MOORE — Welcome and good morning to all of our friends. Thank you for joining us today, Moore American readers.
I know that in the early months of 2014 you’ve paused for some personal examination retrospectively, personally and spiritually. Reaching for your outward goals may be worthy, but it is far more important to reach for something special within.
There is one precious inward gem that we all should strive for in this new year. It’s greater than money, fame, even health. It’s peace.
Peace is something we develop gradually through good and difficult times. The apostle Paul says that peace the Lord gives is a peace “passeth all understanding” (Php. 4:7). That’s the kind of peace I want. I know you do, too.
For the first month of 2014, let’s pause together to emphasize this powerful element. There are few stories that illustrate the power of peace more than the story of an old-time songwriter named Horatio G. Spafford.
In 1873, Horatio G. Spafford wrote one of the most beautiful gospel hymns ever written. When I’ve considered the words of his great hymn through the years, I’ve often thought Spafford must have been well-acquainted with difficulties.
It would be many years after first singing his hymn that I would learn of his agony.
In 1870, Spafford and his wife, Anna, lost their only son to pneumonia. He was just four years old.
A year later, tragedy struck again as Spafford, his wife and their four daughters lost most of their income in the great fire of Chicago. They held their lives together for the next couple of years, and in 1873 decided to take a trip to England to re-energize them.
Spafford stayed back in Chicago a few days to attend to some urgent business, and he sent his wife and daughters on ahead.