When an unbelieving parent dies
Ian Hamilton
Twenty years ago my mother died.
She had been raised a Roman Catholic in a devout Catholic home.
In the years after my conversion, which baffled her (‘But surely your baptism washed away your sins’), I was able to speak with her about the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ. And then she died. Whether she died trusting alone, however simply, in the Saviour, God alone knows.
When darkness is your only friend
God assures us that His written Word is not only absolutely reliable, it is also profitable: “All Scripture is God-breathed and profitable” (2 Tim. 3v16). All Scripture is profitable. Not some of it, not most of it, but all of it. This is wonderfully reassuring... until you read a passage like Psalm 88. Stop reading now and read the Psalm.
From beginning to end, Ps. 88 is unremittingly bleak. The Psalmist is “full of troubles”, he is a man with “no strength”, all his companions shun him, God’s wrath has swept over him, “Your dreadful assaults destroy me. They surround me like a flood all day long”. The Psalm closes with the words, “my companions have become darkness”. What possible profit are we to gain from reading this sad and sorrowful litany? If Ps. 88 was your daily reading and you felt cast down in your soul, would it not be wise to jump to Ps. 89 with its exalted views of the covenant Lord? No!