Wednesday, July 3, 2013

It is Well With My Soul

In 1871 in the city of Chicago was nearly destroyed by fire [known as the Great Chicago Fire, 300 people died and approximately 100,000 were left homeless. One of the heroes in the aftermath was Horatio Gates Spafford. Spafford, who was an attorney, had lost a great deal of real estate in the fire.

Despite such great personal financial loss and then combined with the untimely death of his son during the same time Spafford for nearly two years unselfishly helped to assist the needs of the homeless, impoverished, and grief-stricken by the fire.. Such merciful and kind acts as these to his fellow-men just helped to strengthen the testimony as to why Horatio G. Spafford was known throughout Chicago as a sincere, devout Christian.

After about two years of such work, In November 1873, Spafford and his family decided to take a vacation. Because Spafford was a loyal friend and supporter of Dwight L. Moody, he and his family decided that they would meet up with Moody on one of their evangelistic campaigns in England. Just as the Spaffords were preparing to leave, Horatio was unexpectedly detained by urgent business concerns in Chicago.

The decision was made that his wife Anna and their daughters Annie, Maggie, Bessie, and Tanetta would continue on as scheduled to England. Once after Spafford had resolved the business concerns he would then catch up with them on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

The ship his wife and daughters were traveling on never reached England. Off Newfoundland, the ship collided with an English sailing vessel. The ship sank rapidly, approximately within 20 minutes after it was struck.. Mrs. Spafford was only one of the 47 to survive; tragically all four of their daughters were part of the 226 who perished in the aftermath. Anna Spaffords heartbreaking telegram to her husband simply read: Saved alone.
Horatio immediately set sail for England to join his grief-stricken wife. As the ship that he was traveling on passed the approximate location where his daughters had drowned, [it is reported] that due to his deep sorrow mingled with his unwavering faith in Gods goodness that he penned the words of his famous hymn It Is Well With My Soul.

It Is Well With My Soul
When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea-billows roll,
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to know;
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Tho Satan should buffet, tho trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.
My sin oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross and I bear it nomore;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul.
And, Lord, haste the day when the 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.
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live,
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for death as in life
Thou shalt whisper They peace to my soul.
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Excerpt From: Lawrence Jackson I. The Fruit of the Spirit.

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