Daily Affirmations - Day 2 - Where the People Are - Help of the Helpless
- Alisa B.
- Sep 7
- 2 min read
Day 2: Help of the helpless
“Sir,” the disabled man answered [Jesus], “I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up, but while I’m coming, someone goes down ahead of me” (John 5:7 - Christian Standard Bible - CSB).
Heavenly Father, Loving Shepherd, You are the God who seeks. Long ago, You promised Your people, “I will seek the lost, bring back the scattered, bind up the broken and strengthen the sick…” (Ezekiel 34:16).
You reiterated Your plan and Your purpose when the Lord Jesus, The Good Shepherd (John 10:11,14) the One in whom all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form (Colossians 2:9) declared, "For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost" (Luke 19:10).
Lord, Your all-seeing eyes find us, lost in our helpless estate, wherever we are— from the shady tax collector, out on a limb, precariously perched on the deceitfulness of riches— to the by-passed, stepped-over, pushed-aside unseen with a thirty-eight year disability (John 5:1-5). "Come down immediately," You called to the one (Luke 19:5), and to the other, "Do you want to get well?" (John 5:6); meeting each at his point of deepest need.
Unchanging God, You have never stopped being the Help of the helpless. You still seek the lost, the scattered, the broken, and the sick. And You call us, the ones who have been helped, to go with You where the people are— to the ones in hiding, to the ones who don't measure up; to the unseen, the trampled, the pushed aside the stepped over, the bypassed, the overlooked, the ones who have no one...
They are all around us. You saw them in the crowd; open our eyes to see them. Help me, help us, to go where You send us today.
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see—
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
~ Henry F. Lyte ~ 1847
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