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The Ideal Life and other Unpublished Addresses by HENRY DRUMMOND F.R.S.E. with
Memorial Sketches by W. Robertson Nicoll and Ian Maclaren
LONDON: HODDER AND STOUGHTON
27 PATERNOSTER ROW 1897
The addresses which make up this volume were
written by Professor Drummond between the years 1876 and 1881, and are now
published to meet the wishes of those who heard some of them delivered, and in
the hope that they may continue his work.
They were never prepared for publication, and
have been printed from his manuscripts with a few obvious verbal corrections. A
few paragraphs used in later publications have been retained.
Of the memorial sketches the first was originally
published in the Contemporary Review, and the second in the North
American Review.
December, 1897.
MEMORIAL SKETCHES
I. BY W. ROBERTSON NICOLL
II. BY IAN MACLAREN
ADDRESSES
ILL-TEMPER
"He was angry, and would not go in."--Luke xv.
28.
1881
WHY CHRIST MUST DEPART
"It is expedient for you that I go away."--
John xvi. 7.
1880
GOING TO THE FATHER
"I go to my Father." -- John xiv. 12.
1880
THE ECCENTRICITY OF RELIGION
"And when his friends heard of it, they went out
to lay hold of him: for they said, He is beside himself." -- Mark iii.
21.
1880
"TO ME TO LIVE IS CHRIST"
"For to me to live is Christ, and to die is
gain." -- Philippians i. 21.
1879
CLAIRVOYANCE
"We look not at the things which are seen, but at
the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but
the things which are not seen are eternal." -- 2 Corinthians iv.
18.
1881
THE THREE FACTS OF SIN
"Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; Who healeth
all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction." -- Psalm ciii.
3,4.
1877
THE THREE FACTS OF SALVATION
"Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; Who healeth
all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction." -- Psalm ciii.
3,4.
1877
MARVEL NOT
"Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be
born again." -- John iii. 7.
PENITENCE
"And the Lord turned and looked upon Peter and
Peter went out and wept bitterly." -- Luke xxii. 61,62.
1877
THE MAN AFTER GOD'S OWN HEART -- A BIBLE STUDY ON
THE IDEAL OF A CHRISTIAN LIFE
"A man after mine own heart, who shall fulfil all
my will." -- Acts xiii. 22.
"WHAT IS YOUR LIFE?"
"Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow.
For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time,
and then vanisheth away." -- James iv. 14.
Dec. 31, 1876
WHAT IS GOD'S WILL
"The God of our fathers has chosen thee, that
thou shouldest know His will." -- Acts xxii. 14.
1877
THE RELATION OF THE WILL OF GOD TO
SANCTIFICATION
"This is the will of God, even your
sanctification." -- I Thessalonians iv. 3.
"As He which hath called you is holy, so be ye
holy in all manner of conversation; because it is written, Be ye holy for I am
holy." -- I Peter i. 15,16.
"Lo, I come to do Thy will, O God. . . . By
the which will we are sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus
Christ once for all." -- Hebrews x. 9,10.
HOW TO KNOW THE WILL OF GOD
"If any man will do His will, he shall know of
the doctrine, whether it be of God." -- John vii. 17.
Henry Drummond
PROFESSOR DRUMMOND'S influence on his
contemporaries is not to be measured by the sale of his books, great as that
has been. It may be doubted whether any living novelist has had so many
readers, and perhaps no living writer has been so eagerly followed and so
keenly discussed on the Continent and in America. For some reason, which it is
difficult to assign, many who exercise great influence at home are not
appreciated elsewhere. It has been said, for example, that no book of Ruskin's
has ever been translated into a Continental language, and though such a
negative is obviously dangerous, it is true that Ruskin has not been to Europe
what he has been to England. But Professor Drummond had the widest vogue from
Norway to Germany. There was a time when scarcely a week passed in Germany
without the publication of a book or pamphlet in which his views were
canvassed. In Scandinavia, perhaps, no other living Englishman was so widely
known. In every part of America his books had an extraordinary circulation.
This influence reached all classes. It was strong among scientific men,
whatever may be said to the contrary. Among such men as Von Moltke, Mr Arthur
Balfour, and others belonging to the governing class, it was stronger still. It
penetrated to every section of the Christian Church, and far beyond these
limits. Still, when this is said, it remains true that his deepest influence
was personal and hidden. In the long series of addresses he delivered all over
the world he brought about what may at least be called a crisis in the lives of
in numerable hearers. He received, I venture to say, more of the confidences of
people untouched by the ordinary work of the Church than any other man of his
time. Men and women came to him in their deepest and bitterest perplexities. To
such he was accessible, and both by personal interviews and by correspondence,
gave such help as he could. He was an ideal confessor. No story of failure
daunted or surprised him. For every one he had a message of hope, and, while
the warm friend of a chosen circle and acutely responsive to their kindness, he
did not seem to lean upon his friends. He himself did not ask for sympathy, and
did not seem to need it. The innermost secrets of his life were between himself
and his Saviour. While frank and at times even communicative, he had nothing to
say about himself or about those who had trusted him. There are multitudes who
owed to Henry Drummond all that one man can owe to another, and who felt such a
thrill pass through them at the news of his death as they can never experience
again.
Henry Drummond was born at Stirling in 1851. He
was surrounded from the first by powerful religious influences of the
evangelistic kind. His uncle Mr Peter Drummond, was the founder of what is
known as the Stirling Tract enterprise, through which many millions of small
religious publications have been circulated through the world. As a child he
was remarkable for his sunny disposition and his sweet temper, while the
religiousness of his nature made itself manifest at an early period. I do not
gather, however, that there were many auguries of his future distinction. He
was thought to be somewhat desultory and independent in his work. In due course
he proceeded to the University of Edinburgh, where he distinguished himself in
science, but in nothing else. He gained, I believe, the medal in the geology
class. But, like many students who do not go in for honours, he was anything
but idle. He tells us himself that he began to form a library, his first
purchase being a volume of extracts from Ruskin's works. Ruskin taught him to
see the world as it is, and it soon became a new world to him, full of charm
and loveliness. He learned to linger beside the ploughed field, and revel in
the affluence of colour and shade which were to be seen in the newly-turned
furrows, and to gaze in wonder at the liquid amber of the two feet of air above
the brown earth. Next to Ruskin he put Emerson, who all his life powerfully
affected both his teaching and his style. Differing as they did in many ways,
they were alike in being optimists with a high and noble conception of good,
but with no correspondingly definite conception of evil. Mr. Henry James says
that Emerson's genius had a singular thinness, an almost touching lightness,
sparseness, and transparency about it. And the same was true, in a measure, of
Drummond's. The religious writers who attracted him were Channing and F. W.
Robertson. Channing taught him to believe in God, the good and gracious
Sovereign of all things. From Robertson he learned that God is human, and that
we may have fellowship with Him because He sympathises with us. It is well
known that Robertson himself was a warm admirer of Channing. The parallels
between Robertson and Channing in thought, and even in words, have never been
properly drawn out. It would be a gross exaggeration to say that the contact
with Robertson and Channing was the beginning of Drummond's religious life. But
it was through them, and it was at that period of his studentship that he began
to take possession for himself of Christian truth. And it was a great secret of
his power that he preached nothing except what had personally come home to him
and had entered into his heart of hearts. His attitude to much of the theology
in which he was taught was that not of denial, but of respectful distance. He
might have come later on to appropriate it and preach it, but the appropriation
would have been the condition of the preaching. His mind was always receptive.
Like Emerson, he was an excellent listener. He stood always in a position of
hopeful expectancy, and regarded each delivery of a personal view as a new fact
to be estimated on its merits. I may add that he was a warm admirer of Mr R. H.
Hutton, and thought his essay on Goethe the best critical piece of the century.
He used to say that, like Mr Hutton, he could sympathise with every Church but
the Hard Church.
After completing his University course he went to
the New College, Edinburgh, to be trained for the ministry of the Free Church.
The time was critical. The Free Church had been founded in a time of intense
Evangelical faith and passion. It was a visible sign of the reaction against
Moderatism. The Moderates had done great service to literature, but their
sermons were favourably represented by the solemn fudge of Blair. James
Macdonell, the brilliant Times leader-writer, who carefully observed
from the position of an outsider the ecclesiastical life of his countrymen,
said that the Moderate leaders deliberately set themselves to the task of
stripping Scotch Presbyterianism free from provincialism, and so triumphant
were they that most of their sermons might have been preached in a heathen
temple as fitly as in St. Giles. They taught the moral law with politeness;
they made philosophy the handmaid of Christianity with well-bred moderation,
and they so handled the grimmer tenets of Calvinism as to hurt no
susceptibilities. The storm of the Disruption blew away the old Moderates from
their place of power, and men like Chalmers, Cunningham, Candlish, Welsh,
Guthrie, Begg, and the other leaders of the Evangelicals, more than filled
their place. The obvious danger was that the Free Church should become the home
of bigotry and obscurantism. This danger was not so great at first. There was a
lull in critical and theological discussion, and men were sure of their ground.
The large and generous spirit of Chalmers impressed itself on the Church of
which he was the main founder, and the desire to assert the influence of
religion in science and literature in all the field of knowledge was shown from
the beginning. For example, the North British Review was the organ of
the Free Church, and did not stand much behind the Edinburgh and the
Quarterly, either in the ability of its articles or in the distinction
of many of its contributors. But especially the Free Church showed its wisdom
by founding theological seminaries, and filling their chairs with its best men.
A Professorship of Divinity was held to be a higher position than the pastorate
of any pulpit. As time went on, however, and as the tenets of the Westminster
Evangelicalism were more and more formidably assailed, the Free Church came in
danger of surrendering its intellectual life. The whisper of heresy would have
damaged a minister as effectually as a grave moral charge. Independent thought
was impatiently and angrily suppressed. Macdonell said, writing in the
Spectator in 1874, that the Free Church was being intellectually
starved, and he pointed out that the Established Church was gaining ground
under the leadership of such men as Principal Tulloch and Dr. Wallace, who in a
sense represented the old Moderates, though they were as different from them as
this age is from the last. The Free Church was apparently refusing to shape the
dogmas of traditional Christianity in such a way as to meet the subtle
intellectual and moral demands of an essentially scientific age. There was an
apparent unanimity in the Free Church, but it was much more apparent than real.
For one thing, the teaching of some of the professors had been producing its
influence. Dr. A. B. Davidson, the recognised master of Old Testament learning
in this country, a man who joins to his knowledge imagination, subtlety,
fervour, and a rare power of style, had been quietly teaching the best men
amongst his students that the old views of revelation would have to be
seriously altered. He did not do this so much directly as indirectly, and I
think there was a period when any Free Church minister who asserted the
existence of errors in the Bible would have been summarily deposed. The abler
students had been taking sessions at Germany, and had thus escaped from the
narrowness of the provincial coterie. They were interested, some of them in
literature, some in science, some in philosophy. At the New College they
discussed in their theological society with daring and freedom the problems of
the time. A crisis was sure to come, and it might very well have been a crisis
which would have broken the Church in pieces. That it did not was due largely
to the influence of one man-- the American Evangelist, Mr. Moody.
In 1873 Mr. Moody commenced his campaign in the
Barclay Free Church, Edinburgh. A few days before, Drummond had read a paper to
the Theological Society of his college on Spiritual Diagnosis, in which he
maintained that preaching was not the most important thing, but that personal
dealing with those in anxiety would yield better results. In other words, he
thought that practical religion might be treated as an exact science. He had
given himself to scientific study with a view of standing for the degree of
Doctor of Science. Moody at once made a deep impression on Edinburgh, and
attracted the ablest students. He missed in this country a sufficient religious
provision for young men, and he thought that young men could best be moulded by
young men. With his keen American eye he perceived that Drummond was his best
instrument, and he immediately associated him in the work. It had almost
magical results. From the very first Drummond attracted and deeply moved
crowds, and the issue was that for two years he gave himself to this work of
evangelism in England, in Scotland, and in Ireland. During this period he came
to know the life histories of young men in all classes. He made himself a great
speaker; he knew how to seize the critical moment, and his modesty, his
refinement, his gentle and generous nature, his manliness, and, above all, his
profound conviction, won for him disciples in every place he visited. His
companions were equally busy in their own lines, and in this way the Free
Church was saved. A development on the lines of Tulloch and Wallace was
impossible for the Free Church. Any change that might take place must conserve
the vigorous evangelical life of which it had been the home. The change did
take place. Robertson Smith, who was by far the first man of the circle, won,
at the sacrifice of his own position, toleration for Biblical criticism, and
proved that an advanced critic might be a convinced and fervent evangelical.
Others did something, each in his own sphere, and it is not too much to say
that the effects have been world-wide. The recent writers of Scottish
fiction--Barrie Crockett, and Ian Maclaren, were all children of the Free
Church, two of them being ministers. In almost every department of theological
science, with perhaps the exception of Church history, Free Churchmen have made
contributions which rank with the most important of the day. It is but bare
justice to say that the younger generation of Free Churchmen have done their
share in claiming that Christianity should rule in all the fields of culture,
that the Incarnation hallows every department of human thought and activity. No
doubt the claim has excited some hostility; at the same time the general public
has rallied in overwhelming numbers to its support, and any book of real power
written in a Christian spirit has now an audience compared with which that of
most secular writers is small.
Even at that time Drummond's evangelism was not
of the ordinary type. When he had completed his studies, after brief intervals
of work elsewhere, he found his professional sphere as lecturer on Natural
Science in the Free Church College at Glasgow. There he came under the spell of
Dr. Marcus Dods, to whom, as he always testified, he owed more than to any
other man. He worked in a mission connected with Dr. Dods' congregation, and
there preached the remarkable series of addresses which were afterwards
published as Natural Law in the Spiritual World. The book appeared in 1883, and
the author would have been quite satisfied with a circulation of l ,000 copies.
