Is There Any Sorrow Like My Sorrow?

Joseph Holbrook, Jr.

READ : Lamentations 1:12-22

They tell us that in 18th-century America when Jonathan Edwards preached, people cried out for God’s mercy. If a Reformed Church preacher tried that kind of preaching today, we would all stand around after church saying, “Man, he really gave it to us, didn’t he?”

Listen to this confession of sin: “I am in distress . . . I have been very rebellious. . . as thou hast dealt with me because of all my transgressions (vv. 20, 22).

We have in our liturgy a confession of sin, but I was rebuked one Sunday by an elder who said that he was not guilty of any of the sins that we ever confessed to in unison before the Lord. It would probably have been close to impossible to put together any confession that he would have admitted to.

Think what it is going to be like to be standing in the presence of God. When John saw the glorified Christ with “eyes like a flame of fire, feet like burnished bronze,” he “fell at his feet as though dead” (Rev. 1:12-17). If God, through this ancient book, brings us to our knees in contrition, reaching out to Jesus for forgiveness and healing, these devotions may be of priceless value to us.


Lord, give us a contrite heart like Jeremiah. Make us aware of the eternal folly of disobeying Your Word. In Jesus’ name. Amen.