How does it happen that certain songs or diddies, craziness go round and round in your head for days? I have been singing and thinking on the song, “Showers of Blessings,” for I think two weeks and trying to figure out what the significance of it might be for me. I am not sure I know that answer yet, and so I did a search on the author and reason for his writing it. I posted that information below for your information.
David Bartlett quoted in his blog about this song, Jeremiah 3:3, “Therefore, the showers have been withheld, and the spring rain has not come.” You can read his thoughts here, http://wp.me/pyfEB-6A
I was wondering what mercy really is like. There is so much mercy given to us, have we become so familiar with it that we don’t really recognize it anymore as mercy! We don’t even deserve any mercy! Unmerited favor given because God loves us so much. As I think of this while writing I am prompted to put a thank you on the top of my morning prayer for the mercy given for another day to wake up and praise God. That is the blessing, all the mercy that drops around us! I shall plead in prayer for wisdom to see God’s mercy and remember to be thankful for each drop.
MERCY ITSELF IS A BLESSING!!
Whittle was named after American politician Daniel Webster. Whittle reached the rank of major in the American civil war, and for the rest of his life was known as “Major” Whittle. During the war, Whittle lost his right arm, and ended up in a prisoner of war camp. Recovering from his wounds in the hospital, he looked for something to read, and found a New Testament. Though its words resonated with him, he was still not ready to accept Christ. Shortly after, a hospital orderly woke him and said a dying prisoner wanted someone to pray with him. Whittle demurred, but the orderly said, “But I thought you were a Christian; I have seen you reading your Bible.” Whittle then agreed to go. He recorded what took place at the dying youth’s bed side:
I dropped on my knees and held the boy’s hand in mine. In a few broken words I confessed my sins and asked Christ to forgive me. I believed right there that He did forgive me. I then prayed earnestly for the boy. He became quiet and pressed my hand as I prayed and pleaded God’s promises. When I arose from my knees, he was dead. A look of peace had come over his troubled face, and I cannot but believe that God who used him to bring me to the Savior, used me to lead him to trust Christ’s precious blood and find pardon. I hope to meet him in heaven.
After the war, Whittle became treasurer of the Elgin Watch Company in Chicago, Illinois. In less than 10 years, though, he entered the evangelism field. During this period, he worked with musicians Phillip Bliss and James McGranahan. His daughter May Moody also wrote music for some of his lyrics.
Of his decision to devote his life to the Gospel, Whittle said that, while at work, he:
…went into the vault and in the dead silence of the quietest of places I gave my life to my Heavenly Father to use as He would.