In England alone it has sold about 120,000 copies, while the American and
foreign editions are beyond count. There is a natural prejudice against
premature reconciliations between science and religion. Many would say with
Schiller: "Feindschaft sei zwischen euch, noch kommt ein Bundniss zu fruhe:
Forschet beide getrennt, so wird die Wahrheit erkannt." In order to reconcile
science and religion finally you must be prepared to say what is science and
what is religion. Till that is done any synthesis must be premature. and any
book containing it must in due time be superseded. Drummond was not blind to
this, and yet he saw that something had to be done. Evolution was becoming more
than a theory--it was an atmosphere. Through the teaching of evolutionists a
subtle change was passing over morals, politics, and religion. Compromises had
been tried and failed. The division of territory desired by some was found to
be impossible. Drummond did not begin with doctrine and work downwards to
nature. He ran up natural law as far as it would go, and then the doctrine
burst into view. It was contended by the lamented Aubrey Moore that the proper
thing is to begin with doctrine. While Moore would have admitted that science
cannot be defined, that even the problem of evolution is one of which as yet we
hardly know the outlines, he maintained that the first step was to begin with
the theology of the Catholic Church, and that it was impossible to defend
Christianity on the basis of anything less than the whole of the Church's
creed. Drummond did not attempt this. He declined, for example, to consider the
relation of evolution to the Fall and to the Pauline doctrine of redemption.
What he maintained was that, if you begin at the natural laws, you end in the
spiritual laws; and in a series of impressive illustrations he brought out his
facts of science, some of the characteristic doctrines of Calvinism-- brought
them out sternly and undisguisedly. By many of the orthodox he was welcomed as
a champion, but others could not acquiesce in his assumption of evolution, and
regarded him as more dangerous than an open foe. The book was riddled with
criticisms from every side. Drummond himself never replied to these, but he
gave his approval to an anonymous defence which appeared in the
Expositor,1 and it is worth while recalling briefly the main
points. (I) His critics rejected his main position, which was not that the
spiritual laws are analogous to the natural laws, but that they are the same
laws. To this he replied that if he had not shown identity, he had done
nothing, but he admitted that the application of natural law to the spiritual
world had decided and necessary limits, the principle not applying to those
provinces of the spiritual world most remote from human experience. He adhered
to the distinction between nature and grace, but he thought of grace also as
forming part of the divine whole of nature, which is an emanation from the
recesses of the divine wisdom, power and love. (2) His use of the law of
biogenesis was severely attacked alike from the scientific and the religious
side. Even Christian men of science thought he had laid dangerous stress on the
principle omne vivum ex vivo, and declined to say that biogenesis was as
certain as gravitation. They further affirmed, and surely with reason, that the
principle is not essential to faith. From the religious side it was urged that
he had grossly exaggerated the distinction between the spiritual man and the
natural man, and that he ignored the susceptibilities or affinities of the
natural man for spiritual influence. The reply was that he had asserted the
capacity for God very strongly. "The chamber is not only ready to receive the
new life, but the Guest is expected, and till He comes is missed. Till then the
soul longs and yearns, wastes and pines, waving its tentacles piteously in the
empty air, or feeling after God if so be that it may find Him." (3) As for the
charge that he could not reconcile his own statements as to divine efficiency
and human responsibility, it was pointed out that this was only a phase of the
larger difficulty of reconciling the exercise of the divine will with the
freedom of the human will. What he maintained, in common with Augustinian and
Puritan theology, was that in every case of regeneration there is an original
intervention of God. (4) The absence of reference to the Atonement was due to
the fact that the doctrine belonged to a region inaccessible to the new method,
lying in the depths of the Divine Mind, and only to be made known by
revelation. (5) The charge that he taught the annihilation of the unregenerate
was repudiated. The unregenerate had not fulfilled the conditions of eternal
life; but that does not show that they may not exist through eternity, for they
exist at present, although in Mr. Drummond's sense they do not live. There is
no doubt that many of the objections directed against his book applied equally
to every form of what may be called evangelical Calvinism. But I think that the
main impression produced on competent judges was that the volume, though
written with brilliant clearness of thought and imagination, and full of the
Christian spirit, did not give their true place to personality, freedom, and
conscience, terms against which physical science may even be said to direct its
whole artillery, so far as it tries to depersonalise man, but terms in which
the very life of morality and religion is bound up. Perhaps Drummond himself
came ultimately to take this view. In any case, Matthew Arnold's verdict will
stand: "What is certain is that the author of the book has a genuine love of
religion and genuine religious experience."
His lectureship in Glasgow was constituted into a
professor's chair, and he occupied it for the rest of his life. His work gave
him considerable freedom. During a few months of the year he lectured on
geology and botany, giving also scattered discourses on biological problems and
the study of evolution. He had two examinations in the year, the first, which
he called the "stupidity" examination, to test the men's knowledge of common
things, asking such questions as, "Why is grass green?" "Why is the sea salt?"
"Why is the heaven blue?" "What is a leaf?" etc., etc. After this Socratic
inquiry he began his teaching, and examined his students at the end. He taught
in a classroom that was also a museum, always had specimens before him while
lecturing, and introduced his students to the use of scientific instruments,
besides taking them for geological excursions. In his time of leisure he
travelled very widely. He paid three visits to America, and one to Australia.
He also took the journey to Africa commemorated in his brilliant little book,
"Tropical Africa," a work in which his insight, his power of selection, his
keen observation, his fresh style, and his charming personality appear to the
utmost advantage. It was praised on every side, though Mr. Stanley made a
criticism to which Drummond gave an effective and good-humoured retort. During
these journeys and on other occasions at home he continued his work of
evangelism. He addressed himself mainly to students, on whom he had a great
influence, and for years went every week to Edinburgh for the purpose of
delivering Sunday evening religious addresses to University men. He was
invariably followed by crowds, the majority of whom were medical students. He
also, on several occasions, delivered addresses in London to social and
political leaders, the audience including many of the most eminent men of the
time. The substance of these addresses appeared in his famous booklets,
beginning with the "Greatest Thing in the World," and it may be worth while to
say something of their teaching. Mr. Drummond did not begin in the conventional
way. He seemed to do without all that, to common Christianity, is
indispensable. He approached the subject so disinterestedly, with such an
entire disregard of its one presupposition, sin, that many could never get on
common ground with him. He entirely omitted that theology of the Cross which
had been the substance hitherto of evangelistic addresses. Nobody could say
that his gospel was "arterial" or "ensanguined." In the first place, he had,
like Emerson, a profound belief in the powers of the human will. That word of
Spinoza which has been called a text in the scriptures of humanity might have
been his motto. "He who desires to assist other people .... in common
conversations will avoid referring to the vices of men, and will take care only
sparingly to speak of human impotence, while he will talk largely of human
virtue or power, and of the way by which it may be made perfect, so that men
being moved, not by fear or aversion, but by the effect of joy, may endeavour,
as much as they can, to live under the rule of reason." With this sentence may
be coupled its echo in the "Confessions of a Beautiful Soul": "It is so much
the more our duty, not, like the advocate of the evil spirit, always to keep
our eyes fixed upon the nakedness and weakness of our nature, but rather to
seek out all those perfections through which we can make good our claims to a
likeness to God." But along with this went a passionate devotion to Jesus
Christ. Emerson said "The man has never lived who can feed us ever." Drummond
maintained with absolute conviction that Christ could for ever and ever meet
all the needs of the soul. In his criticism of "Ecce Homo," Mr. Gladstone
answered the question whether the Christian preacher is ever justified in
delivering less than a full Gospel. He argued that to go back to the very
beginning of Christianity might be a method eminently suited to the needs of
the present generation. The ship of Christianity was overloaded, not perhaps
for fair weather, but when a gale came the mass strained over to the leeward.
Drummond asked his hearers to go straight into the presence of Christ, not as
He now presents Himself to us bearing in His hand the long roll of His
conquests, but as He offered Himself to the Jew by the Sea of Galilee, or in
the synagogue of Capernaum, or in the temple of Jerusalem. He declined to take
every detail of the Christianity in possession as part of the whole. He denied
that the rejection of the nonessential involved parting with the essential, and
he strove to go straight to the fountain-head itself. Whatever criticisms may
be passed, it will be allowed that few men in the century have done so much to
bring their hearers and readers to the feet of Jesus Christ. It has been said
of Carlyle that the one living ember of the old Puritanism that still burned
vividly in his mind was the belief that honest and true men might find power in
God to alter things for the better. Drummond believed with his whole heart that
men might find power in Christ to change their lives.
He had seven or eight months of the year at his
disposal, and spent very little of them in his beautiful home at Glasgow. He
wandered all over the world, and in genial human intercourse made his way to
the hearts of rich and poor. He was as much at home in addressing a meeting of
working men as in speaking at Grosvenor House. He had fastidious tastes, was
always faultlessly dressed, and could appreciate the surroundings of
civilization. But he could at a moment's notice throw them all off and be
perfectly happy. As a traveller in Africa he cheerfully endured much privation.
He excelled in many sports and was a good shot. In some ways he was like
Lavengro, and I will say that some parts of "Lavengro" would be unintelligible
to me unless I had known Drummond. Although he refused to quarrel, and had a
thoroughly loyal and deeply affectionate nature, he was yet independent of
others. He never married. He never undertook any work to which he did not feel
himself called. Although he had the most tempting offers from editors nothing
would induce him to write unless the subject attracted him, and even then he
was unwilling. Although he had great facility he never presumed upon it. He
wrote brightly and swiftly, and would have made an excellent journalist. But
everything he published was elaborated with the most scrupulous care. I have
never seen manuscripts so carefully revised as his. All he did was apparently
done with ease, but there was immense labour behind it. Although in orders he
neither used the title nor the dress that go with them, but preferred to regard
himself as a layman. He had a deep sense of the value of the Church and its
work, but I think was not himself connected with any Church, and never attended
public worship unless he thought the preacher had some message for him. He
seemed to be invariably in good spirits, and invariably disengaged. He was
always ready for any and every office of friendship. It should be said that,
though few men were more criticised or misconceived, he himself never wrote an
unkind word about any one, never retaliated, never bore malice, and could do
full justice to the abilities and character of his opponents. I have just heard
that he exerted himself privately to secure an important appointment for one of
his most trenchant critics, and was successful.
For years he had been working quietly at his last
and greatest book, "The Ascent of Man." The chapters were first delivered as
the Lowell Lectures in Boston, where they attracted great crowds. The volume
was published in 1894, and though its sale was large, exceeding 20,000 copies,
it did not command his old public. This was due very much to the obstinacy with
which he persisted in selling it at a net price, a proceeding which offended
the booksellers, who had hoped to profit much from its sale. The work is much
the most important he has left us. It was an endeavour, as has been said, to
engraft an evolutionary sociology and ethic upon a biological basis. The
fundamental doctrine of the struggle of life leads to an individualistic system
in which the moral side of nature has no place. Professor Drummond contended
that the currently accepted theory, being based on an exclusive study of the
conditions of nutrition, took account of only half the truth. With nutrition he
associated, as a second factor, the function of reproduction, the struggle for
the life of others, and maintained that this was of co-ordinate rank as a force
in cosmic evolution. Though others had recognised altruism as modifying the
operation of egoism, Mr. Drummond did more. He tried to indicate the place of
altruism as the outcome of those processes whereby the species is multiplied,
and its bearing on the evolution of ethics. He desired, in other words, a
unification of concept, the filling up of great gulfs that had seemed to be
fixed. "If nature be the garment of God, it is woven without seam throughout;
if a revelation of God, it is the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever; if the
expression of His will, there is in it no variableness nor shadow of turning."
After sketching the stages of the process of evolution, physical and ethical,
he develops his central idea in the chapter on the struggle for the life of
others, and then deals with the higher stages of the development of altruism as
a modifying factor. The book was mercilessly criticised, but I believe that no
one has attempted to deny the accuracy and the beauty of his scientific
descriptions. Further, not a few eminent scientific men, like Professor
Gairdner and Professor Macalister, have seen in it at least the germ out of
which much may come. One of its severest critics, Dr. Dallinger, considers that
nature is non-moral, and that religion begins with Christ. No man hath seen God
at any time--this is what nature certifies. The only begotten Son of the
Father, He hath declared Him--this is the message of Christianity. But there
are many religious minds, and some scientific minds, convinced, in spite of all
the difficulties, that natural law must be moral, and very loth to admit a
hopeless dualism between the physical and the moral order of the world. They
say that the whole force of evolution directs our glance forward, and that its
motto is _______ oran.
With the publication of this book Drummond's
career as a public teacher virtually ended. He who had never known an illness,
who apparently had been exempted from care and sorrow, was prostrated by a
painful and mysterious malady. One of his kind physicians, Dr. Freeland
Barbour, informs me that Mr. Drummond suffered from a chronic affection of the
bones. It maimed him greatly. He was laid on his back for more than a year, and
had both arms crippled, so that reading was not a pleasure and writing almost
impossible. For a long time he suffered acute pain. It was then that some who
had greatly misconceived him came to a truer judgement of the man. Those who
had often found the road rough had looked askance at Drummond as a spoiled
child of fortune, ignorant of life's real meaning. But when he was struck down
in his prime, at the very height of his happiness, when there was appointed for
him, to use his own words, "a waste of storm and tumult before he reached the
shore," it seemed as if his sufferings liberated and revealed the forces of his
soul. The spectacle of his long struggle with a mortal disease was something
more than impressive. Those who saw him in his illness saw that, as the
physical life flickered low, the spiritual energy grew. Always gentle and
considerate, he became even more careful, more tender, more thoughtful, more
unselfish. He never in any way complained. His doctors found it very difficult
to get him to talk of his illness. It was strange and painful, but inspiring,
to see his keenness, his mental elasticity, his universal interest. Dr. Barbour
says: "I have never seen pain or weariness, or the being obliged to do nothing
more entirely overcome, treated, in fact, as if they were not. The end came
suddenly from a failure of the heart. Those with him received only a few hours'
warning of his critical condition." It was not like death. He lay on his couch
in the drawing-room, and passed away in his sleep, with the sun shining in and
the birds singing at the open window. There was no sadness nor farewell. It
recalled what he himself said of a friend's death--"putting by the well-worn
tools without a sigh, and expecting elsewhere better work to do."
