As Jesus was walking along, he saw a man who had been born blind. His followers asked him, “Teacher, whose sin caused this man to be born blind—his own sin or his parents’ sin?” Jesus answered, “It is not this man’s sin or his parents’ sin that made him blind. This man was born blind so that God’s power could be shown in him.
The youngest brother of the poet, perished most unhappily at the very outset of the voyage he meant to be his last. It happened off the coast of Dorsetshire, in the East India Company’s ship “Abergavenny.”
In reality it was the pilot, the incompetent pilot, who caused the fatal catastrophe. “0 pilot, you have ruined me!” were amongst the last words that Captain Wordsworth was heard to utter.”
Pathetic words, and fit for him, “a meek man and brave,” to use in addressing a last reproach to one who, not through misfortune or overruling will of Providence, but through miserable conceit and unprincipled levity, had brought total ruin upon so many gallant countrymen.
Captain Wordsworth might have saved his own life, but the perfect loyalty of his nature to the claims upon him, that supreme fidelity to duty which is so often found amongst men of his profession, kept him to the last upon the wreck. –De Quincey
There are many right now, who are trapped in unfortunate situations of life not because of any sin which they committed, not because of some general misfortune, not because of some overruling will of Providence that occurred out of the blue, something which we might today describe as an “act of God,” but rather because of someone else’ sin.
Is that person you?
Do you ask yourself why me? Are you just a bit tempted to be more than a little bitter about it. Do you imagine the life you could have had and find yourself often living in the valley of “vain regrets”?
We will never know all the reasons why some things happen, at least, not on this side of heaven. But there are reasons. Valid reasons. Reasons only God knows about. Whatever happened to you or your loved one was not an accident. Oh, it may seem like an accident to you. It may seem like an unfortunate occurrence, such as a random act of wickedness. But to God, it was not an accident.
May I speak a pastoral word to you? I want to tell you that God is in control. His hand is at the wheel. He is controlling the ship. No incompetence here. No being asleep on watch. Oh, there are incidents that occur, to be sure. Bad incidents, things that are appalling, things that we could not explain in a million years. But let me again remind you that God IS in control…and he loves you. When you hurt, or your loved one, it matters to him. When you cry, he writes them down in his book, he counts your tears. “You have taken account of my wanderings; Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?” –Psalms 56:8. And God always listens, it doesn’t matter, if you stutter or stammer, it doesn’t matter if you are weeping so hard that you are not even coherent… he is listening to you anyways. It is the Holy Spirit’s work to polish those desperate thoughts, those hurting thoughts and then he presents them to the Father on your behalf, along with the blood of Jesus.
Finally, may I gently point out that, as Christians, you, or your loved one, is going to make it. He has promised that. Whether it be here, or whether it be at your rebirth into heaven, You heavenly father, your heavenly brother, and the Holy Spirit is with you, even until the end of the age. Even though you cannot see them, even though you cannot make sense of what is happening to you, or to your loved one, just remember that you will never be left to walk alone.
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28
And believe me, we Christians are always called according to his purpose!
And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the Lord: Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall. My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me. This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him. Lamentations 3:18-26