"Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken." (Isaiah 62:4)
"Forsaken" is a dreary word. It sounds like a knell. It is the record of the
sharpest sorrows and the prophecy of direst ills. An abyss of misery yawns in that word
forsaken. Forsaken by one who pledges his honor! Forsaken by a friend so long tried and
trusted! Forsaken by a dear relative! Forsaken by father and mother! Forsaken by all! This
is woe indeed, and yet it may be patiently borne if the Lord will take us up.
But what must it be to feel forsaken of God? Think of that bitterest of cries, "My
God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" Have we ever in any degree tasted the
wormwood and the gall of "forsaken" in that sense? If so, let us beseech our
Lord to save us from any repetition of so unspeakable a sorrow. Oh, that such darkness may
never return! Men in malice said of a saint, "God hath forsaken him; persecute and
take him." But it was always false. The Lord's loving favor shall compel our cruel
foes to eat their own words or, at least, to hold their tongues.
The reverse of all this is that superlative word Hephzibah "the Lord delighteth in
thee." This turns weeping into dancing. Let those who dreamed that they were forsaken
hear the Lord say, "I will never leave thee nor forsake thee."