Henry Drummond
HE had been in many places over the world and
seen strange sights, and taken his share in various works, and, being the man
he was, it came to pass of necessity that he had many friends. Some of them
were street arabs, some were negroes, some were medicals, some were
evangelists, some were scientists, some were theologians, some were nobles.
Between each one and Drummond there was some affinity, and each could tell his
own story about his friend. It will be interesting to hear what Professor
Greenfield or Mr. Moody may have to say; but one man, with profound respect for
such eminent persons, would prefer to have a study of Drummond by Moolu his
African retainer. Drummond believed in Moolu, not because he was "pious"--which
he was not--but because "he did his duty and never told a lie." From the
chief's point of view, Moolu had the final virtue of a clansman--he was loyal
and faithful: his chief, for that expedition, had beyond most men the necessary
endowment of a leader--a magnetic personality. It is understood that Drummond's
life is to be written at large by a friend, in whose capable and wise hands it
will receive full justice; but in the meantime it may not be unbecoming that
one should pay his tribute who has his own qualification for this work of love.
It is not that he is able to appreciate to the full the man's wonderful genius,
or accurately to estimate his contributions to scientific and religious
thought--this will be done by more distinguished friends--but that he knew
Drummond constantly and intimately from boyhood to his death. If one has known
any friend at school and college, and in the greater affairs of life has lived
with him, argued with him, prayed with him, had his sympathy in the supreme
moments of joy and sorrow, has had every experience of friendship except
one--it was not possible to quarrel with Drummond, although you might be the
hottest-tempered Celt on the face of the earth--then he may not understand the
value of his friend's work, but at any rate he understands his friend. As one
who knew Henry Drummond at first hand, my desire is to tell what manner of man
he was, in all honesty and without eulogy. If any one be offended then, let him
believe that I wrote what I have seen, and if any one be incredulous, then I
can only say that he did not know Drummond.
His body was laid to rest a few weeks ago, on a
wet and windy March day, in the most romantic of Scottish cemeteries, and the
funeral, on its way from the home of his boyhood to the Castle Rock of
Stirling, passed the King's Park. It was in that park more than thirty years
ago that I first saw Drummond, and on our first meeting he produced the same
effect as he did all his after-life. The sun was going down behind Ben Lomond,
in the happy summer time, touching with gold the grey old castle, deepening the
green upon the belt of trees which fringed the eastern side of the park, and
filling the park itself with soft, mellow light. A cricket match between two
schools had been going on all day and was coming to an end, and I had gone out
to see the result--being a new arrival in Stirling, and full of curiosity. The
two lads at the wickets were in striking contrast--one heavy, stockish, and
determined, who slogged powerfully and had scored well for his side; the other
nimble, alert, graceful, who had a pretty but uncertain play. The slogger was
forcing the running in order to make up a heavy leeway, and compelled his
partner to run once too often. "It's all right, and you fellows are not to cry
shame"--this was what he said as he joined his friends--"Buchanan is playing
A1, and that hit ought to have been a four; I messed the running." It was good
form, of course, and what any decent lad would want to say, but there was an
accent of gaiety and a certain air which was very taking. Against that group of
clumsy, unformed, awkward Scots lads this bright, straight, living figure stood
in relief, and as he moved about the field my eyes followed him, and in my
boyish and dull mind I had a sense that he was a type by himself, a visitor of
finer breed than those among whom he moved. By-and-by he mounted a friend's
pony and galloped along the racecourse in the park till one only saw a speck of
white in the sunlight, and still I watched in wonder and fascination--only a
boy of thirteen or so, and dull--till he came back, in time to cheer the
slogger who had pulled off the match--with three runs to spare--and carried his
bat.
"Well played, old chap!" the pure, clear, joyous
note rang out on the evening air; "finest thing you've ever done," while the
strong-armed, heavy faced slogger stood still and looked at him in admiration,
and made amends. "I say, Drummond, it was my blame you were run out ...."
Drummond was his name, and some one said "Henry." So I first saw my friend.
What impressed me that pleasant evening in the
days of long ago I can now identify. It was the lad's distinction, an inherent
quality of appearance and manner of character and soul which marked him and
made him solitary. What happened with one strange lad that evening befell all
kinds of people who met Drummond in later years. They were at once arrested,
interested, fascinated by the very sight of the man, and could not take their
eyes off him. Like a picture of the first order among ordinary portraits he
unconsciously put his neighbours at a disadvantage. One did not realize how
commonplace and colourless other men were till they stood side by side with
Drummond. Upon a platform of evangelists, or sitting among divinity students in
a dingy classroom, or cabined in the wooden respectability of an ecclesiastical
court, or standing in a crowd of passengers at a railway station, he suggested
golden embroidery upon hodden grey. It was as if the prince of one's
imagination had dropped in among common folk. He reduced us all to the
peasantry.
Drummond was a handsome man, such as you could
not match in ten days' journey, with delicately cut features, rich auburn hair,
and a certain carriage of nobility, but the distinctive and commanding feature
of his face was his eye. No photograph could do it justice, and very often
photographs have done it injustice, by giving the idea of staringness. His eye
was not bold or fierce; it was tender and merciful. But it had a power and hold
which were little else than irresistible and almost supernatural. When you
talked with Drummond, he did not look at you and out of the window alternately,
as is the usual manner; he never moved his eyes, and gradually their
penetrating gaze seemed to reach and encompass your soul. It was as Plato
imagined it would be in the judgment; one soul was in contact with
another--nothing between. No man could be double, or base, or mean, or impure
before that eye. His influence, more than that of any man I have ever met, was
mesmeric--which means that while other men affect their fellows by speech and
example, he seized one directly by his living personality. As a matter of fact,
he had given much attention to the occult arts, and was at one time a very
successful mesmerist. It will still be remembered by some college companions
how he had one student so entirely under his power that the man would obey him
on the street, and surrender his watch without hesitation; and it was told how
Drummond laid a useful injunction on a boy in a house where he was staying, and
the boy obeyed it so persistently afterwards that Drummond had to write and set
him free. Quite sensible and unromantic people grew uneasy in his presence, and
roused themselves to resistance--as one might do who recognised a magician and
feared his spell.
One sometimes imagines life as a kind of gas of
which our bodies are the vessels, and it is evident that a few are much more
richly charged than their fellows. Most people simply exist completing their
tale of work--not a grain over; doing their measured mile--not an inch beyond;
thinking along the beaten track--never tempted to excursions. Here and there in
the world you come across a person in whom life is exuberant and overflowing, a
force which cannot be tamed or quenched. Drummond was such a one, the most
vital man I ever saw, who never loitered, never wearied, never was
conventional, pedantic, formal, who simply revelled in the fulness of life. He
was so radiant with life that ordinary people showed pallid beside him, and
shrank from him or were attracted and received virtue out of him. Like one
coming in from the light and open air into a stuffy room where a company had
been sitting with closed windows, Drummond burst into bloodless and unhealthy
coteries, bringing with him the very breath of heaven.
He was the evangelist to thoughtful men--over
women he had far less power--and his strength lay in his personality. Without
anecdotes or jokes or sensationalism of doctrine, without eloquence or passion,
he moved young men at his will because his message was life, and he was its
illustration. His words fell one by one with an indescribable awe and
solemnity, in the style of the Gospels, and reached the secret place of the
soul. Nothing more unlike the ordinary evangelistic address could be imagined:
it was so sane, so persuasive, so mystical, so final. It almost followed,
therefore, that he was not the ideal of a popular evangelist who has to address
the multitude, and produce his effect on those who do not think. For his work,
it is necessary--besides earnestness, which is taken for granted --to have a
loud voice, a broad humour, a stout body, a flow of racy anecdote, an easy
negligence of connection, a spice of contempt for culture, and pledges of
identification with the street in dress and accent. His hearers feel that such
a man is homely and is one of themselves, and, amid laughter and tears of
simple human emotion, they are moved by his speech to higher things. This kind
of audience might regard Drummond with respectful admiration, but he was too
fine a gentleman, they would consider, for their homespun. Place him, as he
used to stand and speak, most perfectly dressed both as to body and soul,
before five hundred men of good taste and fine sensibilities, or the same
number of young men not yet cultured but full of intellectual ambitions and
fresh enthusiasm, and no man could state the case for Christ and the soul after
a more spiritual and winsome fashion. Religion is without doubt the better for
the popular evangelist, although there be times when quiet folk think that he
needs chastening; religion also requires in every generation one representative
at least of the higher evangelism, and if any one should ask what manner of man
he ought to be, the answer is to his hand--Henry Drummond.
When one admits, without reserve, that his friend
was not made by nature to be a successful officer of the Salvation Army, it
must not be understood that Drummond was in any sense a superior person, or
that he sniffed in his daintiness at ordinary humanity--a spiritual Matthew
Arnold. It would strain my conscience to bear witness that working people, say,
however much they loved him, were perfectly at home with him, and it is my
conviction, from observation of life, that this is an inevitable disability of
distinction. One may be so well dressed, so good looking, so well mannered, so
spiritually refined that men with soiled clothes and women cleaning the house
may realize their low estate, and miss that freemasonry which at once by a
hundred signs unites them in five minutes with a plainer man. While this may
have been true, the blame was not his, and no man lived who had a more
unaffected interest and keener joy in human life in the home or on the street.
No power could drag him past a Punch-and-Judy show--the ancient, perennial,
ever-delightful theatre of the people--in which, each time of attendance, he
detected new points of interest. He would, in early days, if you please, gaze
steadfastly into a window, in the High Street of Edinburgh, till a little crowd
of men, women, children, and workmen, loafers soldiers, had collected, and join
with much zest in the excited speculations regarding the man--unanimously and
suddenly imagined to have been carried in helpless--how he met with his
accident, where he was hurt, and whether he would recover, listening eagerly to
the explanation of the gathering given by some officious person to the
policeman, and joining heartily in the reproaches levelled at some unknown
deceiver! One of his chosen subjects of investigation, which he pursued with
the zeal and patience of a naturalist, was that ever-interesting species--the
Boy, whom he studied in his various forms and haunts: at home for the holidays,
on the cricket field, playing marbles on the street with a chance acquaintance
while two families wait for their food, or living with many resources and high
enjoyment in a barrel. There was nothing in a boy he did not know, could not
explain, did not sympathize with, and so long as it lasts his name will be
associated with the Boys' Brigade. While any other would only have seen two
revellers in a man and woman singing their devious way along the street at
night, Drummond detected that a wife, who had not been drinking, was luring her
husband home by falling in with his mood and that before it was reached she
might need a friendly hand. His sense of humour was unerring, swift and
masterful. If he came upon a good thing in his reading he would walk a mile to
share it with a friend, and afterwards depart in the strength thereof, and he
has been found in his room exhausted with delight with nothing before him but
one of those Parisian plaster caricatures of a vagabond. Lying on his back in
the pitiable helplessness and constant pain of those last two years, he was
still the same man.
"Don't touch me, please-- I can't shake hands,
but I've saved up a first-rate story for you," and his palate was too delicate
to pass anything second-rate. Partly this was his human joyousness to whom the
absurdities of life were ever dear; partly it was his bravery, who knew that
the sight of him brought so low might be too much for a friend. His patience
and sweetness continued to the end, and he died as one who had tasted the joy
of living and was satisfied.
His nature had, at the same time, a curious
aloofness and separateness from human life, which one felt, but can hardly
describe. He could be severe in speaking about a mean act or one who had done
wickedly, but in my recollection he was never angry, and it was impossible to
imagine him in a towering passion. He was profoundly interested in several
causes, but there was not in him the making of a fanatical or headlong
supporter. None could be more loyal in the private offices of friendship, but
he would not have flung himself into his friend's public quarrel. In no
circumstances would he be carried off his feet by emotion or be consumed by a
white heat of enthusiasm. He was ever calm, cool, self-possessed, master of
himself, passionless in thought, in speech, in action, in soul. Were you in
trouble, he had helped you to his last resource, and concealed, if possible,
his service; but of you, in his sore straits, he would have neither asked nor
wished for aid. Many confidences he must have received; he gave none; many
people must have been succoured by him; none succoured him till his last
illness.
This is at least perfectly certain, that from his
youth he refused to have his life arranged for him, but jealously and
fearlessly directed it by his own instincts, refusing the brown, beaten paths
wherein each man, according to his profession, was content to walk and starting
across the moor on his own way. Nothing can be more conventional than the
career of the average Presbyterian minister who comes from a respectable
religious family, and has the pulpit held up before him as the ambition of a
good Scots lad; who is held in the way thereto by various traditional and
prudential considerations, and better still--as is the case with most honest
lads--by his mother's wishes; who works his laborious, enduring way through the
Divinity Hall, and is yearly examined by the local Presbytery; who at last
emerges into the butterfly life of a Probationer, and is freely mentioned, to
his mother's anxious delight, in connection with "vacancies"; who is at last
chosen by a majority to a pastorate--his mother being amazed at the blindness
of the minority--and settles down to the routine of the ministry in some Scotch
parish with the hope of Glasgow before him as a land of promise. His only
variations in the harmless years might be an outburst on the historical reality
of the Book of Jonah--ah me! Did that stout, middle-aged gentleman ever hint
that Jonah was a drama?--which would be much talked of in the common room, and,
it was whispered, reached the Professor's ears; and afterwards he might propose
a revolutionary motion on the distribution of the Sustentation Fund. Add a
handbook for Bible-classes on the Prophecy of Malachi, and you have summed up
the adventures of his life. This was the life before Drummond when he entered
the University of Edinburgh in 1866, and it ought to be recorded that he died
an ordained minister and Professor of the Kirk, so that he did not disappoint
his home, nor become an ecclesiastical prodigal, but with what amazing
variations did he invest the years between! What order he took his classes in
no one knew, but he found his feet in natural philosophy and made a name in
geology. His course at the New College he completed in three years and one
year, with two years' evangelistic touring between; and he once electrified the
students by a paper--it seems yesterday, and I know where he stood--which owed
much to Holmes and Emerson, but revealed his characteristic spiritual genius.
