|Trials Make Pure
IT was only a few years since we lost
our lovely 13-year-old daughter to leukemia, that I found myself
lying in a hospital
bed thinking hospital bed thoughts. Like, “Why did this
have to happen to me?” or “Is God punishing me for
all my sins?” “Maybe even for just a few of them?” or “I
wonder if lifting all those 180-pound bales of hay when I was
a kid did this to me?”
The doctors had just removed a ruptured disc from my back. Physically,
I was doing fantastic, but mentally, I was having some real battles.
They told me before the surgery that I would have to change occupations
if the surgery was to be any kind of success. I had been very
happy as a building contractor. In fact, we had been through
a lot of tough times trying to achieve a certain degree of success
in my business, and even though we had just lost everything on
a bad contract, I was confident we could work our way out of
I don’t know if you have ever suffered the “It’s
not fair!” syndrome, but let me tell you, I was suffering
a severe case of it.
Two friends of mine were dropping in almost
every day to see me, and try to cheer me up. Evidently, they
could see that they
weren’t having that much effect for the good. Then one
afternoon, they walked in with an extra amount of “we’re
going to cheer you up, or else!”
The one fellow was a disc jockey on a
gospel radio station, the other was his sidekick. The sidekick
began to take off his shirt.
I wondered what in the world he was up to. I couldn’t believe
my eyes. He told me his story. He had been burned in an industrial
fire. Everything had been burned except his face and hands. He
shared with me how he had been in and out of hospitals until
he was sick of them, but that they were pretty good places to
have when you needed one. He shared how he had found Jesus through
a nurse in one of those hospitals. Then he started reading his
favorite poem to me. He couldn’t hold back the tears, so
he threw the poem on the bed and they walked out.
When my nurse came in she handed me the
poem and I read it – through
lots of tears. When I finished reading it, I asked God to please
give me a song that would convey the same hope that poem had
brought me, so I could share it with others.
There are trials in life that seem more than I can bear.
There are heartaches beyond compare.
Without trials in life I might never bow in prayer.
And I would never know Jesus really cares.
For it’s the trials that bring
us closer to Heaven.
And it’s the trials that bring blessings untold.
And it’s the trials that bring us close to Jesus.
And it’s the trials that make pure gold.
Without trials in life I might never call the Lord.
And I would never know the joy of answered prayer.
Without trials in life I might never hear the words,
“ Well done, my child; Come in and glory share.”
© 1974 Chuck Fulmore