"Lord, teach us to pray."--Luke xi. i.
"Which of you shall have a friend, and shall go unto him at midnight..."-- Luke. xi. 5-8.
It is night. It is midnight. The night is dark.
All the lights are out, and everybody is in bed.
"Friend! lend me three loaves! For a friend of
mine in his journey is come to me, and I have
nothing to set before him!" He knocks again.
"Friend! lend me three loaves!" He waits
awhile and then he knocks again. "Friend,
friend! I must have three loaves!" "Trouble
me not: the door is now shut; I cannot rise and give
thee!" He is dumb, for a time. He stands still.
He turns to go home. But he cannot go home.
He dare not go home. He comes back. He
knocks again. "Friend!" he cries, till the dogs
bark at him. He puts his ear to the door. There
is a sound inside, and then the light of a candle
shines through the hole of the door. The bars of
the door are drawn back, and he gets not three
loaves only but as many as he needs, "And I say
1. Our Lord Himself was often like that importunate
poor man, out at midnight, knocking for
bread. When He was a child, He had lain, full
of fear, and had heard all that knocking at midnight
at Joseph's door. And, when He became a
man, He remembered that sleepless midnight, and
spiritualised it and put it into this parable. And
often, when He was full of all manner of labours,
and all manner of temptations all day, He called to
mind that midnight in Nazareth, and knocked again
and again till He got as much as he needed. There
are things in the Gospels written there--without
emotion and without exclamation--at which our
hearts stand still, when we suddenly come upon
them. "He went up into a mountain to pray:
and when the evening was come He was there
alone." And, again, "He departed again into
a mountain Himself alone." And, again, "It came
to pass in those days that he went out into a
mountain to pray, and continued all night in prayer
to God." He continued all night. Do you see
Him? Do you hear Him? Can you make out
what He is asking? He stands up. He kneels
down. He falls on His face. He knocks at the
thick darkness. All that night He prays, and
refuses to faint, till the sun rises, and He descends to
2. And then, just as He was when He was
in this world, and just as this importunate
poor man was, so are we while the day of our
mercy lasts in this world. A friend of ours--so
to call him--comes to us in his journey; and
we have nothing to set before him. God's law
comes and says to us, Do this, and do that to that
man, pointing him out to us. And we set out to
do what we are told from God to do: but the thing
that we would, we do not: while the thing that
we would not, that we do. A temptation that we
had not expected, and that we were not prepared
for, comes upon us. A heart-searching, a hart-scorching
temptation,--till our hearts are as dark
as midnight, and as dead as the grave. Duties
that we cannot perform as we ought, and cannot
And then, in our famine of life, and peace, and
strength, we think--oh, so unwillingly!--of God.
How unwelcome is the thought that He has all that
we need; and that, if we ask it aright of Him,
He will give us all we need! It may be so. But if
we could make any other shift we would make it.
We have grace enough left to be ashamed to go to
God in our need. It is so long since we have been
at His door, or in His house, or at His table, or He
at ours. He might very well say to us, I do not
know you. He might very well say to us, Get some
of your own friends to help you. We anticipate
that, and also far worse upbraidings than that.
And we turn back, we simply cannot go to God.
But the intolerable pangs go on. The awful faintness
and sinking go on: till very death itself, and
worse than death, is at the door, and till we say like
the four lepers at the entering in of the gate of
Samaria: "Why sit we here until we die? Now,
therefore, come and let us fall unto the host of
the Syrians: if they save us alive, we shall live:
and if they kill us, we shall but die." It is not a
very becoming mind in which to arise and go to our
Father. But any of you that is a father does not
3. When the Books are opened it will be discovered
that more importunate and prevailing
prayer has been offered at midnight than at all the
other hours of the day and the night taken together.
Look back at your Bible,--that book of importunate
and prevailing prayer,--and see! Jacob is the father
of all men of importunate prayer. Jacob was
called no more Jacob, but Israel, because of his
all-night importunity in prayer. A friend of his,
his brother Esau, indeed, was to meet him to-morrow,
and Jacob felt that he must have all night
with God if his life was to be preserved. The sin
of his youth had found Jacob out. And it took
Jacob all night to see the sin of his youth as God
saw it, and as Esau saw it. But he did see it as
the night went on. And he called the name of
the place Peniel. What midnights David had with
sin, and with prayer also, all his Psalms testify.
But, best of all, David's SON. The midnight
mountains and the midnight olive-yards of Galilee
and Judea will all rise against us when the Books
are opened,--the Books about our Lord's life of
prayer, and the books about our own life of prayer.
His Books are all closed against that day, but not
ours yet. If, to-night, then, a friend of yours
should come to you, and you have nothing to set
before him: if, in your Saviour's words, you should
4. "Importunity,"--"because of his importunity,"
5. And then,--oh! what an experience it is,
what a more than heavenly joy it is, when the door
is at last opened, and the loaves are handed out!
What an indescribable feeling is that in our hearts,
when, after years of prayer, followed with midnight
after midnight of importunity and agony, light
6. And then, just before He shuts up His sermon
on prayer, our Lord in one word touches the top
and the perfection of all prayer,--"importunate
prayer, that is, for the Holy Spirit. It is no longer
a prayer for bread, or for a fish, or for an egg: it
is no longer for long life, or for riches, or for the
life of our enemies: it is no longer, What shall we
eat? or what shall we drink? or wherewithal shall
we be clothed? It is now for the Holy Spirit, and
for the Holy Spirit alone. Our Lord would fain
hear us saying at the end of His sermon: "One
thing do I desire, and that will l seek after." We
have all wrestled at midnight, when we saw Esau
coming to meet us with his armed men. We have
all made our couch to swim with tears when our
sin found us out. We have all fallen on our face
when death, with his cords and his torches and his
weapons, was seen crossing the Kedron. But have
we ever been like this man in the parable for the
Holy Spirit? For the Holy Spirit, and for His
holiness in our hearts? Do we ever--do we often--do
we without ceasing knock for holiness? For
the death and the destruction of sin in our souls?
"What are these which are arrayed in white robes, and whence came they? . . . They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more. . . . For the Lamb which is in the midst of the Throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." Amen.