"Multitudes followed him, and he healed them all" (Matthew 12: 15).
What a multitude of hideous sickness must have thrust itself under the eye of Jesus! Yet, we do not read that He was disgusted. What a variety of evils must have met at His feet! Yet, He was ready for every new shape of evil and was victor over it in every form. It did not matter if it was fever, palsy, madness, leprosy, or blindness--all knew the power of His word and fled at His command. It is even so this morning. Whatever my own case may be, the beloved Physician can heal me. Whatever may be the state of others whom I may remember in prayer, I have hope in Jesus that He will heal them of their diseases. My friend, I have hope for all when I remember the healing power of my Lord. He still dispenses His grace and works wonders among the sons of men. Let me go to Him at once in earnest. Let me praise Him this morning as I remember how He performed His spiritual cures by taking on Himself our sicknesses. "By his stripes we are healed" (Isaiah 53: 5). The Church on earth is full of souls healed by our beloved Physician. The inhabitants of heaven itself confess that He healed them all. Come, then, publish abroad the virture of His grace, and let it be "to the Lord for a name; for an everlasting sign which shall not be cut off" (Isaiah 55: 13).