Looking
for the Wounded
By Dr. Clyde Box
(Preached at the National Sword of the Lord Conference on Revival and Soul
Winning, Highland Park Baptist Church, Chattanooga, Tennessee, 1985)
"The Lord doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the
outcasts of Israel. He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their
wounds."—Ps. 147:2,3.
In our text we see
the Lord gathering outcasts, healing broken hearts and binding wounds. That is
a picture of the Son of God. He is always doing that—gathering unto Himself
outcasts, healing broken hearts and binding wounds.
This morning I am concerned with the
third thing—binding up the wounds.
During the Vietnam War, a certain
nurse was the subject of much discussion. After a battle she would wander away
from the medical camp onto the battlefield itself. Sometimes she would
personally drag in a soldier who was in desperate need of medical attention.
More than once she was reprimanded by the doctors. They told her she had no
business on the battlefield. Not only that, she brought in Viet Cong soldiers
along with the Americans.
One day after a big battle an
officer saw her on the battlefield amid all the suffering and dying and death.
He began to rebuke her: "What are you doing on that battlefield?" She
said without hesitation, "I’m looking for the wounded. That’s what I am
here for."
When I read this story I could not
help but think, That’s our job. When I read about this nurse, so dedicated to
the task of healing wounds that she would go onto the battlefield itself and
drag
in the wounded personally, I thought
to myself, That’s our job.
When Jesus saved us, He could have
taken us to Heaven right then; but He didn’t choose to do that. Instead, He
left us here so we might go onto the battlefield of this old world and look for
the wounded. Our job is to go out into the highways and hedges and look for the
wounded.
Jesus said, "Go ye into all the
world, and preach the gospel to every creature" (Mark 16:15). What is He
saying? "GO! Look for the wounded." He said, "Go out into the
highways and hedges, and compel them to come in…" (Luke 14:23). GO! Look
for the wounded! He said, "Ye shall be witnesses unto me both in
Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the
earth" (Acts 1:8). What’s He saying? "GO! Look for the wounded!"
That nurse believed it was her
solemn duty to find the wounded and bring them in where their wounds might be
healed so that they might be sent back out into the battle. So it is with us.
Now, I realize that the work of the
ministry is threefold. We are accused of being single-minded; but if you are
going to be single-minded, be single-minded in looking for the wounded. I
realize that the work of the ministry is to bring them in, build them up, send
them out so they might bring some more in. But if we do not bring them in, we
cannot do the other things.
Our primary job is to look for the
wounded. We are to go out into the battlefields of this world and find them and
bring them to the Great Physician who will bind up and heal their wounds; then
we are to send them out into the battle to find other wounded.
But where did the war begin? Where
did these souls receive their wounds? Well, for the answer to these questions,
we have to go back to the very beginning, to Eden. There we see that man was
wounded, first of all…
I. By Satan
This first great battle took place
in the beautiful Garden of Eden. "And the Lord God formed man of the dust
of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man
became a living soul" (Gen. 2:7). Man stood before Almighty God as the
masterpiece of His creation, and God said, ‘It is good.’ Then He gave man a
command, saying to Adam, "Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely
eat: But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of
it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die" (vss.
16,17). And the battle began!
Someone else was present in that
garden—Satan. Satan began to tempt Eve, saying, "Eve, He doesn’t want your
eyes to be opened. That’s the reason He told you not to eat of the forbidden
fruit. Eve, your eyes will opened. You will be like God!"
She said, "We’ll die."
He whispered in her ear, "Ye
shall not surely die" (Gen. 3:4).
She ate, and she gave to her
husband, Adam, and he ate; and they were wounded by Satan. We see in the Garden
of Eden that beautiful masterpiece that God created—man—fallen and wounded by
Satan himself! Adam is naked now and stripped of every righteous rag. He is
blind now. Satan has gouged out the eyes of his soul and left him in darkness.
He is separated now. No longer does he have fellowship with God. Instead, he is
hiding among the bushes.