His vacations he spent sometimes in tutorships, which yielded wonderful
adventures, or at Tubingen, where his name was long remembered. As soon as
Moody came to Edinburgh, Drummond allied himself with the most capable, honest,
and unselfish evangelist of our day, and saw strange chapters in religious life
through the United Kingdom. This was the infirmary in which he learned
spiritual diagnosis. For one summer he was chaplain at Malta, in another he
explored the Rockies; he lived five months among the Tanganyika forests, whence
he sent me a letter dated Central Africa, and mentioning, among other details,
that he had nothing on but a helmet and three mosquitoes. He was for a time
assistant in an Edinburgh church, and readers of the illustrated papers used to
recognise him in the viceregal group at Dublin Castle. His people at home-- one
could trace some of his genius and much of his goodness to his father and
mother--grew anxious and perplexed; for this was a meteoric course for a Free
Kirk minister, and stolid acquaintances--the delicious absurdity of
it--remonstrated with him as one who was allowing the chances of life to pass
him, and urged him to settle. His friends had already concluded that he must be
left free to fulfil himself, but knew not what to expect, when he suddenly
appeared as a lecturer on Natural Science in the Free Church College of
Glasgow, and promptly annexed a working-men's church. Afterwards his
lectureship became a chair, and he held it to the end, although threatened with
charges of heresy and such like absurdities. You might as well have beaten a
spirit with a stick as prosecuted Drummond for heresy. The chair itself was a
standing absurdity, being founded in popular idea to beat back evolution and to
reconcile religion and science; but it gave Drummond an opportunity of widening
the horizon of the future ministry and infusing sweetness into the students'
minds. He may have worn a white tie on Sunday duty at his church, but memory
fails to recall this spectacle, and he consistently refused to be called
Reverend --declaring (this was his fun) that he had no recollection of being
ordained, and that he would never dare to baptize a child. The last time he
preached was about 1882, in my own church, and the outside world did not know
that he was a clergyman. From first to last he was guided by an inner light
which never led him astray, and in the afterglow his whole life is a simple and
perfect harmony.
Were one asked to select Drummond's finest
achievement, he might safely mention the cleansing of student life at Edinburgh
University. When he was an Arts student, life in all the faculties, but
especially the medical, was reckless, coarse, boisterous, and no one was doing
anything to raise its tone. The only visible sign of religion in my remembrance
was a prayer meeting attended by a dozen men--one of whom was a canting
rascal--and countenance from a professor would have given a shock to the
university. Twenty years afterwards six hundred men, largely medicals, met
every Sunday evening for worship and conference under Drummond's presidency,
and every evening the meeting was addressed by tutors and fellows and other
dignitaries. There was a new breath in academic life--men were now reverent,
earnest, clean living and clean thinking, and the reformer who wrought this
change was Drummond. This land, and for that matter the United States, has
hardly a town where men are not doing good work for God and man to-day who have
owed their lives to the Evangel and influence of Henry Drummond.
When one saw the unique and priceless work which
he did, it was inexplicable and very provoking that the religious world should
have cast this man, of all others, out, and have lifted up its voice against
him. Had religion so many men of beautiful and winning life, so many thinkers
of wide range and genuine culture, so many speakers able to move young men by
hundreds towards the Kingdom of God, that she could afford or have the heart to
withdraw her confidence from Drummond? Was there ever such madness and irony
before Heaven as good people lifting up their testimony and writing articles
against this most gracious disciple of the Master, because they did not agree
with him about certain things he said, or some theory he did not teach, while
the world lay round them in unbelief and selfishness, and sorrow and pain?
"What can be done," an eminent evangelist once did me the honour to ask, "to
heal the breach between the religious world and Drummond?" And I dared to reply
that in my poor judgment the first step ought to be for the religious world to
repent of its sins, and make amends to Drummond for its bitterness.
One, of course, remembers that Drummond's critics
had their reasons, and those reasons cast interesting light on his theological
standpoint. For one thing, unlike most evangelists, it was perfectly alien to
this man to insist on repentance, simply because he had not the painful and
overmastering sense of sin which afflicts most religious minds, and gives a
strenuous turn to all their thinking. Each thinker conceives religion according
to his cast of mind and trend of experience, and Christianity to Drummond was
not so much a way of escape from the grip of sin, with its burden of guilt and
loathsome contact, as a way of ethical and spiritual attainment. The question
he was ever answering in his writing and speaking was not how can a man save
his soul, but how can a man save his life. His idea of salvation was rising to
the stature of Christ and sharing His simple, lowly, peaceful life. This was
the text of his brochures on religion, which charmed the world, from "The
Greatest Thing in The World" to "The City Without a Church". It is said even
they gave offence to some ultra-theological minds-- although one would fain
have believed that such persuasive pleas had won all hearts--and I have some
faint remembrance, perhaps a nightmare, that people published replies to the
eulogy of Love. It was quite beside the mark to find fault with the theology in
the little books, because there was none and could be none, since there was
none in the author. Just as there are periods in the development of
Christianity, there are men in every age corresponding to each of the periods--
modern, Reformation, and Mediaeval minds--and what charmed many in Drummond was
this, that he belonged by nature to the pre-theological age. He was in his
habit and thought a Christian of the Gospels, rather than of the Epistles, and
preferred to walk with Jesus in Galilee rather than argue with Judaizers and
Gnostics. It would be a gross injustice to say that he was anti-theological: it
would be correct to say that he was non-theological. Jesus was not to him an
official Redeemer discharging certain obligations: He was his unseen Friend
with Whom he walked in life, by Whose fellowship he was changed, to Whom he
prayed. The effort of life should be to do the Will of God, the strength of
life was Peace, the reward of life was to be like Jesus. Perfect Christianity
was to be as St. John was with Jesus. It was the Idyll of Religion.
Perhaps his two famous books, "Natural Law in the
Spiritual World," and "The Ascent of Man," ought to be judged as larger Idylls.
A writer often fails when he has counted himself strong, and succeeds in that
which he has himself belittled. It was at one time Drummond s opinion that he
had made a discovery in that fascinating debatable land between nature and
religion, and that he was able to prove that the laws which govern the growth
of a plant are the same in essence as those which regulate the culture of a
soul. It appeared to some of us that the same laws could not and did not run
through both provinces, but that on the frontier of the spiritual world other
laws came into operation, and that "Natural Law" set forth with much grace and
ingenuity a number of instructive analogies, and sometimes only suggestive
illustrations. Had Drummond believed this was its furthest scope, he would
never have published the book, and it was an open secret that in later years he
lost all interest in "Natural Law". My own idea is that he had abandoned its
main contention and much of its teaching, and would have been quite willing to
see it withdrawn from the public. While that book was an attempt to identify
the laws of two worlds which, under one suzerain, are really each autonomous,
the "Ascent of Man" was a most successful effort to prove that the spirit of
Religion, which is Altruism, pervades the processes of nature. It is the Poem
of Evolution, and is from beginning to end a fascinating combination of
scientific detail and spiritual imagination. Both books, but especially the
"Ascent," were severely criticised from opposite quarters--by theologians
because the theology was not sound, by men of science because the science was
loose, and Drummond had the misfortune of being a heretic in two provinces. But
he had his reward in the gratitude of thousands neither dogmatic nor partisan,
to whom he has given a new vision of the beauty of life and the graciousness of
law.
His books will do good for years, as they have
done in the past, and his tract on "Charity" will long be read, but the man was
greater than all his writings. While he was competent in science, in religion
he was a master, and if in this sphere he failed anywhere in his thinking, it
was in his treatment of sin. This was the defect of his qualities, for of him,
more than of any man known to me, it could be affirmed he did not know sin. As
Fra Angelico could paint the Holy Angels because he had seen them, but made
poor work of the devils because to him they were strange creatures, so this man
could make holiness so lovely that all men wished to be Christians; but his
hand lost its cunning at the mention of sin, for he had never played the fool.
From his youth up he had kept the commandments, and was such a man as the
Master would have loved. One takes for granted that each man has his besetting
sin, and we could name that of our friends, but Drummond was an exception to
this rule. After a lifetime s intimacy I do not remember my friend's failing.
Without pride, without envy, without selfishness, without vanity, moved only by
goodwill and spiritual ambitions, responsive ever to the touch of God and every
noble impulse, faithful, fearless, magnanimous, Henry Drummond was the most
perfect Christian I have known or expect to see this side the grave.
JOHN WATSON (IAN MACLAREN)
"He was angry, and would not go in."--LUKE
xv. 28.
THE ELDER BROTHER
THOSE who have studied the paintings of Sir
Noel Paton must have observed that part of their peculiar beauty lies, by a
trick of art, in their partial ugliness. There are flowers and birds, knights
and ladies, gossamer-winged fairies and children of seraphic beauty; but in the
corner of the canvas, or just at their feet, some uncouth and loathsome form--a
toad, a lizard, a slimy snail--to lend, by contrast with its repulsiveness, a
lovelier beauty to the rest. So in ancient sculpture the griffin and the dragon
grin among the angel faces on the cathedral front, heightening the surrounding
beauty by their deformity.
Many of the literary situations of the New
Testament powerfully exhibit this species of contrast. The twelve
disciples--one of them is a devil. Jesus upon the Cross, pure and regal--on
either side a thief. And here, as conspicuously, in this fifteenth chapter of
Luke, the most exquisite painting in the Bible touched off at the foot with the
black thundercloud of the elder brother--perfect, as a mere dramatic
situation.
But this conjunction, of course, is more than
artistic. Apart from its reference to the Pharisees, the association of these
two characters--the prodigal and his brother--side by side has a deep moral
significance.
When we look into Sin, not in its theological
aspects, but in its everyday clothes, we find that it divides itself into two
kinds. We find that there are sins of the body and sins of the disposition. Or
more narrowly, sins of the passions, including all forms of lust and
selfishness, and sins of the temper. The prodigal is the instance in the
New Testament of sins of passion; the elder brother, of sins of temper.
One would say, at a first glance, that it was the
younger brother in this picture who was the thundercloud. It was he who had
dimmed all the virtues, and covered himself and his home with shame. And men
have always pointed to the runaway son in contrast with his domestic brother,
as the type of all that is worst in human character. Possibly the estimate is
wrong. Possibly the elder brother is the worse. We judge of sins, as we judge
of most things, by their outward form. We arrange the vices of our neighbours
according to a scale which society has tacitly adopted, placing the more gross
and public at the foot, the slightly less gross higher up, and then by some
strange process the scale becomes obliterated. Finally it vanishes into space,
leaving lengths of itself unexplored, its sins unnamed, unheeded, and
unshunned. But we have no balance to weigh sins. Coarser and finer are but
words of our own. The chances are, if anything, that the finer are the lower.
The very fact that the world sees the coarser sins so well is against the
belief that they are the worst. The subtle and unseen sin, that sin in the part
of the nature most near to the spiritual, ought to be more degrading than any
other. Yet for many of the finer forms of sin society has yet no brand. This
sin of the elder brother is a mere trifle, only a little bit of temper, and
scarcely worthy the recording.
Now what was this little bit of temper? For
Christ saw fit to record it. The elder brother, hard-working, patient,
dutiful-- let him get full credit for his virtues--comes in from his long day's
work in the fields. Every night for years he has plodded home like this,
heavy-limbed but light-hearted, for he has done his duty and honest sweat is on
his brow. But a man's sense of responsibility for his character ends too often
with the day's work. And we always meet the temptation which is to expose us
when we least expect it. To-night, as he nears the old homestead, he hears the
noise of mirth and music. He makes out the strain of a dancing measure--a novel
sound, surely, for the dull farm. "Thy brother is come," the servant says, "and
they have killed the fatted calf." His brother! Happy hour! how long they
mourned for him! How glad the old man would be! How the family prayer has found
him out at last and brought the erring boy to his parents' roof! But no--there
is no joy on that face, it is the thundercloud. "Brother, indeed," he mutters;
"the scapegrace! Killed the fatted calf, have they? More than they ever did for
me. I can teach them what I think of their merry-making. And talk of the reward
of virtue! Here have I been all these years unhonoured and ignored, and this
young roue from the swine-troughs assembles the whole country-side to do
him homage." "And he was angry, and would not go in."
"Oh, the baby!" one inclines to say at first; but
it is more than this. It is the thundercloud, a thundercloud which has been
brewing under all his virtues all his life. It is the thundercloud. The subtle
fluids from a dozen sins have come together for once, and now they are
scorching his soul. Jealousy, anger pride, uncharity, cruelty,
self-righteousness, sulkiness, touchiness, doggedness, all mixed up together
into one--Ill-Temper. This is a fair analysis. Jealousy, anger, pride,
uncharity, cruelty, self-righteousness, sulkiness, touchiness,
doggedness,--these are the staple ingredients of Ill-Temper. And yet, men laugh
over it. "Only temper," they call it: a little hot-headedness, a momentary
ruffling of the surface, a mere passing cloud. But the passing cloud is
composed of drops, and the drops here betoken an ocean, foul and rancorous,
seething somewhere within the life--an ocean made up of jealousy, anger, pride,
uncharity, cruelty, self-righteousness, sulkiness, touchiness, doggedness,
lashed into a raging storm.
