Written by H.W. Webb Peploe (1837-1923), an Anglican clergyman.
It had pleased God to remove my youngest child under circumstances of peculiar trial and pain; and as I had just laid my little one’s body in the churchyard, on return home, I felt it my duty to preach to my people on the meaning of trial. Finding that this text was in the lesson for the following Sabbath, I chose it as my Master’s message to them and myself; but on trying to prepare the notes, I found that in honesty I could not say that the words were true; and, therefore, I knelt down and asked God to let His grace be sufficient for me. While I was thus pleading, I opened my eyes and saw a framed illuminated text, which my mother had given me only a few days before, and which I had told my servant to place upon the wall during my absence at the holiday resort where my little one was taken away from us. I did not notice the words on returning to my house; but as I looked up and wiped my eyes, the words met my gaze, “My grace is sufficient for thee.” The “is” was picked out in bright green while the “My” and the “thee” were painted in another color. In one moment the message came straight to my soul, as a rebuke for offering such a prayer as, “Lord, let Thy grace be sufficient for me”; for the answer was almost as an audible voice, “How dare you ask that which is?” God cannot make it any more sufficient than He has made it; get up and believe it, and you will find it true, because the Lord says it in the simplest way: “My grace is (not shall be or may be) sufficient for thee.” “My,” “is,” and “thee” were from that moment, I hope, indelibly fixed upon my heart; and I (thank God) have been trying to live in the reality of the message from that day forward to the present time. The lesson that came to me, and which I seek to convey to others, is, never turn God’s facts into hopes, or prayers, but simply use them as realities, and you will find them powerful as you believe them.
My grace is sufficient for thee. [2 Corinthians 12:9]
Many don’t know that when Vincent van Gogh was a young man he served as a missionary among coal miners in Belgium. The experience left him with a deep admiration for the working poor. They did not understand deep theology, and most did not practice acceptable forms of piety, but they possessed God with a raw authenticity very different from the stiff religiosity van Gogh had known since his childhood. Vincent produced a charcoal drawing in 1882 that captures his esteem for the coal miners he served. It features an elderly man in a chair near a fire with his face buried in his hard, peasant hands. The reason for the man’s posture isn’t immediately clear. He could be crying or exhausted, but van Gogh revealed the truth with the drawing title—At Eternity’s Gate. It’s a portrait of a peasant in prayer. In a letter Vincent wrote, “This is far from theology, simply the fact that the poorest little woodcutter or peasant on the hearth or miner can have moments of emotion and inspiration which give him a feeling of an eternal home to which he is near. Van Gogh understood that powerful prayer is available to the ordinary, simple, and even the ignorant. It is for children and peasants, not just the pastors or the powerful. Sometimes we are impressed with those who pray with eloquence or who weave deep theology and Scripture into their petitions to God, and yet the prayer of an unschooled woodcutter asking his heavenly Father for his daily bread can possess the faith to bridge earth and eternity.