But then God walked onto the
battlefield. The Bible says that in the cool of the evening God came into the
Garden and began to speak. "Adam…where art thou? Adam…where art
thou?" (Gen. 3:9). What is He doing? Looking for the wounded. Adam and Eve
had been wounded by Satan, but God was ready to heal their wound. He found them
and clothed them in His righteousness.
But the battle that had its
beginning in Eden began to spread until the whole world was covered. These two
people, wounded by Satan, plunged the whole world into the darkness of sin.
Now we see the second wound. We see
that men are wounded…
II. By Sin
That sin of disobedience that took
place in the Garden of Eden began to grow until it covered the whole world like
a plague and came up before Almighty God as a stench in His nostrils. "And
it repented the Lord that he had made man on the earth," and He said,
"I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth"
(Gen. 6:6,7). Sin had done its duty! Sin had done its job!
But then the eyes of the Lord began
to run to and fro across the earth. What was He doing? Looking for the wounded.
The eyes of the Lord fell on a man
by the name of Noah, and "Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord"
(Gen. 6:8). God told him that He was going to destroy the world with a flood
and to build an ark of safety. Just before the Flood came, God said to Noah,
"Come thou and all thy house into the ark" (Gen. 7:1). Noah and his
family were saved. Mankind had a new start.
But the battle continued, and the
wounded began to fall all over the entire world.
Third, we see men wounded…
III. By Society
God heals those wounds too. One
night God called a man by the name of Abraham who was outside his tent.
"Abraham, look up at the stars." In my mind’s eye I have pictured
that so many times. Abraham, no doubt with his mouth hanging open, began to
look up at the stars. God said, "Count them." But Abraham said,
"I can’t count the stars; there are too many." God said, "So
shall thy seed be" (Gen. 15:5).
He promised Abraham a son in his old
age. His wife, Sarah, laughed, thinking it humorous that God would say
something like that. But God asked, "Wherefore did Sarah laugh?…Is any
thing too hard for the Lord?" (Gen. 18:13,14). I submit to you today that
there is nothing too hard for Him. But for a long time it seemed as if God
would not keep His promise; they had no children. Sarah, who had laughed at the
idea that God would give her a child to begin with, said, "God is not
going to keep His promise, so Abram, take my handmaid, Hagar, so that she might
give us a child, an heir." Abraham obeyed his wife, and this was a
mistake. He took Hagar, and Ishmael was born.
But God did keep His promise; God
always keeps His promises. Not too long after that, Isaac was born. Ah, how
they loved Isaac! He was the apple of their eye. How they loved him! Abraham now
had an heir!
But what about Ishmael? Well, Sarah
became jealous of Hagar and Ishmael and told her husband, "Cast them out.
We don’t need them now." The society of Abraham no longer had any use for
Hagar and Ishmael. Abraham gave them a little bottle of water and some food and
sent them out into the desert.
They wandered into the desert until
they had lost their way. Their water was gone, their food was gone, their hope
was gone. Hagar took her son, Ishmael, and put him under a bush a little ways
away from her so she wouldn’t have to watch him die. Then she sat down on the
hot sand, waiting to die. Nothing in all that desert but silence.
But then the silence was broken as a
voice said, "What aileth thee, Hagar?" (Gen. 21:17). That’s Almighty
God speaking! What’s He doing in the desert? Looking for the wounded. He’s out
in the desert because someone has been wounded by society. "What aileth
thee, Hagar?"
He found them. He said, "I have
seen you." He gave them water and healed their wound. Hagar and Ishmael
had been wounded by society, cast out and left to die; but God had not cast
them out.
A leper was wounded by society. This
man had a disease that made him repulsive to all who looked upon him. When he
walked down the street, he had to cover his lip and cry out, "Unclean!
Unclean!" People who had a little compassion would hang clean rags on the
fences and trees so he might take them off and wipe the corruption from his
sores of leprosy, then discard them. That’s the only thing society would do for
him. He was an outcast from his family and friends.
But there was One who came from
Heaven, born in Bethlehem’s manger, walked the shores of Galilee. There was One
who loved outcasts. When He came from Heaven, He was looking for the wounded.