This is why temper is significant. It is not in
what it is that its significance lies, but in what it reveals. But for this it
were not worth notice. It is the intermittent fever which tells of
unintermittent disease; the occasional bubble escaping to the surface,
betraying the rottenness underneath; a hastily prepared specimen of the hidden
products of the soul, dropped involuntarily when you are off your guard. In one
word, it is the lightning-form of a dozen hideous and unchristian sins.
One of the first things to startle us--leaving
now mere definition--about sins of temper, is their strange compatibility
with high moral character. The elder brother, without doubt, was a man of
high principle. Years ago, when his father divided unto them his living, he had
the chance to sow his wild oats if he liked. As the elder brother, there fell
to him the larger portion. Now was his time to see the world, to enjoy life,
and break with the monotony of home. Like a dutiful son he chose his career.
The old home should be his world, the old people his society. He would be his
father's right hand, and cheer and comfort his declining years. So to the
servants he became a pattern of industry; to the neighbours an example of
thrift and faithfulness; a model young man to all the country, and the more so
by contrast with his vagabond brother. For association with lofty character is
a painful circumstance of this deformity. And it suggests strange doubts as to
the real virtue of much that is reckoned virtue and gets credit for the name.
In reality we have no criterion for estimating at their true worth men who
figure as models of all the virtues. Everything depends on motive. The virtues
may be real or only apparent, even as the vices may be real though not
apparent. Some men, for instance, are kept from going astray by mere cowardice.
They have not character enough to lose their character. For it often requires a
strong character to go wrong. It demands a certain originality and courage, a
pocketing of pride of which all are not capable, before a man can make up his
mind to fall out of step with Society and scatter his reputation to the winds.
So it comes to pass that many very mean men retain their outward virtue.
Conversely among the prodigal sons of the world are often found characters of
singular beauty. The prodigal, no doubt, was a better man to meet and spend an
hour with than his immaculate brother. A wealth of tenderness and generosity,
truly sweet and noble dispositions, constantly surprise us in characters
hopelessly under the ban of men. But it is an instance of misconception as to
the nature of sin that with most men this counts tor nothing; although in those
whose defalcation is in the lower region it counts, and counts almost for
everything. Many of those who sow to the flesh regard their form of sin as
trifling compared with the inconsistent and unchristian graces of those who
profess to sow to the spirit. Many a man, for example, who thinks nothing of
getting drunk would scorn to do an ungenerous deed or speak a withering word.
And, as already said, it is really a question whether he is not right. One man
sins high up in his nature, the other low down; and the vinous spendthrift, on
the whole may be a better man than the acid Christian. "Verily, I say unto
you," said Jesus to the priests, "the publicans and the harlots go into the
kingdom of God before you."
The fact, then, that there are these two distinct
sets of sins, and that few of us indulge both, but most of us indulge the one
or the other, explains the compatibility of virtuous conduct with much
unloveliness of disposition. Now it is this very association which makes sins
of temper appear so harmless. There cannot be much wrong, we fancy, where there
is so much general good. How often it is urged as an apology for garrulous
people, that they are the soul of kindness if we only knew them better. And how
often it is maintained, as a set-off against crossness and pitiable explosions
of small distempers, that those who exhibit them are, in their normal mood,
above the average in demonstrative tenderness. And it is this which makes the
cure so hard. We excuse the partial failure of our characters on the ground of
their general success. We can afford to be a little bad who are so good. A true
logic would say we can only afford to be a little better. If the fly in
the ointment is a very small fly, why have a very small fly? Temper is the vice
of the virtuous. Christ's sermon on the "Elder brother" is evidently a sermon
pointedly to the virtuous--not to make bad people good but to make good people
perfect.
Passing now from the nature and relations of sins
of this peculiar class, we come briefly to look at their effects. And these are
of two kinds--the influence of temper on the intellect, and on the moral and
religious nature.
With reference to the first, it has sometimes
been taken for granted that a bad temper is a positive acquisition to the
intellect. Its fieriness is supposed to communicate combustion to surrounding
faculties, and to kindle the system into intense and vigorous life. "A man,
when excessively jaded," says Darwin, "will sometimes invent imaginary
offences, and put himself into a passion unconsciously, for the sake of
re-invigorating himself." Now, of course, passion has its legitimate place in
human nature, and when really controlled instead of controlling, becomes the
most powerful stimulus to the intellectual faculties. Thus it is this to which
Luther refers when he says, "I never work better than when I am inspired by
anger. When I am angry, I can write, pray, and preach well; for then my whole
temperament is quickened, my understanding sharpened, and all mundane vexations
and temptations depart."
The point, however, at which temper interferes
with the intellect is in all matters of judgment. A quick temper really
incapacitates for sound judgment. Decisions are struck off at a white heat,
without time to collect grounds or hear explanations. Then it takes a humbler
spirit than most of us possess to reverse them when once they are made. We
ourselves are prejudiced in their favour simply because we have made them, and
subsequent courses must generally do homage to our first precipitancy. No doubt
the elder brother secretly confessed himself a fool the moment after his back
was turned on the door. But he had taken his stand; he had said "I will not go
in," and neither his father's entreaties nor his own sense of the growing
absurdity of the situation--think of the man standing outside his own
door--were able to shake him. Temptation betraying a man into an immature
judgment, that quickly followed by an irrelevant action, and the whole having
to be defended by subsequent conduct, after making such a fuss about it--such
is the natural history on the side of intellect of a sin of temper.
Amongst the scum left behind by such an action,
apart from the consequences to the individual, are results always disastrous to
others. For this is another peculiarity of sins of temper, that their worst
influence is upon others. It is generally, too, the weak who are the sufferers;
for temper is the prerogative of superiors and inferiors, down to the bottom of
the scale, have not only to bear the brunt of the storm, but to sink their own
judgment and spend their lives in ministering to what they know to be caprice.
So their whole training is systematically false, and their own mental habits
become disorganised and ruined. When the young, again, are disciplined by the
iron instead of by the golden rule, the consequences are still more fatal. They
feel that they do not get a fair hearing. Their case is summarily dismissed
untried; and that sort of nursery lynch law to which they are constantly
subjected carries with it no explanation of moral principles, muzzles
legitimate feelings, and really inflicts a punishment infinitely more serious
than is intended, in crushing out all sense of justice.
But it is in their moral and social effects that
the chief evil lies. It is astonishing how large a part of Christ's precepts is
devoted solely to the inculcation of happiness. How much of His life, too, was
spent simply in making people happy! There was no word more often on His lips
than "blessed," and it is recognised by Him as a distinct end in life, the end
for this life, to secure the happiness of others. This simple grace, too, needs
little equipment. Christ had little. One need scarcely even be happy one's
self. Holiness, of course, is a greater word, but we cannot produce that in
others. That is reserved for God Himself, but what is put in our power is
happiness, and for that each man is his brother's keeper. Now society is an
arrangement for producing and sustaining human happiness, and temper is an
agent for thwarting and destroying it. Look at the parable for a moment, and
see how the elder brother's wretched pettishness, explosion of temper,
churlishness, spoiled the happiness of a whole circle. First, it certainly
spoiled his own. How ashamed of himself he must have been when the fit was
over, one can well guess. Yet these things are never so quickly over as they
seem. Self-disgust and humiliation may come at once, but a good deal else
within has to wait till the spirit is tuned again. For instance, prayer must
wait. A man cannot pray till the sourness is out of his soul. He must first
forgive his brother who trespassed against him before he can go to God to have
his own trespasses forgiven.
Then look at the effect on the father, or on the
guests, or even on the servants--that scene outside had cast its miserable
gloom on the entire company. But there was one other who felt it with a tenfold
keenness--the prodigal son. We can imagine the effect on him. This was home,
was it? Then, it was a pity he ever came. If this was to be the sort of thing,
he had better go. Happier a thousand times among the swine than to endure the
boorishness of his self-contained, self-righteous brother. Yes, we drive men
from Christ's door many a time by our sorry entertainment. The Church is not
spiritualized enough yet to entertain the world. We have no spiritual
courtesies. We cultivate our faith and proclaim our hope, but forget that a
greater than these is charity. Till men can say of us, "They suffer long and
are kind, they are not easily provoked, do not behave themselves unseemly, bear
all things, think no evil," we have no chance against the world. One repulsive
Christian will drive away a score of prodigals. God's love for poor sinners is
very wonderful, but God's patience with ill-natured saints is a deeper
mystery.
The worst of the misery caused by ill-temper is
that it does no good. Some misery is beneficial, but this is gratuitous woe.
Nothing in the world causes such rankling, abiding, unnecessary and unblessed
pain. And Christ's words, therefore, when He refers to the breach of the law of
love, are most severe; "If any man offend one of these little ones," He says,
"it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that
he were cast into the depths of the sea." That is to say, it is Christ's
deliberate verdict that it is better not to live than not to love.
In its ultimate nature Distemper is a sin against
love. And however impossible it may be to realize that now, however we may
condone it as a pardonable weakness or small infirmity, there is no
greater sin. A sin against love is a sin against God, for God is love. He that
sinneth against love, sinneth against God.
This tracing of the sin to its root now suggests
this further topic--its cure. Christianity professes to cure anything.
The process may be slow, the discipline may be severe, but it can be done. But
is not temper a constitutional thing? Is it not hereditary, a family failing, a
matter of temperament, and can that be cured? Yes, if there is anything
in Christianity. If there is no provision for that, then Christianity stands
convicted of being unequal to human need. What course then did the father take,
in the case before us, to pacify the angry passions of his ill-natured son?
Mark that he made no attempt in the first instance to reason with him To do so
is a common mistake, and utterly useless both with ourselves and others. We are
perfectly convinced of the puerility of it all, but that does not help us in
the least to mend it. The malady has its seat in the affections, and therefore
the father went there at once. Reason came in its place, and the son was
supplied with valid arguments --stated in the last verse of the
chapter--against his conduct, but he was first plied with love.
"Son," said the father, "thou art ever with me,
and all that I have is thine." Analyse these words, and underneath them you
will find the rallying cries of all great communities. There lie Liberty,
Equality, and Fraternity--the happy symbols with which men have sought to
maintain governments and establish kingdoms. "Son"--there is Liberty. "Thou art
ever with me"--there is Unity, Fraternity. "All that I have is thine" --there
is Equality. If any appeal could rouse a man to give up himself, to abandon
selfish ends, under the strong throb of a common sympathy, it is this formula
of the Christian Republic. Take the last, Equality, alone--"All that I have is
thine." It is absurd to talk of your rights here and your rights there. You
have all rights. "All that I have is thine." There is no room for selfishness
if there is nothing more that one can possess. And God has made the Equality.
God has given us all, and if the memory of His great kindness, His particular
kindness to us, be once moved within, the heart must melt to Him, and flow out
to all mankind as brothers.
It is quite idle, by force of will, to seek to
empty the angry passions out of our life. Who has not made a thousand
resolutions in this direction, only and with unutterable mortification to
behold them dashed to pieces with the first temptation? The soul is to be made
sweet not by taking the acidulous fluids out, but by putting something in--a
great love, God's great love. This is to work a chemical change upon them, to
renovate and regenerate them, to dissolve them in its own rich fragrant
substance. If a man let this into his life, his cure is complete; if not, it is
hopeless.
The character most hard to comprehend in the New
Testament is the unmerciful servant. For his base extravagance his wife and
children were to be sold, and himself imprisoned. He cries for mercy on his
knees, and the 10,000 talents, hopeless and enormous debt, is freely cancelled.
He goes straight from the kind presence of his lord, and, meeting some poor
wretch who owes him a hundred pence, seizes him by the throat and hales him to
the prison-cell, from which he himself had just escaped. How a man can rise
from his knees, where, forgiven much already, he has just been forgiven more,
and go straight from the audience chamber of his God to speak hard words and do
hard things, is all but incredible. This servant truly in wasting his master's
money must have wasted away his own soul. But grant a man any soul at all, love
must follow forgiveness.
Being forgiven much, he must love much,
not as a duty, but as a necessary consequence; he must become a humbler,
tenderer man, generous and brotherly. Rooted and grounded in love, his love
will grow till it embraces the earth. Then only he dimly begins to understand
his father's gift--"All that I have is thine." The world is his: he cannot
injure his own. The ground of benevolence is proprietorship. And all who love
God are the proprietors of the world. The meek inherit the earth-- all that He
has is theirs. All that God has--what is that? Mountain and field, tree and
sky, castle and cottage, white man, black man, genius and dullard, prisoner and
pauper, sick and aged--all these are mine. If noble and happy, I must enjoy
them; if great and beautiful, I must delight in them; if poor and hungry, I
must clothe them; if sick and in prison, I must visit them. For they are all
mine, all these, and all that God has beside, and I must love all and give
myself for all.
Here the theme widens. From Plato to Herbert
Spencer reformers have toiled to frame new schemes of Sociology. There is none
so grand as the Sociology of Jesus. But we have not found out the New Testament
Sociology yet; we have spent the centuries over its theology. Surely man's
relation to God may be held as settled now. It is time to take up the other
problem, man's relation to man. With a former theology, man as man, as a human
being, was of no account. He was a mere theological unit, the x of
doctrine, an unknown quantity. He was taught to believe, therefore, not to
love. Now we are learning slowly that to believe is to love; that the first
commandment is to love God, and the second like unto it--another version
of it--is to love man. Not only the happiness but the efficiency of the passive
virtues, love as a power, as a practical success in the world, is coming to be
recognised. The fact that Christ led no army, that He wrote no book, built no
church, spent no money, but that He loved, and so conquered, this is beginning
to strike men. And Paul's argument is gaining adherents that when all
prophecies are fulfilled, and all our knowledge becomes obsolete, and all
tongues grow unintelligible, this thing, Love, will abide and see them all out
one by one into the oblivious past. This is the hope for the world, that we
shall learn to love, and in learning that, unlearn all anger and wrath and
evil-speaking and malice and bitterness.
