Prayer is that postern gate which is left open even when the city is
straitly 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. Prayer grows in vehemence as it proceeds, from
the calls into the cry. Invoking God under various names like Jehovah,
Adonai, Yahweh etc, these are beautiful names but then we need to
advances to more familiar names that we can relate to, like “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. There 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. The
psalmist declared In Psalm 18:6 “In my distress I called to the Lord; I
cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice” His cry
came before God, into his ears. He heard his voice out of his temple,
and his 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 insufferable, 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 past through the medium of saints and intercessors; the
operation of prayer with God is immediate and personal. We may cry with
confident and familiar importunity, while
our Father himself
listens. “This is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask
any thing according to his will, he heareth us And if we know that he
hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we
desired of him” 1 John 5:14-15
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