The leper came close to the Lord Jesus Christ, saying, "Lord, if thou
wilt, thou canst make me clean" (Matt. 8:2). What’s he saying? "I
know You have the ability, but do You love me enough?" Immediately Jesus
said, "I will; be thou clean" (vs. 3). One who had been wounded by
society, who had been cast out, was all of a sudden taken back.
The woman of Sychar, the woman at
the well, was an outcast. She had had five husbands, and the man she was then
living with wasn’t her husband. She might have said, "Once I was pure as
the snow, but I fell—fell like the snow, from Heaven to Hell." She was a
fallen woman.
One day Jesus was going from Judea
to Galilee. Now, usually when the Jews traveled from Judea to Galilee or
Galilee back to Jerusalem, they went around Samaria because of their hatred for
the Samaritans. They thought they were dogs. They had no use for them and
wanted no contact with them. Did you know that a Samaritan was the only man
under Heaven who could not be a proselyte to Judaism?
This time it was different for the Lord.
He said to His disciples, "I must needs go through Samaria." Not
understanding that, I can imagine they must have said one to another,
"Why? Why is He going through Samaria?"
Little did they know that the Son of
God was looking for the wounded! He had an appointment with a fallen woman at
Jacob’s Well.
Sitting on the curve of that old
well, He saw her coming. He could see the marks of sin on her face, on her
countenance. But He gave her living water. She went back to that city and said,
"Come, see a man…" (John 4:29).
"Who is He?"
"I don’t know, but He is
looking for the wounded."
If you have been cast out by
society, He is looking for you. Thank God, He still finds outcasts!
I led a truck driver to Christ—one
of the meanest men I had ever known. Little did he know at the time that he had
multiple myoma, cancer of the bone marrow that would take his life. He made me
promise I would go and witness to his eighty-year-old father.
I went. Now, I love to talk to
people about the Lord. I don’t have any problem with people insulting me, but
this was the meanest man I had ever met. Before he got saved, the truck driver
was an angel compared to his father.
When I began talking to him about
the Lord Jesus, he began laughing at me. I checked my countenance to see if I
had something on wrong; I didn’t know what he was laughing about.
He said, "You don’t believe all
that garbage, do you?"
"Yes sir."
"You wouldn’t give your son to
die for the drunkard on the street, would you?"
"No sir, I don’t have a son. I
probably wouldn’t anyway; but nevertheless, God did," I answered.
Sneering, he said, "I don’t
want to hear what you have to say! Get out of my house!"
I left. In about three months his
granddaughter called me. "Would you go see Papa Morgan again? He’s in the
hospital and about to die."
"When I went to see him he
cursed me and told me to get out of his house," I told her.
She said, "I know, but I love
him and don’t want to see him go to Hell."
When I got to the hospital, he saw
me come in, and made like he was asleep. Did you ever have them do you that
way? I got right down in his face and said, "HEY!"
"The doctor said I couldn’t
have any visitors"—lying to me of course.
I said, "He doesn’t know I am
here."
"He knows everybody; he knows
you’re here. Get out! I can’t have visitors."
I tried to talk to him about the
Lord; but he wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t even open his eyes.
Finally he said, "Get out, or
I’m going to call the doctor!"
In four or five months his boy died,
the one who had asked me to go see his father. At the funeral, when my wife
witnessed to the old man he insulted her. Now, it is a lot easier for me to
take being insulted than it is for me to see someone insult my wife. I was not
around when he did it; I just began praying for him. I said, "There is no
hope for that old guy."
Six months later his little
granddaughter called again. "Would you go by the house and see Papa Morgan
one more time?"
"Oh me! You know, I am not a
masochist. That guy’s cussed me so many times…"
"Just go see him one more time;
I know for sure he’s going to die this time."
"He’ll never die! He’s too
mean!" I said.
"Go one more time—please."
"Okay."
I said to my assistant pastor,
"We have to go see Papa Morgan."
He said, "Oh me!"
"Well, I am not going to let it
ruin our day of visitation. We’ll take some cards and make some hospital
visits. We’ll win somebody to Christ. Then we’ll go by there and let him cuss
us out, then go home." Faith! Looking for the wounded.
We made our visits and had a good
day. Finally I said, "Well, we have to go by and make that visit, you
know."
It was springtime. When we got to
the house, I could see him through the screen door. He had a big afghan pulled
up over him. I thought, He’s ready for battle. He’s got a gun under that
afghan. He’s going to shoot me this time!
We walked inside. One had to talk
loud to him because he did not hear too well. When we stepped inside the door I
said, "Amos, don’t you think it’s about time you got saved?"
"I sure do!"
Astonished I said, "What?"
"I sure do!" he answered.
"No, you don’t. You don’t
believe all this stuff."
"Yes, I do!"
I felt like a dog! You see, although
I had given up on him, God had not. The eyes of the Lord were running to and
fro throughout the whole earth looking for the wounded! He was saying to me,
"Clyde Box, there’s a wounded soul over there!"
"He’s dead," I said.
"No, he’s just wounded, and I
can heal his wound."
He bowed his head, and we began to
pray. He asked Christ to save him. We buried him six days later. Thank God, God
found the wounded. Although I had given up, God had not given up!
But the battle for the souls of men
continues. The whole world is the battlefield, and the war rages. The wounded are
everywhere—wounded by Satan, wounded by sin, wounded by society.
We also see men wounded…
IV. By Self
I am not just talking about
suicides; I am talking about pride. One of the greatest enemies of the soul is
pride. "Pride goeth before destruction" (Prov. 16:18).
Because of pride, old Naaman almost
missed being healed. Because of pride, Uzziah was struck down by leprosy. It
was pride that caused Haman to be hanged on his own gallows. Pride is a deadly
enemy of the soul. What do you think it was that caused the Pharisees to cry
out, "We’ll not have this man to rule over us! Give us Barabbas"?
Pride. Old Caiaphas shouted blasphemy so loud that he could not hear the
whispers of the Holy Spirit trying to get him to realize that he was a wounded
soul.
Pride causes men not to humble
themselves. The battlefield of this old world is filled with the wounded souls
of pride. Embarrassment sends them to Hell. Isn’t that strange? Too proud to
humble themselves before Al-mighty God! Too proud to admit they are sinners!
Too proud to weep! Too proud to pray! Too proud! Pride would send them to Hell,
and it is our responsibility, our job, to see that it doesn’t. We are to go on
the battlefields of this world and become fools for Christ’s sake so we might
find the wounded.
When someone said to D. L. Moody,
"Mr. Moody, don’t you know that the world is getting to be a better place
to live in?" Moody replied, "I picture the world as a wrecked vessel,
drawing nearer and nearer to destruction. God gave me a lifeboat and said,
‘Here, Moody, save all you can.’" Moody spent his life looking for the
wounded.
C. T. Studd, that great missionary
soul, gave away all of his money and spent his life on the mission field. He
made one of the greatest statements outside the Word of God: "If Jesus
Christ be God, and He died for me, then there is no sacrifice too great to make
for Him." Studd was out looking for the wounded.
When I was first saved, I was given
a class of twelve-year-old boys. I should have known after I had that class for
a while that God had called me to preach, because if you can handle a class of
twelve-year-old boys, you can do anything! I resigned that class and nearly
gave up being a Christian for a while…that is, until I met Alvin. Alvin’s hair
had never been combed. You couldn’t comb it—it had seven cowlicks! In fact, I
think the cow had licked his whole head!
I went to visit him one night. He
lived in a dirty apartment house. I made my way to the second floor. I knocked
on the door. His mother answered the door and said, "Alvin’s gone."
But she was so excited to see me. "Oh, he talks about you. Come on in.
He’ll be back in a short while. He would just die if he missed you!"
I said, "I’ll come in for a
minute." (I wanted to witness to her anyway.)