And this will indeed be the world's future. This
is heaven. The curtain drops on the story of the prodigal, leaving him
in, but the elder brother out. And why is obvious. It is impossible for
such a man to be in heaven. He would spoil heaven for all who were there.
Except such a man be born again he cannot enter the kingdom of God. To get to
heaven we must take it in with us.
There are many heavens in the world even now from
which we all shut ourselves out by our own exclusiveness--heavens of
friendship, of family life, of Christian work, of benevolent ministrations to
the poor and ignorant and distressed. Because of some personal pique, some
disapproval of methods, because the lines of work or some of the workers are
not exactly to our taste, we play the elder brother, we are angry and will not
go in. This is the naked truth of it, we are simply angry and will not go in.
And this bears, if we could see it, its own worst penalty; for there is no
severer punishment than just to be left outside, perhaps, to grow old alone,
unripe, loveless and unloved. We are angry and will not go in. All sins mar
God's image, but sins of temper mar God's image and God's work and man's
happiness.
"It is expedient for you that I go
away."--JOHN xvi. 7.
A SERMON BEFORE COMMUNION
IT was on a communion night like this that
the words were spoken. They fell upon the disciples like a thunderbolt
startling a summer sky. Three and thirty years He had lived among them. They
had lately learned to love Him. Day after day they had shared together the
sunshine and the storm, and their hearts clung to Him with a strange
tenderness. And just when everything was at its height, when their friendship
was now pledged indissolubly in the first most solemn sacrament, the unexpected
words come, "I must say goodbye; it is expedient for you that I go away." It
was a crushing blow to the little band. They had staked their all upon that
love. They had given up home, business, friends, and promised to follow Him.
And now He says, "I must go!"
Let us see what He means by it. The words may
help us to understand more fully our own relations with Him now that He is
gone.
I. The first thing to strike one is the way Jesus
took to break the news. It was characteristic. His sayings and doings always
came about in the most natural way. Even His profoundest statements of doctrine
were invariably apropos of some often trivial circumstance happening in
the day's round. So now He did not suddenly deliver Himself of the doctrine of
the Ascension. It leaked out as it were in the ordinary course of things.
The supper was over; but the friends had much to
say to one another that night, and they lingered long around the table. They
did not know it was the last supper, never dreamed of it, but there had been an
unusual sweetness in their intercourse and they talked on and on. The hour grew
late, but John still leaned on his Master's breast, and the others, grouped
round in the twilight, drank in the solemn gladness of the communion evening.
Suddenly a shadow falls over this scene. A sinister figure rises stealthily,
takes the bag, and makes for the door unobserved. Jesus calls him: hands him
the sop. The spell is broken. A terrible revulsion of feeling comes over
Him--as if a stab in the dark had struck into His heart. He cannot go on now.
It is useless to try. He cannot keep up the perhaps forced spirits.
"Little children," He says very solemnly, His
voice choking, "yet a little while I am with you." And "Whither I go ye cannot
come."
The hour is late. They think He is getting tired,
He means to retire to rest. But Peter asks straight out, "Lord, whither goest
Thou?" Into the garden? Back to Galilee? It never occurred to one of them that
He meant the Unknown Land.
"Whither I go," He replies a second time, "Ye
cannot follow Me now, but ye shall follow Me afterward." Afterward! The
blow slowly falls. In a dim, bewildering way it begins to dawn upon them. It is
separation.
We can judge of the effect from the next
sentence. "Let not your heart be troubled," He says. He sees their panic and
consternation, and doctrine has to stand aside till experimental religion has
ministered. And then, it is only at intervals that He gets back to it; every
sentence almost is interrupted. Questionings and misgivings are started,
explanations are insisted on, but the terrible truth will not hide. He always
comes back to that--He will not temper its meaning, He still insists that it is
absolute, literal; and finally He states it in its most bare and naked form,
"It is expedient for you that I go away."
II. Notice His reasons for going away. Why did
Jesus go away? We all remember a time when we could not answer that question.
We wished He had stayed, and had been here now. The children's hymn expresses a
real human feeling, and our hearts burn still as we read it:--
"I think, when I
read that sweet story of old,
How Jesus was here among men,
How He called little children as lambs to His fold,
I should like to have been with them then.
I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,
That His arms had been thrown around me,
And that I might have seen His kind look as He said,
`Let the little ones come unto Me.'"
Jesus must have had reasons for
disappointing a human feeling so deep, so universal, and so sacred. We may be
sure, too, that these reasons intimately concern us. He did not go away because
He was tired. It was quite true that He was despised and rejected of men; it
was quite true that the pitiless world hated and spurned and trod on Him. But
that did not drive Him away. It was quite true that He longed for His Father's
house and pined and yearned for His love. But that did not draw Him away. No.
He never thought of Himself. It is expedient for you, He says, not for Me, that
I go.
1. The first reason is one of His own stating. "I
go away to prepare a place for you." And the very naming of this is a
proof of Christ's considerateness. The burning question with every man who
thought about his life in those days was Whither is this life leading? The
present, alas! was dim and inscrutable enough, but the future was a fearful and
unsolved mystery. So Christ put that right before He went away. He gave this
unknown future form and colour. He told us--and it is only because we are so
accustomed to it that we do not wonder more at the magnificence of the
conception--that when our place in this world should know us no more there
would be another place ready for us. We do not know much about that place, but
the best thing we do know, that He prepares it. Eye hath not seen, nor
ear heard, nor hath it entered into the heart of man what the Lord went away to
prepare for them that love Him. It is better to think of this, to let our
thoughts rest on this, that He prepares it, than to fancy details of our
own.
But that does not exhaust the matter. Consider
the alternative. If Christ had not gone away, what then? We should not either.
The circumstances of our future life depended upon Christ's going away to
prepare them; but the fact of our going away at all depended on His going away.
We could not follow Him hereafter, as He said we should, unless He led first.
He had to be the Resurrection and the Life.
And this was part of the preparing a place for
us--the preparing a way for us. He prepared a place for us by the way He took
to prepare a place. It was a very wonderful way.
In a lonely valley in Switzerland a small band of
patriots once marched against an invading force ten times their strength. They
found themselves one day at the head of a narrow pass, confronted by a solid
wall of spears. They made assault after assault, but that bristling line
remained unbroken. Time after time they were driven back decimated with
hopeless slaughter. The forlorn hope rallied for the last time. As they
charged, their leader suddenly advanced before them with outstretched arms, and
every spear for three or four yards of the line was buried in his body. He fell
dead. But he prepared a place for his followers. Through the open breach, over
his dead body, they rushed to victory and won the freedom of their country.
So the Lord Jesus went before His people, the
Captain of our salvation, sheathing the weapons of death and judgment in
Himself, and preparing a place for us with His dead body. Well for us not only
that He went away, but that He went by way of the Cross.
2. Another reason why He went away was to be very
near. It seems a paradox, but He went away really in order to be near. Suppose,
again, He had not gone away; suppose He were here now. Suppose He were still in
the Holy Land, at Jerusalem. Every ship that started for the East would be
crowded with Christian pilgrims. Every train flying through Europe would be
thronged with people going to see Jesus. Every mail-bag would be full of
letters from those in difficulty and trial, and gifts of homage to manifest
men's gratitude and love. You yourself, let us say, are in one of those ships.
The port, when you arrive after the long voyage, is blocked with vessels of
every flag. With much difficulty you land, and join one of the long trains
starting for Jerusalem. Far as the eye can reach, the caravans move over the
desert in an endless stream. You do not mind the scorching sun, the choking
dust, the elbowing crowds, the burning sands. You are in the Holy Land, and you
will see Jesus! Yonder, at last, in the far distance, are the glittering spires
of the Holy Hill, above all the burnished temple dome beneath which He sits.
But what is that dark seething mass stretching for leagues and leagues between
you and the Holy City? They have come from the north and from the south, and
from the east and from the west, as you have, to look upon their Lord. They
wish
"That His hands
might be placed on their head;
That His arms might be thrown around them."
But it cannot be. You have come to see
Jesus, but you will not see Him. They have been there weeks, months, years, and
have not seen Him. They are a yard or two nearer, and that is all. The thing is
impossible. It is an anti-climax, an absurdity. It would be a social outrage;
it would be a physical impossibility.
Now Christ foresaw all this when He said it was
expedient that He should go away. Observe, He did not say it was necessary--it
was expedient. The objection to the opposite plan was simply that it
would not have worked. So He says to you, "It is very kind and earnest of you
to come so far, but you mistake. Go away back from the walls of the Holy City,
over the sea, and you will find Me in your own home. You will find Me where the
shepherds found Me, doing their ordinary work; where the woman of Samaria found
Me, drawing the water for the forenoon meal; where the disciples found Me
mending nets in their working clothes; where Mary found Me, among the
commonplace household duties of a country village." What would religion be,
indeed, if the soul-sick had to take their turn like the out-patients waiting
at the poor-hour outside the infirmary? How would it be with the old who were
too frail to travel to Him, or the poor who could not afford it? How would it
be with the blind, who could not see Him, or the deaf, who could not hear Him?
It would be physically impossible for millions to obey the Lord's command,
"Come unto Me, and I will give you rest."
For their sakes it was expedient that He should
go away. It was a great blessing for the world that He went. Access to Him is
universally complete from every corner of every home in every part of the
world. For the poor can have Him always with them. The soul-sick cannot be out
of reach of the Physician. The blind can see His beauty now that He has gone
away. The deaf hear His voice when all others are silent, and the dumb can pray
when they cannot speak.
Yes the visible Incarnation must of necessity be
brief. Only a small circle could enjoy His actual presence, but a kingdom like
Christianity needed a risen Lord. It was expedient for the whole body of its
subjects that He went away. He would be nearer man by being apparently further.
The limitations of sense subjected Him while He stayed. He was subject to
geography, locality, space, and time. But by going away He was in a spaceless
land, in a timeless eternity, able to be with all men always even unto the end
of the world.
3. Another reason why He went away--although this
is also a paradox--was that we might see Him better. When a friend is
with us we do not really see him so well as when he is away. We only see
points, details. It is like looking at a great mountain: you see it best a
little way off. Clamber up the flanks of Mont Blanc, you see very little--a few
rocks, a pine or two, a blinding waste of snow; but come down into the Valley
of Chamounix and there the monarch dawns upon you in all his majesty.
Christ is the most gigantic figure of history. To
take in His full proportions one must be both near and away. The same is true
of all greatness. Of all great poets, philosophers, politicians, men of
science, it is said that their generation never knew them. They dawn upon us as
time rolls past. Then their life comes out in its true perspective, and the
symmetry of their work is revealed. We never know our friends, likewise, till
we lose them We often never know the beauty of a life which is lived very near
our own till the hand of death has taken it away. It was expedient for us,
therefore, that He should go--that we might see the colossal greatness of His
stature, appreciate the loftiness and massiveness of His whole character, and
feel the perfect beauty and oneness of His life and work.
4. Still another reason. He went away that we
might walk by faith. After all, if He had stayed, with all its
inconveniences, we should have been walking by sight. And this is the very
thing religion is continually trying to undo. The strongest temptation to every
man is to guide himself by what he can see, and feel, and handle. This is the
core of Ritualism, the foundation of Roman Catholicism, the essence of
idolatry. Men want to see God, therefore they make images of Him. We do not
laugh at Ritualism; it is intensely human. It is not so much a sin of
presumption; it is a sin of mistake. It is a trying to undo the going away of
Christ. It is a trying to make believe that He is still here. And the fatal
fallacy of it is that it defeats its own end. He who seeks God in tangible form
misses the very thing he is seeking, for God is a Spirit. The desire burns
within him to see God; the desire is given him to make him spiritual, by giving
him a spiritual exercise to do; and he cheats himself by exercising the flesh
instead of the spirit. Hunger and thirst after God are an endowment to raise us
out of the seen and temporal. But instead of letting the spiritual appetite
elevate us into the spirit, we are apt to degrade the very instrument of our
spiritualisation and make it minister to the flesh.
It was expedient in order that the disciples
should be spiritualized that Jesus should become a Spirit. Life in the body to
all men is short. The mortal dies and puts on immortality. So Christ's great
aim is to strengthen the after-life. Therefore He gave exercises in faith to be
the education for immortality. Therefore Jesus went away to strengthen the
spirit for eternity.
It is not because there is any deep mysterious
value in faith itself that it plays so great a part in religion. It is not
because God arbitrarily chooses that we should walk by faith rather than by
sight. It is because it is essential to our future; it is because this is the
faculty which of all others is absolutely necessary to life in the spirit
For our true life will be lived in the spirit. In
the hereafter there will be nothing carnal. Christ is therefore solicitous to
educate our faith, for sight will be useless. There will be no eye, no pupil,
no retina, no optic nerve in the hereafter, so faith is the spiritual
substitute for them which Christ would develop in us by going away.
5. But the great reason has yet to be mentioned.
He went away that the Comforter might come.
We have seen how His going away was a
provision for the future life. The absent Lord prepares a place there; the
absent Object of faith educates the souls of the faithful to possess and enjoy
it. But He provides for the life that now is. And His going away has to do with
the present as much as with the life to come. One day when Jesus was in Peroea,
a message came to Him that a very dear friend was sick. He lived in a distant
village with his two sisters. They were greatly concerned about their brother's
illness, and had sent in haste for Jesus. Now Jesus loved Mary and Martha and
Lazarus their brother; but He was so situated at the time that He could not go.
Perhaps He was too busy, perhaps He had other similar cases on hand; at all
events He could not go. When He went ultimately, it was too late. Hour after
hour the sisters waited for Him. They could not believe He would not come; but
the slow hours dragged themselves along by the dying man's couch, and he was
dead and laid in the grave before Jesus arrived. You can imagine one of His
thoughts, at least, as He stands and weeps by that grave with the inconsolable
sisters,--"It is expedient that I go away. I should have been present at his
death-bed scene if I had been away. I will depart and send the Comforter. There
will be no summons of sorrow which He will not be able to answer. He will abide
with men for ever. Everywhere He will come and go. He will be like the
noiseless invisible wind, blowing all over the world wheresoever He
listeth."
