If God has made us to love like himself, and like himself long to help; if there are those for whom we, like him, would give our lives; if the love in us would, for the very easing of the love he kindled, gift another—like himself who chooses and cherishes even the love that pains him; if, in the midst of a sore need to bless, to give, to help, we are aware of an utter impotence; and if all our hope for ourselves lies in God—what is there for us, what can we think of, what do, but go to God? And where is the natural refuge, there must be the help. There can be no need for which he has no supply. I think God will help my friend that I may be helped—perhaps help me to help him. You see, in praying for another, we pray for ourselves—for the relief of the needs of our love. Would God give us love, and leave that love altogether helpless in us?
God is ever seeking to lift us up into the sharing of his divine nature. See the grandeur of the creative love of the Holy! Nothing less will serve it than to have his children, through his and their suffering, share the throne of his glory! If he would have his children fellow-workers with him; if he has desired and willed that not only by the help of his eternal Son, but by the help also of the children who through him have been born from above, other children shall be brought to his knee, to the plenty of his house, why should he not have kept some margin of room wherein their prayers may work for those whom they have to help?