room) on Christianity,â Lewis adds, âa good long satisfying talk in which I learned a lot.â8 What Lewis learned was critical. He had previously ended his disbelief and became a theist. As he states in Surprised by Joy, âIn the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England.â9 After this first step â with help from Christian friends and Christian authors like G.K. Chesterton, George Herbert, and George MacDonald â Lewis began the step that would lead to belief in Christ. Lewis explained to Arthur that what had been holding him back was his inability to comprehend in what sense Christâs life and death provided salvation to the world, except insofar as his example might help. What Dyson and Tolkien showed him was that understanding exactly how Christâs death puts us right with God was not most important but believing that it did. They urged him to allow the story of Christâs death and resurrection to work on him, as the other myths he loved did â with one tremendous difference: this one really happened. Nine days after that special night on Addisonâs Walk â during a ride to the zoo in the sidecar of Warnieâs motorbike â Lewis came to believe that Jesus is the Son of God. Years later he stated, âDyson and Tolkien were immediate human causes of my own conversion.â10 âIt Really Wonât Doâ Given Lewisâs encouragement of Tolkien and Tolkienâs role in Lewisâs acceptance of Christianity, we can say, in one sense, that without the otherâs contribution, we would not have Narnia or Middle-earth. But only in one sense. For while Lewis appreciated Tolkienâs stories about Middle-earth, Tolkien did not like Lewisâs books about Narnia. âWe can say, in one sense, that without the otherâs contribution, we would not have Narnia or Middle-earth.â Perhaps too much is made of Tolkienâs dislike for Narnia, particularly since Tolkien seems never to have made that much of it. While there is a good deal of speculation on the reasons for Tolkienâs disapproval, this speculation is based on secondhand reports. In Green and Hooperâs biography, we have several vague, disapproving, private comments Tolkien made about The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, such as, âIt really wonât do, you know!â11 George Sayer, who knew both men personally, includes two paragraphs in his Lewis biography summarizing Tolkienâs objections but offering little in terms of direct quotes. In addition to their jumble of unrelated mythological elements, Sayer claims that Tolkien thought the Narnia stories showed signs of being âcarelessly and superficially written.â12 In a letter to David Kolb, we have a brief instance where Tolkien directly expresses his opinion of Narnia as he states, âIt is sad that âNarniaâ and all that part of C.S.L.âs work should remain outside the range of my sympathy.â13 Here we find the suggestion that Tolkienâs narrow tastes may have been part of the problem. We do know that when the Tolkiensâ granddaughter Joanna was staying with them and went looking for something to read, her grandfather directed her to the Narnia books on his bookshelf. âI Miss You Very Muchâ As the two men grew older, they were less close â another aspect scholars sometimes make too much of. Evidence that they remained friends, though in a less intense and intimate way, is found in a number of places. In the autumn of 1949, twelve years after first starting it, Tolkien finished typing a final copy of The Lord of the Rings. Lewis, now 50, was the first person to whom he lent the completed typescript. âI have drained the rich cup and satisfied a long thirst,â Lewis wrote on October 27, 1949, declaring it to be âalmost unequalled in the whole range of narrative art known to me.â Recalling the many obstacles Tolkien had overcome, Lewis declared, âAll the long years you have spent on it are justified.â Lewis closed the worldâs first review of Tolkienâs masterpiece with the words âI miss you very much.â14 It took more years for Tolkien to secure a publisher. In November 1952, when he learned Allen & Unwin was willing to publish the long-awaited sequel to The Hobbit, Tolkien immediately wrote Lewis with the good news. Lewis wrote back with warm congratulations, noting the âsheer pleasure of looking forward to having the book to read and re-read.â15 In 1954, after Lewis had been passed over more than once for a chair at Oxford, Tolkien played a key role in Lewis being offered and then accepting Cambridgeâs newly created Chair of Medieval and Renaissance Studies. And in 1961, less than three years before his death, Lewis was invited to nominate someone for the Nobel Prize in Literature and put forth Tolkienâs name. In November of the following year, Tolkien wrote to Lewis inviting him to a dinner celebrating the publication of English and Medieval Studies Presented to J.R.R. Tolkien on the Occasion of His Seventieth Birthday â a collection to which Lewis had contributed an essay. Citing his deteriorating health, Lewis thanked him but graciously declined. A few days before Christmas, Tolkien wrote again. We do not know the topic but do know that on Christmas Eve, 1962, Lewis wrote back thanking him for his âmost kind letter.â Lewis closed by saying, âIs it still possible amid the ghastly racket of âXmasâ to exchange greetings for the Feast of the Nativity? If so, mine, very warm, to both of you.â16 By the next Christmas, Lewis was gone. Lewis died at home on November 22, 1963, a week shy of his 65th birthday. Shortly afterward, Tolkien wrote his son Michael about the loss. Although they had become less close, Tolkien stated, âWe owed each a great debt to the other, and that tie with the deep affection that it begot, remains.â17 Here Tolkien, always careful with words, does not say that his tie and deep affection with Lewis remained all the way up until Lewisâs death, but that it remains. Presumably, it still does. âMuch Goodâ At the close of his biography, Alister McGrath seeks to explain Lewisâs enduring appeal, especially in America. McGrath proposes that by âengaging the mind, the feelings, and the imaginationâ of his readers, Lewis is able to extend and enrich their faith. Reading Lewis not only gives added power and depth to their commitment but also opens up a deeper vision of what Christianity is.18 I know this was true for me. Lewis was able to help extend and enrich my faith at a time when help was desperately needed. For those like me, Lewisâs books become lifelong companions, reminding us again and again of who we are and why we are here, seeing us through difficult times, and helping to shape and add meaning to our experience. Tolkien wrote in his diary, âFriendship with Lewis compensates for much, and besides giving constant pleasure and comfort has done me much good.â19 Today, on the anniversary of Lewisâs birth, people all over the world, from all walks of life and stages in faith, would agree. Yes, it does. And yes, it has. The Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis, ed. Walter Hooper, vol. 1, Family Letters 1905â1931 (New York: HarperCollins, 2004), 838. â© C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (New York: Harvest, 1988), 65. â© Humphrey Carpenter, J.R.R. Tolkien: A Biography (New York: Houghton Mifflin, 1977), 148â49. â© The Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis, ed. Walter Hooper, vol. 3, Narnia, Cambridge, and Joy 1950â1963 (New York: HarperCollins, 2007), 1049. â© Warren Lewis, âMemoir of C.S. Lewis,â in Letters of C.S. Lewis, ed. W.H. Lewis and Walter Hooper (New York: Harvest, 1993), 21â46. â© Letters of C.S. Lewis, 83. â© Letters of C.S. Lewis, 362. â© Collected Letters, 1:970. â© C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life (New York: Harvest, 1955), 228â29. â© Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis, ed. Walter Hooper, vol. 2, Books, Broadcasts, and the War 1931â1949 (New York: HarperCollins, 2004), 501. â© Roger Lancelyn Green and Walter Hooper. C.S. Lewis: A Biography (London: HarperCollins, 2002), 307. â© George Sayer, Jack: A Life of C.S. Lewis (Wheaton: Crossway, 1994), 313. â© Letters of C.S. Lewis, 352. â© Collected Letters, 2:990â91. â© Collected Letters, 3:249â50. â© Collected Letters, 3:1396. â© Letters of C.S. Lewis, 341. â© Alister McGrath, C.S. Lewis â A Life: Eccentric Genius, Reluctant Prophet (Carol Stream, IL: Tyndale, 2013), 375. â© Carpenter, J.R.R. Tolkien, 152. â© Article by Devin Brown Professor, Asbury University