The doctrine of the Holy Ghost is very simple.
Men stumble over it because they imagine it to be something very mysterious and
unintelligible. But the whole matter lies here. Our text is the key to it. The
Holy Spirit is just what Christ would have been had He been here. He ministers
comfort just as Christ would have done--only without the inconveniences of
circumstance, without the restriction of space, without the limitations of
time. More: we need a personal Christ, but we cannot get Him, at least we
cannot each get Him. So the only alternative is a spiritual Christ,--a Holy
Spirit, and then we can all get Him. He reproves the world of sin, of
righteousness, and of judgment. Christ had to go away to make room for a Person
of the Trinity who could deal with the world. He Himself could only reprove the
individual of sin, of righteousness, and of judgment. But work on a larger
scale is done now that He is gone. This is what He refers to when He said,
"Greater works than these shall ye do."
And yet Christ did not go away that the Spirit
might take His place. Christ is with us Himself. He is with us and yet He is
not with us, that is, He is with us by His Spirit. The Spirit does not reveal
the Spirit. He speaks not of Himself, He reveals Christ. He is the nexus, the
connection between the absent Christ and the world--a spiritual presence which
can penetrate where the present Christ could not go. It was expedient for the
present Christ to go away that the universal Christ might come to all.
Finally, if all this was expedient for us,
this strange relation of Jesus to His people ought to have a startling
influence upon our life. Expediency is a practical thing. It was a terrible
risk going away. Has the expedient which Christ adopted been worth while to you
and me? These three great practical effects at least are obvious.
(1) Christ ought to be as near to us as if He
were still here. Nothing so simplifies the whole religious life as this
thought. A present, personal Christ solves every difficulty, and meets every
requirement of Christian experience. There is a historical Christ, a national
Christ, a theological Christ--we each want Christ. So we have Him. For purposes
of expediency, for a little while, He has become invisible. It is our part to
have Him
"More present to
Faith's vision keen;
Than any other vision seen;
More near, more intimately nigh
Than any other earthly tie."
(2) Then
consider what an incentive to honest faithfulness this is. The kingdom of
Heaven is like a man travelling into a far country. And before he went he
called his servants and gave to every man his work.
Are we doing it faithfully? Are we doing it at
all? The visible eye of the Master is off us. No one inspects our work. Wood,
hay, stubble, no man knows. It is the test of the absent Christ. He is training
us to a kind of faithfulness whose high quality is unattained by any other
earthly means. It was after the Lord was gone that the disciples worked. They
grew fast after this--in vigour, in usefulness, in reliance, in strength of
character. Hitherto they had rested in His love. Did you ever think what a risk
it was for Him to go away? It was a terrible risk--to leave us here all by
ourselves. And yet this was one of His ways of elevating us. There is nothing
exalts a man like confidence put in him. So He went away and let us try
ourselves.
We cannot always sit at the communion table. We
partake of the feast not so much as a luxury, though it is that, but to give us
strength to work. We think our Sabbath services, our prayers, our Bible reading
are our religion. It is not so. We do these things to help us to be religious
in other things. These are the mere meals, and a workman gets no wages for his
meals. It is for the work he does. The value of this communion is not estimated
yet. It will take the coming week to put the value upon it. In itself it counts
little; we shall see what it is, by what we shall be.
Every communicant is left by Christ with a solemn
responsibility. Christ's confidence in us is unspeakably touching. Christ was
sure of us: He felt the world was safe in our hands. He was away, but we would
be Christs to it; the Light of the World was gone, but He would light a
thousand lights, and leave each of us as one to illuminate one corner of its
gloom.
(3) Lastly, He has only gone for a little while.
"Behold, I come quickly." The probation will soon be past. "Be good children
till I come back," He has said, like a mother leaving her little ones, "and I
will come again, and receive you unto Myself, that where I am, ye may be also."
So we wait till He come again--we wait till it is expedient for Him to come
back.
"So I am watching
quietly
Every day.
Whenever the sun shines brightly,
I rise and say;
`Surely it is the shining of His face!'
And when a shadow falls across the window
Of my room
Where I am working my appointed task,
I lift my head to watch the door, and ask
If He is come."
"I
go to my Father."--JOHN xiv. 12.
WRITTENAFTER THE DEATH OF A FRIEND
You can unlock a man's whole life if you
watch what words he uses most. We have each a small set of words, which,
though we are scarce aware of it, we always work with, and which really express
all that we mean by life, or have found out of it. For such words embalm the
past for us. They have become ours by a natural selection throughout our career
of all that is richest and deepest in our experience. So our vocabulary is our
history, and our favourite words are ourselves.
Did you ever notice Christ's favourite words? If
you have you must have been struck by two things--their simplicity and their
fewness. Some half-dozen words embalm all his theology and these are, without
exception, humble, elementary, simple monosyllables. They are such words as
these-- world, life, trust, love.
But none of these was the greatest word of
Christ. His great word was new to religion. There was no word there, when He
came, rich enough to carry the new truth He was bringing to men. So He imported
into religion one of the grandest words of human language, and transfigured it,
and gave it back to the world illuminated and transformed, as the watchword of
the new religion. That word was Father.
The world's obligation to the Lord Jesus is that
He gave us that word. We should never have thought of it-- if we had, we should
never have dared to say it. It is a pure revelation. Surely it is the most
touching sight of the world's past to see God's only begotten Son coming down
from heaven to try to teach the stammering dumb inhabitants of this poor planet
to say, "Our Father."
It is that word which has gathered the great
family of God together; and when we come face to face with the real, the solid,
and the moving in our religion, it is to find all its complexity resolvable
into this simplicity, that God, whom others call King Eternal, Infinite
Jehovah, is, after all, our Father, and we are His children.
This, after all, is religion. And to live daily
in this simplicity, is to live like Christ.
It takes a great deal to succeed as a
Christian--such a great deal, that not many do succeed. And the great reason
for want of success is the want of a central word. Men will copy anything
rather than a principle. A relationship is always harder to follow than a fact.
We study the details of Christ's actions, the point of this miracle and of
that, the circumferential truth of this parable and of that, but to copy
details is not to copy Christ. To live greatly like Christ is not to agonize
daily over details, to make anxious comparisons with what we do and what
He did, but a much more simple thing. It is to re-echo Christ's word. It
is to have that calm, patient, assured spirit, which reduces life simply to
this--a going to the Father.
Not one man in a hundred, probably, has a central
word in his Christian life; and the consequence is this, that there is probably
nothing in the world so disorderly and slipshod as personal spiritual
experience. With most of us it is a thing without stability or permanence, it
is changed by every trifle we meet, by each new mood or thought. It is a series
of disconnected approaches to God, a disorderly succession of religious
impulses, an irregulation of conduct, now on this principle, now on that, one
day because we read something in a book, the next because it was contradicted
in another. And when circumstances lead us really to examine ourselves,
everything is indefinite, hazy, unsatisfactory, and all that we have for the
Christian life are the shreds perhaps of the last few Sabbaths' sermons and a
few borrowed patches from other people's experience. So we live in perpetual
spiritual oscillation and confusion, and we are almost glad to let any friend
or any book upset the most cherished thought we have.
Now the thing which steadied Christ's life was
the thought that He was going to His Father. This one thing gave it unity, and
harmony, and success. During His whole life He never forgot His Word for a
moment. There is no sermon of His where it does not occur; there is no prayer,
however brief, where it is missed. In that first memorable sentence of His,
which breaks the solemn spell of history and makes one word resound through
thirty silent years, the one word is this; and all through the after years of
toil and travail "the Great Name" was always hovering on His lips, or bursting
out of His heart. In its beginning and in its end, from the early time when He
spoke of His Father's business till He finished the work that was given Him to
do, His life, disrobed of all circumstance, was simply this, "I go to My
Father."
If we take this principle into our own lives, we
shall find its influence tell upon us in three ways:
I. It explains Life.
II. It sustains Life.
III. It completes Life.
I. It explains Life. Few men, I suppose, do not
feel that life needs explaining. We think we see through some things in it--
partially; but most of it, even to the wisest mind, is enigmatic. Those who
know it best are the most bewildered by it, and they who stand upon the mere
rim of the vortex confess that even for them it is overspread with cloud and
shadow. What is my life? whither do I go? whence do I come? these are the
questions which are not worn down yet, although the whole world has handled
them.
To these questions there are but three
answers--one by the poet, the other by the atheist, the third by the
Christian.
(a) The poet tells us, and philosophy says
the same, only less intelligibly, that life is a sleep, a dream, a shadow. It
is a vapour that appeareth for a little and vanisheth away; a meteor hovering
for a moment between two unknown eternities; bubbles, which form and burst upon
the river of time. This philosophy explains nothing. It is a taking refuge in
mystery. Whither am I going? Virtually the poet answers, "I am going to the
Unknown."
(b) The atheist's answer is just the
opposite. He knows no unknown. He understands all, for there is nothing more
than we can see or feel. Life is what matter is, the soul is phosphorus.
Whither am I going? "I go to dust," he says; "death ends all." And this
explains nothing. It is worse than mystery. It is contradiction. It is utter
darkness.
(c) But the Christian's answer explains
something. Where is he going? "I go to my Father." This is not a definition of
his death--there is no death in Christianity; it is a definition of the
Christian life. All the time it is a going to the Father. Some travel swiftly,
some are long upon the road, some meet many pleasant adventures by the way,
others pass through fire and peril; but though the path be short or winding,
and though the pace be quick or slow, it is a going to the Father.
Now this explains life. It explains the two
things in life which are most inexplicable. For one thing, it explains why
there is more pain in the world than pleasure. God knows, although we scarce
do, there is something better than pleasure--progress. Pleasure, mere pleasure,
is animal. He gives that to the butterfly. But progress is the law of life to
the immortal. So God has arranged our life as progress, and its working
principle is evolution. Not that there is no pleasure in it. The Father is too
good to His children for that. But the shadows are all shot through it, for He
fears lest we should forget there is anything more. Yes, God is too good to
leave His children without indulgences, without far more than we deserve; but
He is too good to let them spoil us. Our pleasures therefore are mere
entertainments. We are entertained like passing guests at the inns on
the roadside. Yet after even the choicest meals we dare not linger. We must
take the pilgrim's staff again and go on our way to the Father.
Sooner or later we find out that life is not a
holiday, but a discipline. Earlier or later we all discover that the world is
not a playground. It is quite clear God means it for a school. The moment we
forget that, the puzzle of life begins. We try to play in school; the Master
does not mind that so much for its own sake, for He likes to see His children
happy, but in our playing we neglect our lessons. We do not see how much there
is to learn, and we do not care. But our Master cares. He has a perfectly
overpowering and inexplicable solicitude for our education; and because He
loves us, He comes into the school sometimes and speaks to us. He may speak
very softly and gently, or very loudly. Sometimes a look is enough, and we
understand it, like Peter, and go out at once and weep bitterly. Sometimes the
voice is like a thunderclap startling a summer night. But one thing we may be
sure of: the task He sets us to is never measured by our delinquency. The
discipline may seem far less than our desert, or even to our eye ten times
more. But it is not measured by these--it is measured by God's solicitude for
our progress; measured solely by God's love; measured solely that the scholar
may be better educated when he arrives at his Father. The discipline of life is
a preparation for meeting the Father. When we arrive there to behold His
beauty, we must have the educated eye; and that must be trained here. We must
become so pure in heart--and it needs much practice--that we shall see God.
That explains life-- why God puts man in the crucible and makes him pure by
fire.
When we see Him, we must speak to Him. We have
that language to learn. And that is perhaps why God makes us pray so much. Then
we are to walk with Him in white. Our sanctification is a putting on this
white. But there has to be much disrobing first; much putting off of filthy
rags. This is why God makes man's beauty to consume away like the moth. He
takes away the moth's wings, and gives the angel's, and man goes the quicker
and the lovelier to the Father.
It is quite true, indeed, besides all this, that
sometimes shadow falls more directly from definite sin. But even then its
explanation is the same. We lose our way, perhaps, on the way to the Father.
The road is rough, and we choose the way with the flowers beside it, instead of
the path of thorns. Often and often thus, purposely or carelessly, we lose the
way. So the Lord Jesus has to come and look for us. And He may have to lead us
through desert and danger, before we regain the road --before we are as we
were--and the voice says to us sadly once more, "This is the way to the
Father."
The other thing which this truth explains is, why
there is so much that is unexplained. After we have explained all, there is
much left. All our knowledge, it is said, is but different degrees of darkness.
But we know why we do not know why. It is because we are going to our
Father. We are only going: we are not there yet. Therefore patience. "What I do
thou knowest not now, but thou shalt know. Hereafter, thou shalt know."
Hereafter, because the chief joy of life is to have something to look forward
to. But, hereafter, for a deeper reason. Knowledge is only given for action.
Knowing only exists for doing: and already nearly all men know to do more than
they do do. So, till we do all that we know, God retains the balance till we
can use it. In the larger life of the hereafter, more shall be given,
proportionate to the vaster sphere and the more ardent energies.
Necessarily, therefore, much of life is still
twilight. But our perfect refuge is to anticipate a little and go in thought to
our Father, and, like children tired out with efforts to put together the
disturbed pieces of a puzzle, wait to take the fragments to our Father.
And yet, even that fails sometimes. He seems to
hide from us and the way is lost indeed. The footsteps which went before us up
till then cease, and we are left in the chill, dark night alone. If we could
only see the road, we should know it went to the Father. But we cannot say we
are going to the Father; we can only say we would like to go. "Lord," we
cry, "we know not whither thou goest, and how can we know the way?" "Whither I
go," is the inexplicable answer, "ye know not now." Well is it for those who at
such times are near enough to catch the rest: "But ye shall know hereafter."
