We often forget God when we aren’t aware of a need. “Bring my soul out of prison …,” our hearts cry, and we turn to Him again. He knows that some of us won’t truly turn to Him until we are desperate, and so He uses the tragedies that come to every imperfect human being in an imperfect world, to draw us to Himself. He is a Redeemer.“Bring my soul out of prison …” ~ Psalm 142:7a
Nothing is wasted with Him. Not even unbelief. Here is a prison about which I [Eugenia Price, the author] know a great deal about. It is the prison of “unbelief”. The prison of “seeking and refusing to find.” It is cold and bare and there is no place even to sit down to rest for a moment. Its walls seem to me to be lined with stainless steel!
I find stainless steel an ugly meal. Cold and relentless. Like the walls of this prison of unbelief. So hard are the walls of this prison that you can’t even stain them! Here walk round and round those whose intellects won’t receive the truth as a little child. Here walk those who refuse to “find” because they refuse to be found by the shepherd heart of Jesus Christ. Here walk round and round, wear and puzzled and chilled, men and women whose souls are starving to death on their logical diet of lifeless principles. They are rebelling quite violently inside, but grimly they refuse to show it. Christ doesn’t need to be shown, of course. He already knows. He created them too. And He fashioned their hearts also to be loved. He waits for them to come out through the same door of love.
“He fashioneth their hearts alike … yea … the rebellious also.”