Take comfort in a deserted Saviour

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Robert Traill (The Throne of Grace), Works 1:94:

Our Lord was deserted. Blessed be his name for it. We should rejoice, that he had not a life without clouds. The bitterest and saddest desertion that ever a believer was under, is nothing to what Christ met with, when he cried out, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? None are so much to be pitied as a saint under desertion. When affliction is heavy and pressing, if all be clear above, though there be clouds round about, yet if the Lord smile from heaven, a Christian’s case is not much to be pitied. But if all be dark about, and the darkest of all clouds on the amiable face of God, this is the extremity our Lord was in. Yet he prayed, and in his agony prayed yet more fervently. Deserted believers, take comfort in a deserted Saviour. His desertion was penal, yours but medicinal. Though it be bitter physic, it is of the great Physician’s prescription; and he can and will bless it, and make you bless him, both for the physic and the cure.
 
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