This is great!
Call upon the name of the Lord and be saved!!!
“He brought me up… out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And he hath put a new song in my mouth… (Ps. 40: 2,3). Here we find a man crying to God out of “a horrible pit.” A pit of horrors, indeed, for the original implies a place of “chaos, confusion, conflict, noise, tumult, dimness, darkness, disorder, despair, death, and destruction.” Rotherham translates it “the destroying pit,” so all in it are doomed by the mere fact that they are there.”…
“The bait was the knowledge of good and evil. The prize was won but at what a cost! For Adam and Eve fell into the pit; and all their progeny, from that day to this, were born there. And from the pit there is no human way of escape. Men have sought out many inventions, embellished their pit dwellings with magnificent works of art, perfected systems of philosophy, even erected retaining walls, and laid down paving stones of ethical culture to prevent people from sinking deeper in the mire; but no man has ever been able to find a way out. In other words, with all the genius manifested by pit dwellers, there is no power in the pit to extricate anyone from its depths.”
“As there is no power in the pit to deliver, it is evident that if anyone is to escape eternal doom, aid must come from above, and that is precisely what happened. One day, while heaven resounded with anthems of praise, Jesus Christ, the effulgence of the Father’s glory and the expression of His substance, rose–“ and the light in heaven grew dimmer as He left His father’s side”—and came, down, down, DOWN, from the rainbow-circled throne on the sapphire pavement, down from the adoration of the living creatures who cease not day nor night crying, “Holy, holy, holy!” Down from the glory, which He had with the Father before all worlds. Down past whirling planets, burning suns, and rotating systems, to this dark world, to the very verge of the noisome pit, crying: …Lo, I come: in the volume of the book it is written of me… to do thy will, O my God… (Ps. 40: 7,8). Plunged into the deepest depths of that awful abyss of darkness, a voice was heard from heaven proclaiming: …Deliver him from going down to the pit: I have found a ransom (Job 33: 24).”
— His Healing Power: Four Classic Books on Healing, Complete in One Volume by Lilian B. Yeomans