How is it with Your Soul Today?

God is our refuge and strength,
    a help always near in times of great trouble.
That’s why we won’t be afraid when the world falls apart,
    when the mountains crumble into the center of the sea,
    when its waters roar and rage,
    when the mountains shake because of its surging waves (Psalm 46:1-3, Psalm 46:1-3).

Back a few weeks ago, before the quarantine, someone, I can’t remember who, asked my about favorite hymn. It took longer to say the title, “It is Well with My Soul,” than it took for me to decide. There was never a doubt.

My good friend Paul Woodworth sang it at my Dad’s memorial service but it was my favorite long before that. It was not my Dad’s favorite (that was, “How Great Thou Art.”) but did really like the hymn.

Most of us know the story of the hymn by Horatio Spafford. His family went ahead of him on a trip to Europe. There was a shipwreck and it claimed the lives of all his children. His wife sent him a telegram that simply said, “Saved alone, what shall I do?” I can’t even begin to imagine how she must have felt.

Horatio immediately got on the next ship to cross the Atlantic. When the ship reached the site or the wreck he went out on deck but quickly returned to his cabin and penned this famous hymn. When later someone questioned him he said, “The Lord gave me four daughters. Now they are gone. One day I will understand why. But for now, it is well with my soul.”

His lyrics give witness to the state of his soul. What a statement of faith we have from Horatio Spafford:

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

When I sing this great hymn, verse three never fail to leave goosebumps on my arms. “My sin not in part but the whole, is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more…

This hymn speaks to me in the good times and the hard times. I know it will continue to speak to me, today and always.

How is it with my soul? On this day after Easter Sunday, I can say, “It is well, it is well with my soul.

Have a blessed day in the Lord.

Seeking the Genuine,
Keith

Copyright 2020, J. Keith Broyles, All Rights reserved

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