I began talking to her about the
Lord. She said she was saved. I waited about fifteen or twenty minutes, and
when Alvin didn’t show up, I said, "I’m going to have to go. I’ll come
back."
She said, "Please don’t go.
Wait just a little while longer. He’ll be here."
I waited a little while longer.
After about fifteen more minutes, I stood up and started toward the door.
"I must go. I’m sorry. I have some other visits to make."
She said, "I understand."
When I opened the door to leave, there
Alvin stood, with his shirttail out. He always looked like he had been sleeping
in his clothes, but his smile would capture your heart. Grinning from ear to
ear he said, "I’m glad you’ve come to see me. Listen; you said something
in Sunday school I want to know about. How can I be saved?"
I showed him from the Word of God
how he could know Christ as his Saviour. We knelt together, and Alvin put his
trust in the Lord.
He said, "I’ll be there Sunday
for sure," pointing his finger toward me.
"Well, I’ll be looking for
you." I knew he would come—nothing could keep him away.
Sunday came, but when he didn’t show
up for Sunday school nor for church I was disappointed. Alvin always showed up.
While giving the invitation, I
looked back and saw Alvin coming through the door. He was messed up all over!
His hair was sticking up every which way, and his shirttail was out. He came
forward, pointed his finger at me and said, "I told ya I’d be here!"
He made his profession, and we baptized him. Then I found out what had
happened.
On Saturday evening his drunken
father had picked him up and had taken him from beer joint to beer joint. At
twelve midnight on Saturday, while his father was drunk in a bar and Alvin was
in the car, he remembered about coming to Sunday school. So he got out of the
car and began walking toward the church. It was some thirty miles away, but he
figured he could make it! He walked until he got so tired that he had to find a
place to lie down. He found an unlocked car, crawled inside and went to sleep.
The sun woke him up the next day—Sunday. That’s why he was late!
I loved that little twelve-year-old.
He was one of the greatest guys! He moved a year later to Garland. Three years
later I received a call. The preacher asked, "Do you remember Alvin
Calwell?"
"Yes sir."
"He’s dead."
"Dead? How could he be dead?
The boy is just fifteen years old! What in the world happened?"
"He was in a stock tank trying
to get a biology specimen for school, and he drowned."
I fell on my face and began to weep.
My heart was wounded. I thought, O dear God! He never had anything in this
life. He never even had a father to love him. Why did he have to die like that?
Then I realized what I was saying.
Why, I could see him in Heaven! He never had a father here, but he has a Father
there. Then I got happy and began crying and laughing at the same time! I could
see him in Heaven with his hair sticking every which way! Even the Lord
couldn’t comb that hair! His shirttail would be out, but he was there because
someone taught me how to go out into the battlefields of this world and look
for the wounded; and I had the joy of leading that little fellow to Christ!
Then I got to imagining that one day when I see him before the bema, the
judgment seat of Christ, he will run up to me, stick that little finger up in
my face, and say, "I told ya I’d be here! Now I’m here!"
This whole world is a battlefield.
It’s exciting. I like to go out into the highways and hedges and knock on this
door and that and wonder what God is going to do, see whom God is going to
save. It’s exciting to look for the wounded.
Oh, give me,
Lord, Thy love for souls,
For lost and wandering sheep.
Help me to see the multitudes,
And weep as Thou didst weep.
Help me to see the tragic plight
Of souls far off in sin;
Help me to pray, to love, to go
Bring the wandering in.
From off the altar of Thy heart,
Take Thou some flaming coal
And touch my life and give me,
Lord,
A heart that’s hot for souls.
O fire of love! O flame divine,
Make Thy abode in me;
Burn in my heart, burn evermore,
’Til I burn out for Thee.
God help you, God
help me to be like that nurse and tell the whole world, "I’m going to get
on the battlefield."
"What are you doing out
there?"
"We’re looking for the
wounded."
They’re everywhere, folks. The
wounded are everywhere, and our job is to find them and bring them to the Great
Physician who can heal their wounds.
Go out from here and look for the wounded.