It is well, with my soul.

This hymn was written by a Chicago lawyer, Horatio G. Spafford. You might think to write a worship song titled, ’It is well with my soul’, you would indeed have to be a rich, successful Chicago lawyer. But the words, ”When sorrows like sea billows roll … It is well with my soul”, were not written during the happiest period of Spafford’s life. On the contrary, they came from a man who had suffered almost unimaginable personal tragedy.

Horatio G. Spafford and his wife, Anna, were pretty well-known in 1860’s Chicago. And this was not just because of Horatio’s legal career and business endeavors. The Spaffords were also prominent supporters and close friends of D.L. Moody, the famous preacher. In 1870, however, things started to go wrong. The Spaffords’ onlyson was killed by scarlet fever at the age of four. A year later, it was fire rather than fever that struck. Horatio had invested heavily in real estate on the shores of Lake Michigan. In 1871, every one of these holdings was wiped out by the great Chicago Fire.

Aware of the toll that these disasters had taken on the family, Horatio decided to take his wife and four daughters on a holiday to England. And, not only did they need the rest — DL Moody needed the help. He was traveling around Britain on one of his great evangelistic campaigns. Horatio and Anna planned to join Moody in late 1873. And so, the Spaffords traveled to New York in November, from where they were to catch the French steamer ‘Ville de Havre’ across the Atlantic. Yet just before they set sail, a last-minute business development forced Horatio to delay. Not wanting to ruin the family holiday, Spafford persuaded his family to go as planned.
He would follow on later. With this decided, Anna and her four daughters sailed East to Europe while Spafford returned West to Chicago. Just nine days later, Spafford received a telegram from his wife in Wales. It read:       ”Saved alone.”

On November 2nd 1873, the ‘Ville de Havre’ had collided with ‘The Lochearn’, an English vessel. It sank in only 12 minutes, claiming the lives of 226 people. Anna Spafford had stood bravely on the deck, with her daughters Annie, Maggie, Bessie and Tanetta clinging desperately to her. Her last memory had been of her baby being torn violently from her arms by the force of the waters. Anna was only saved from the fate of her daughters by a plank which floated beneath her unconscious body and propped her up. When the survivors of the wreck had been rescued, Mrs. Spafford’s first reaction was one of complete despair. Then she heard a voice speak to her,
“You were spared for a purpose.” And she immediately recalled the words of a friend, “It’s easy to be grateful and good when you have so much, but take care that you are not a fair-weather friend to God.”

Upon hearing the terrible news, Horatio Spafford boarded the next ship out of New York to join his bereaved wife. Bertha Spafford (the fifth daughter of Horatio and Anna born later) explained that during her father’s voyage, the captain of the ship had called him to the bridge. “A careful reckoning has been made”, he said, “and I believe we are now passing the place where the de Havre was wrecked. The water is three miles deep.” Horatio then returned to his cabin and penned the lyrics of his great hymn.

The words which Spafford wrote that day come from 2 Kings 4:26. They echo the response of the Shunammite woman to the sudden death of her only child. Though we are told “her soul is vexed within her”, she still maintains that ‘It is well.” And Spafford’s song reveals a man whose trust in the Lord is as unwavering as hers was.

It would be very difficult for any of us to predict how we would react under circumstances similar to those experienced by the Spaffords. But we do know that the God who sustained them would also be with us.

It never ceases to amaze me, that while others suffer the loss of everything, we are more set back by a bad day at work, having less faith than the hardest hit among us. Let us never forget how grateful we truly are, that everyday is yet another glorious gift from the Father, and that we at the end of it all, can truly claim, that is well, it is well, with my soul.

Lost=Found

Because I work the closing busser shift at the Red Robin I work at, there are many nights that really end up being mornings when I leave. This morning was one of those. I am an orderly person, and make it a point to try to follow a routine. One of my favored activities is unwinding over a weak pot of Denny’s coffee at my local Denny’s. There just so happens to be one less than 100 yards from the back door of Red Robin and I find myself there at least 3-4 times a week. I rarely eat, and when I do, it’s to pay my share of the light and heat bill that I use drinking my coffee the other times I am there. I sit at table 61, and am greeted by either Sam, Chelsea, Gene or Vicky. They all know me, and many of the regulars are there when I arrive.

 

I’ve spent the last 7-8 months in talks about relationships, church, life and things in general that interest people. Particularly the Denny’s “crew.” Since I’ve been there, 1 man has found Jesus 2 closely following. Church, God, and how the local church family affects our city are common topics around the table. This morning I had a chance to talk with some people who were getting off shift. Tho the conversation didn’t go very far, the seed was still planted.  It brings me great joy to see the Great Commissions followed in this one thing, going. Jesus said go into all the world and preach. He never said find a way to make people come to you, he said go to those people. After a while you will draw people, but that is in its own time and season.

Granted a little random, but when cut to the chase, there are so many lost people in this world. As long as Denny’s coffee is 2 bucks, you’ll find me there.

Your job?  GO – find your own Denny’s, or wherever. Doesn’t matter. Location is not the issue, the destination is….

Need there be more said?

The wise man does not expose himself needlessly to danger, since there are few things for which he cares sufficiently; but he is willing, in great crises, to give even his life – knowing that under certain conditions it is not worthwhile to live.
Aristotle

 

This could be taken two ways. One as a more or less cry out for an obviously psychotic human being who bemoans the existence of his life, or two as one who appreciates statements such as these for the truths they hold. In this case, I am the latter.  Why? Aristotle is simply making this point- when it comes down to it, there are few things that actually matter to you a great enough deal that you trouble yourself with them. It is to these things that a man may give his life to, simply because he knows that all the rest of the other things he rejects are not worth wasting time or living for.

 

The cool part of this, is that rather than this be a statement of earthly goods, and it definetely applies, it is also a statement of your walk with the Lord. The earth would offer things that really mean nothing. But when it comes down to it, a man died for your sins. Gave a life that was his to give, one without even a mistake to blot its perfection. Life isn’t worth living, unless it is lived in light of the finished work of the cross, focus on that and you cannot really go wrong.

This spot not only marks history in the course of lifetime for this blog, but one in my own personal history as well. As seasons change, the environment around them is affected. For me, my season has been uprooting, planting, working, moving, changing, even as a farmer would his land in hopes for a good crop. This small season is now past, and I will yet walk this road again on magnitudes and scales increasingly greater than before. But the effects live on, now is the time of shifting. A shifting of focus, a new perspective. Asking questions such as why. Why do I do what I do? Who am I? Is God necessary, etc… All of these legitimate questions. …..I know little, but without question I know this- God is real, I am helpless without him, and both together in the course of obedience can impact a world crying out for something readily available, yet so withdrawn that the place where we are struggles to survive. Join me, in the new pursuit of my life, and this blog. From me, to others.

 

-Canaan M. Hackler