This morning I was looking through the first few chapters of Octavius Winslow’s The Sympathy of Christ. I wanted to read his helpful comments on the Bible stories about Jesus’ tears and compassion (e.g. Luke 7:11-17). I wasn’t disappointed! Winslow did a nice job of explaining the sympathy of our Savior. As a side note, here’s something Winslow wrote in chapter two about the man in Mark 7:31ff who had a speech impediment that Jesus healed:
But how many of the Lord’s own people, especially among young believers, may be said to have a spiritual impediment in their speech – they open their mouths so seldom or so imperfectly for Christ. They are tongue-tied through fear, or timidity, or shame. They hesitate to own the Lord boldly, to speak unhesitatingly of the great things Jesus has done for them, and to magnify the sovereign grace that has called them to be saints. And even with regard to more matured believers, alas! We understand the language of Canaan but imperfectly. We are “a people of a stammering tongue.” The truth of God, the love of Christ, the accents of prayer and praise and thanksgiving – the precious, the endearing name, Abba, Father – do but falter upon the tongue of the most advanced, fluent, and eloquent among us. Alas! That there should be so much fear one of the other, striking mute each lip when the saints of God meet together. Why should religion be ignored, Christian experience be tabooed, the name of Christ be banished from the social circle where alone the Savior may be expected to find a welcome and a place?
Oh, let us seek to have the heart so replenished with His grace, so glowing with His love, that we may talk of His beauty, and the glory of His kingdom, and the might of His wonderful acts. “Lord, open my lips, and any mouth shall show forth Your praise.” Let the well-spring of life within my soul be as a gushing fountain; let the beauty of Christ, the glory of His kingdom, the faithfulness and loving-kindness of His dealings, be the themes upon which I dwell. “Lord, unloose my stammering tongue who should louder sing than I?
Or, as the Wesley hymn says so well, “O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer’s praise …Hear him ye deaf; his praise ye dumb, your loosen’d tongues employ!”
The above quote by Winslow is found in The Sympathy of Christ, p. 31-2.
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