Psalms 40:2. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
We can say that too. We remember when we were deep down in the mire, when we found it impossible to rise, for the more we struggled the more we sank. It was clay under us, miry clay. We could not hope for a rescue, but the arm of Jehovah lifted us out of the deep and set us on a rock, and there we stood to sing his praises. Jesus Christ could say the same. He said, "My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death," and he cried, "My God, my God why hast thou forsaken me!" What a very different frame of mind he was in a few minutes afterwards when he said, "Father, unto thy hands I commend my spirit," and shouted, "It is finished!" all his travail was over. Well it is a great thing for us to have fellowship with Christ in his suffering which we could not have had if we had not ourselves been brought up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay.
Psalms 40:2. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
We can say that too. We remember when we were deep down in the mire, when we found it impossible to rise, for the more we struggled the more we sank. It was clay under us, miry clay. We could not hope for a rescue, but the arm of Jehovah lifted us out of the deep and set us on a rock, and there we stood to sing his praises. Jesus Christ could say the same. He said, "My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death," and he cried, "My God, my God why hast thou forsaken me!" What a very different frame of mind he was in a few minutes afterwards when he said, "Father, unto thy hands I commend my spirit," and shouted, "It is finished!" all his travail was over. Well it is a great thing for us to have fellowship with Christ in his suffering which we could not have had if we had not ourselves been brought up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay.