His Intense Desire to Rescue!

 

Most people speak very highly of Queen Victoria, of course. She is, after all, one of the great figures in the history of western civilization. But, frankly, I'm more impressed with Alice.

Alice was one of Victoria's daughters; her second daughter actually. Princess Alice is a true hero, in my book.

In 1862, Alice married a German prince moved into the Darmstadt Palace in Hesse, Germany, and began raising a family. 

But—you know?—not even a royal palace is free from this world's hurts and heartaches. Several years into their marriage, a terrible outbreak of what is called "black diphtheria" struck the household. All four of their little children lay stricken with the deadly infection.

Doctors immediately quarantined the four kids, ordering the parents out of their room. The poor distraught mother was warned to "stay away from your children and treat them from a safe distance if you don't want to die from the same disease."

Alice tried her very best to comply: she kept her distance and was careful to avoid any physical contact.

But then her little daughter Marie died of the disease. She tried to keep it secret from the other children, and for several days was successful at doing that...until little 4-year old Ernest began sensing something wrong and kept worrying and asking about his favorite sister. 

When finally little Ernest figured out that his sister had died, he was so smitten with grief that he began crying uncontrollably, and when his mother heard his cries, she couldn't stand it any longer. She ran down the hall and burst into the room, forcefully pushed her way past a couple of guards, past the nurse and grabbed the little boy up in her arms and hugged him and held him and smothered him in kisses in an effort to comfort him as best she could.

Those kisses turned out to be the death of her. Incredibly, the other three children all survived: Ernest, Alix, and Irene. But their mother succumbed to the deadly disease and was gone, with her daughter, in a matter of weeks.

Little Ernie grew up to become a Duke in Germany and, all his life, he remembered his mother, speaking often of the fact that she had died from an intense desire to rescue him from grief and to express how much she loved him!

How beautiful! God bless her!

You know?—that is exactly what happened to your Savior when he broke all the barriers and pushed His way through to the Cross that saved you!

The Son of Glory died to rescue you from grief, and to show how much He loves you!

He came into a world that was utterly lost, utterly terminal under the afflictions of sin; contagious, cut off and quarantined!

It was dangerous for Him to come and embrace us in our condition! And yet he did! He couldn't stand it! He risked it all; cared not the slightest for his own physical well being, and it was our grief, our sorrow, that moved Him to do so.

That's what we read in this precious Good News, dear ones! Take a look for yourself:

"Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows, yet we esteemed Him stricken, smitten by God and afflicted." Is 53: 4

"For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for our sakes He became poor, so that you, through His poverty, might become rich." 2 Cor 8: 9

"He gave Himself for our sins, that He might deliver us from this present evil age, according to the will of our God and Father." Gal 1:4

How staggering the significance of all this! It tells you that you are loved dear one! That you are not on your own. That you don't have to shoulder those heartaches alone! You have a Savior who loves you, and who is moved by your grief! So moved in fact that He died to rescue you from it!

And so, of course, the great burning question is: how will you respond to what He has done for you? How, after all, should you live in the wake of it? For...

"Greater love has no man than this, that He lay down His life for His friends." Jn 15:13

See you Sunday! RAS

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