Morning, May 7, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“Many followed Him, and He healed them all.” — Matthew 12:15
What a mass of hideous sickness must have thrust itself under the eye of Jesus! Yet we do not read that he was disgusted, but patiently waited on every case. What a remarkable variety of evils must have met at his feet! What sickening ulcers and gangrenous sores! Yet he was ready for every new shape of the monster evil, and was victor over it in every form. Let the arrow fly from whatever direction it might, he quenched its fiery power. The heat of fever, or the cold of edema; the lethargy of palsy, or the rage of madness; the necrosis of leprosy, or the darkness of ophthalmia—all knew the power of his word, and fled at his command. In every corner of the field he was triumphant over evil, and received the reverence of delivered captives. He came, he saw, he conquered everywhere. It is even so this morning. Whatever my own case may be, the beloved Physician can heal me; and whatever may be the state of others whom I may remember at this moment in prayer, I may have hope in Jesus that he will be able to heal them of their sins. My child, my friend, my dearest one, I can have hope for each, for all, when I remember the healing power of my Lord; and on my own account, however severe my struggle with sins and infirmities, I may yet be cheerful. He who walked the hospitals on earth, still dispenses his grace, and works wonders among the sons of men: let me go to him at once in earnest.
Let me praise him, this morning, as I remember how he fashioned his spiritual cures, which still bring him much renown. It was by taking upon himself our sicknesses. “By his scourging we are healed.” The Church on earth is full of souls healed by our beloved Physician; and the inhabitants of heaven itself confess that “He healed them all.” Come, then, my soul, declare abroad the virtue of his grace, and let it be “a memorial to the Lord, for an everlasting sign which will not be cut off.”