The sob of universal humanity',

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"I am the Lord who heals you." Exodus 15:26

Christ was the true Jehovah Rophi. What diverse 
crowds flocked to this Divine Physician of old, and
"He healed them all"! No numbers baffled Him; no 
variety bewildered Him. The inquiring Nicodemus; 
the rash Peter, boisterous as the waves of the sea; 
the loving and meditative, yet impulsive John; the 
strong-willed, septic Thomas—each had a niche in 
the Great Living Temple. 

Penitents crept abashed to His feet, and wept out 
their shame and sorrow. Blind men on the wayside 
called aloud for help. Lepers in piteous tones—outcasts, 
spurned and evaded by all others—claimed Him, and 
found in Him a brother. Hearts crushed and broken with 
bereavement were in His presence conscious of a 
combined sympathy and power which dried their tears 
and restored their "loved and lost." 

There was thus response in His bosom to the sob 
of universal humanity. Every bird of weary wing and 
wailing cry, abroad on earth's waste wilderness of 
waters, "seeking rest and finding none," had shelter 
and safety and peace in this Ark of God!