THE WANT OF
THE SOUL.
BY W. L. G.
“O fear the Lord, ye His saints: for there is no want to them that fear Him.” -
Psa. xxxiv:9.
As we look over
the world, and watch its vast multitudes, some with slow-measured step and
downcast eye, all absorbed in though as though they were seeking to solve some
of life’s hard problems, we see in the eye a gleam of unrest which says there
is a want of unsupplied. One passes by with hurried step as though time enough
had not been allotted him to accomplish his life-work, and push and speed must
make up its deficiency; here is unrest. Another passer-by has a weary, anxious
look, and, in his burden of care, seems hardly to realize but that he is alone,
although many are around him; we see at once that unrest is here.
Stop a moment
and scan each passer-by, and tell me how many have the evidence of a complete
rest. Alas! How many we see bearing the great burdens of life, yet filled with
hope that somewhere, in some way, they will find that which shall satisfy the
great want of the soul. Plan after plan is tried, and failure after failure is
realized, until at length, they begin to feel that there is no supply adequate
to fill the cravings of their hungering hearts.
Could I but gain
you earnest attention, dear reader, I would gladly say that there is a complete
provision for the wants of the soul, an entire rest for the weary, and that,
too, here on earth. There is a place where we may lay down all our burdens, all our unrest, a place where the wants of the
soul are so fully met that our entire being feels a completeness, a fullness, a
joy indescribable.
You will never
find it in any of earth’s delusive dreams. Not long since I saw a little child
who for the first time in his life saw a soap bubble. As it slowly fell to the
floor, and was blown along the carpet he seized it, and, to his utter
astonishment, found that it had vanished. Another and another were blown, and
his astonishment seemed just as great as each in turn quickly disappeared. The question
seemed to be, “Where are they-what has become of them?”
Let me entreat
you not to pursue further the delusive bubbles of earth, but look to Jesus
where alone can be found a perfection of rest, a satisfying supply for the
great soul-want. I speak of this confidently, because I know by practical
experience the wonderful, uplifting power which the soul may find in Jesus.
Do not let the
adversary hinder you from entering into this sweet rest, the purest and richest
known to the soul. Christian friend, there is present relief from all of life’s burdens. When “hid with Christ in
God,” hidden from earth’s discordant notes, then it is that all is in perfect
harmony with Him. Dear reader, yield your will, yes, your entire being, up to
God, and He will teach you the beauty, the perfection of joy, which is only to
be found in a constant abiding in Him.