II. Secondly, and in a few words, this sustains
Life.
A year or two ago some of the greatest and
choicest minds of this country laboured, in the pages of one of our magazines,
to answer the question, "Is Life worth living?" It was a triumph for religion,
some thought, that the keenest intellects of the nineteenth century should be
stirred with themes like this. It was not so; it was the surest proof of the
utter heathenism of our age. Is Life worth living? As well ask, Is air worth
breathing? The real question is this--taking the definition of life here
suggested--Is it worth while going to the Father?
Yet we can understand the question. On any other
definition we can understand it. On any other definition life is very far from
being worth living. Without that, life is worse than an enigma; it is an
inquisition. Life is either a discipline, or a most horrid cruelty. Man's best
aims here are persistently thwarted, his purest aspirations degraded, his
intellect systematically insulted, his spirit of inquiry is crushed, his love
mocked, and his hope stultified. There is no solution whatever to life without
this; there is nothing to sustain either mind or soul amid its terrible mystery
but this; there is nothing even to account for mind and soul. And it will
always be a standing miracle that men of powerful intellect who survey life,
who feel its pathos and bitterness, and are shut up all the time by their
beliefs to impenetrable darkness--I say it will always be a standing miracle
how such men, with the terrible unsolved problems all around them, can keep
reason from reeling and tottering from its throne. If life is not a going to
the Father, it is not only not worth living, it is an insult to the living; and
it is one of the strangest mysteries how men who are large enough in one
direction to ask that question, and too limited in another to answer it, should
voluntarily continue to live at all.
There is nothing to sustain life but this
thought. And it does sustain life. Take even an extreme case, and you will see
how. Take the darkest, saddest, most pathetic life of the world's history. That
was Jesus Christ's. See what this truth practically was to Him. It gave
Him a life of absolute composure in a career of most tragic trials.
You have noticed often, and it is inexpressibly
touching, how as His life narrows, and troubles thicken around Him, He leans
more and more upon this. And when the last days draw near --as the memorable
chapters in John reveal them to us-- with what clinging tenderness He alludes
in almost every second sentence to "My Father." There is a wistful eagerness in
these closing words which is strangely melting--like one ending a letter at sea
when land is coming into sight.
This is the Christian's only stay in life. It
provides rest for his soul, work for his character, an object, an inconceivably
sublime object, for his ambition. It does not stagger him to be a stranger
here, to feel the world passing away. The Christian is like the pearl-diver,
who is out of the sunshine for a little, spending his short day amid rocks and
weeds and dangers at the bottom of the ocean. Does he desire to spend his life
there? No, but his Master does. Is his life there? No, his life is up above. A
communication is open to the surface, and the fresh pure life comes down to him
from God. Is he not wasting time there? He is gathering pearls for his Master's
crown. Will he always stay there? When the last pearl is gathered, the "Come up
higher" will beckon him away, and the weights which kept him down will become
an exceeding weight of glory, and he will go, he and those he brings with him,
to his Father.
He feels, to change the metaphor, like a man in
training for a race. It is months off still, but it is nearer him than
to-morrow, nearer than anything else. Great things are always near things. So
he lives in his future. Ask him why this deliberate abstinence from luxury in
eating and drinking. "He is keeping his life," he says. Why this self-denial,
this separation from worldliness, this change to a quiet life from revelries
far into the night? "He is keeping his life." He cannot have both the future
and the present; and he knows that every regulated hour, and every temptation
scorned and set aside, is adding a nobler tissue to his frame and keeping his
life for the prize that is to come.
Trial to the Christian is training for eternity,
and he is perfectly contented; for he knows that "he who loveth his life in
this world shall lose it-- but he that hateth his life in this world shall keep
it unto life eternal." He is keeping his life till he gets to the Father.
III. Lastly, in a word, this completes life.
Life has been defined as a going to the Father.
It is quite clear that there must come a time in the history of all those who
live this life when they reach the Father. This is the most glorious moment of
life. Angels attend at it. Those on the other side must hail the completing of
another soul with ineffable rapture. When they are yet a great way off, the
Father runs and falls on their neck and kisses them.
On this side we call that Death. It means
reaching the Father. It is not departure, it is arrival; not sleep, but waking.
For life to those who live like Christ is not a funeral procession. It is a
triumphal march to the Father. And the entry at the last in God's own chariot
is the best hour of all. No, as we watch a life which is going to the Father,
we cannot think of night, of gloom, of dusk and sunset. It is life which is the
night, and Death is sunrise.
"Pray moderately," says an old saint, "for the
lives of Christ's people." Pray moderately. We may want them on our
side, he means. but Christ may need them on His. He has seen them a great way
off, and set His heart upon them, and asked the Father to make them come
quickly. "I will," He says, "that such an one should be with Me where I am." So
it is better that they should go to the Father.
These words have a different emphasis to
different persons. There are three classes to whom they come home with a
peculiar emphasis:--
1. They speak to those who are staying away from
God. "I do not wonder at what men suffer," says Ruskin, "I wonder often at what
they lose." My fellow pilgrim, you do not know what you are losing by not going
to the Father. You live in an appalling mystery. You have nothing to explain
your life, nor to sustain it; no boundary line on the dim horizon to complete
it. When life is done you are going to leap into the dark. You will cross the
dark river and land on the further shore alone. No one will greet you. You and
the Inhabitant of Eternity will be strangers. Will you not to-day arise and go
to your Father?
2. They speak, next, to all God's people. Let us
remember that we are going to the Father. Even now are we the sons of God. Oh,
let us live like it--more simple, uncomplaining, useful, separate--joyful as
those who march with music, yet sober as those who are to company with Christ.
The road is heavy, high road and low road, but we shall soon be home. God grant
us a sure arrival in our Father's house.
3. And this voice whispers yet one more message
to the mourning. Did Death end all? Is it well with the child? It is well. The
last inn by the roadside has been passed--that is all, and a voice called to
us. "Good-bye! I go to my Father."
"They said, He is beside Himself,"--MARK iii.
21.
THE most pathetic life in the history of the
world is the life of the Lord Jesus. Those who study it find out, every day, a
fresh sorrow. Before He came it was already foretold that He would be
acquainted with grief, but no imagination has ever conceived the darkness of
the reality.
It began with one of the bitterest kinds of
sorrow--the sorrow of an enforced silence. For thirty years He saw, but dared
not act. The wrongs He came to redress were there. The hollowest religion ever
known--a mere piece of acting--was being palmed off around Him on every side as
the religion of the living God. He saw the poor trodden upon, the sick
untended, the widow unavenged, His Father's people scattered, His truth
misrepresented, and the whole earth filled with hypocrisy and violence. He saw
this, grew up amongst it, knew how to cure it. Yet He was dumb, He opened not
His mouth. How He held in His breaking spirit, till the slow years dragged
themselves done, it is impossible to comprehend.
Then came the public life, the necessity to
breathe its atmosphere: the temptation, the contradiction of sinners, the
insults of the Pharisees, the attempts on his life, the dulness of His
disciples, the Jews' rejection of Him, the apparent failure of His cause,
Gethsemane, Calvary. Yet these were but the more marked shades in the darkness
which blackened the whole path of the Man of Sorrows.
But we are confronted here with an episode in His
life which is not included in any of these-- an episode which had a bitterness
all its own, and such as has fallen to the lot of few to know. It was not the
way the world treated Him; it was not the Pharisees; it was not something which
came from His enemies; it was something His friends did. When He left the
carpenter's shop and went out into the wider life, His friends were watching
Him. For some time back they had remarked a certain strangeness in His manner.
He had always been strange among His brothers, but now this was growing upon
Him. He had said much stranger things of late, made many strange plans, gone
away on curious errands to strange places. What did it mean? Where was it to
end? Were the family to be responsible for all this eccentricity? One sad day
it culminated. It was quite clear to them now. He was not responsible for what
He was doing. It was His mind, alas! that had become affected. He was beside
Himself. In plain English, He was mad!
An awful thing to say when it is true, a more
awful thing when it is not; a more awful thing still when the accusation comes
from those we love, from those who know us best. It was the voice of no enemy,
it came from His own home. It was His own mother, perhaps, and His brethren,
who pointed this terrible finger at Him; apologising for Him, entreating the
people never to mind Him, He was beside Himself--He was mad.
There should have been one spot surely upon God's
earth for the Son of Man to lay His head--one roof, at least, in Nazareth, with
mother's ministering hand and sister's love for the weary Worker. But His very
home is closed to Him. He has to endure the furtive glances of eyes which once
loved Him, the household watching Him and whispering one to another, the cruel
suspicion, the laying hands upon Him, hands which were once kind to Him, and
finally, the overwhelming announcement of the verdict of His family, "He is
beside Himself." Truly He came to His own, and His own received Him not.
What makes it seemly to dig up this harrowing
memory today, and emphasize a thought which we cannot but feel lies on the
borderland of blasphemy? Because the significance of that scene is still
intense. It has a peculiar lesson for us who are to profess ourselves followers
of Christ--a lesson in the counting of the cost. Christ's life, from first to
last, was a dramatized parable--too short and too significant to allow even a
scene which well might rest in solemn shadow to pass by unimproved.
I. Observe, from the world's standpoint, the
charge is true. It is useless to denounce this as a libel, a bitter,
blasphemous calumny. It is not so--it is true. There was no alternative. Either
He was the Christ, the Son of the living God, or He was beside Himself. A holy
life is always a phenomenon. The world knoweth it not. It is either
supernatural or morbid.
For what is being beside oneself? What is
madness? It is eccentricity--ec-centr-icity--having a different centre from
other people. Here is a man, for instance, who devotes his life to collecting
objects of antiquarian interest, old coins perhaps, or old editions of books.
His centre is odd, his life revolves in an orbit of his own. Therefore, his
friends say, he is eccentric. Or here is an engine with many moving wheels,
large and small, cogged and plain, but each revolving upon a central axis, and
describing a perfect circle. But at one side there is one small wheel which
does not turn in a circle. Its motion is different from all the rest, and the
changing curve it describes is unlike any ordinary line of the mathematician.
The engineer tells you that this is the eccentric, because it has a
peculiar centre.
Now when Jesus Christ came among men He found
them nearly all revolving in one circle. There was but one centre to human
life--self. Man's chief end was to glorify himself and enjoy himself for ever.
Then, as now, by the all but unanimous concensus of the people, this present
world was sanctioned as the legitimate object of all human interest and
enterprise. By the whole gravitation of society, Jesus--as a man--must have
been drawn to the very verge of this vast vortex of self-indulgence, personal
ease and pleasure, which had sucked in the populations of the world since time
began. But He stepped back. He refused absolutely to be attracted. He put
everything out of His life that had even a temptation in it to the world's
centre. He humbled Himself--there is no place in the world's vortex for
humbleness; He became of no reputation--nor for namelessness. He emptied
Himself--gravitation cannot act on emptiness. So the prince of this world came,
but found nothing in Him. He found nothing, because the true centre of that
life was not to be seen. It was with God. The unseen and the eternal moved Him.
He did not seek His own happiness, but that of others. He went about doing
good. His object in going about was not gain, but to do good.
Now all this was very eccentric. It was living on
new lines altogether. He did God's will. He pleased not Himself. His centre was
to one side of self. He was beside Himself. From the world's view-point it was
simply madness.
Think of this idea of His, for instance, of
starting out into life with so quixotic an idea as that of doing good; the
simplicity of the expectation that the world ever would become good; this
irrational talk about meat to eat that they knew not of, about living water;
these extraordinary beatitudes predicating sources of happiness which had never
been heard of; these paradoxical utterances of which He was so fond, such as
that the way to find life was to lose it, and to lose life in this world was to
keep it to life eternal. What could these be but mere hallucination and
dreaming! It was inevitable that men should laugh and sneer at Him. He was
unusual. He would not go with the multitude. And men were expected to go with
the multitude. What the multitude thought, said, and did, were the right things
to have thought, said, and done. And if any One thought, said, or did
differently, his folly be on his own head, he was beside himself, he was
mad.
II. Every man who lives like Christ produces
the same reaction upon the world. This is an inevitable consequence. What
men said of Him, if we are true to Him, they will say of you and me. The
servant is not above his master. If they have persecuted Me, they will also
persecute you. A Christian must be different from other people. Time has not
changed the essential difference between the spirit of the world and the spirit
of Christ. They are radically and eternally different. And from the world's
standpoint still Christianity is eccentricity. For what, again, is
Christianity? It is the projection into the world of these lines along which
Christ lived. It is a duplicating in modern life of the spirit, the method, and
the aims of Jesus, a following through the world the very footprints He left
behind. And if these footprints were at right angles to the broad beaten track
the world went along in His day, they will be so still. It is useless to say
the distinction has broken down. These two roads are still at right angles. The
day may be, when the path of righteousness shall be the glorious highway for
all the earth. But it is not now. Christ did not expect it would be so. He made
provision for the very opposite. He prepared His Church beforehand for the
reception it would get in the world. He gave no hope that it would be an
agreeable one. Light must conflict with darkness, truth with error. There is no
sanctioned place in the world as yet for a life with God as its goal, and
self-denial as its principle. Meekness must be victimized; spirituality must be
misunderstood; true religion must be burlesqued. Holiness must make a strong
ferment and reaction in family or community, office or workshop, wherever it is
introduced. "Think not that I am come to send peace on earth, I came not to
send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his
father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter-in-law against
her mother-in-law, and a man's foes (He might well say it) shall be they of his
own household."
True religion is no milk-and-water experience. It
is a fire. It is a sword. It is a burning, consuming heat, which must radiate
upon everything around. The change to the Christlike Life is so remarkable that
when one really undergoes it, he cannot find words in common use by which he
can describe its revolutionary character. He has to recall the very striking
phrases of the New Testament, which once seemed such exaggerations:--"A new
man, a new creature; a new heart; a new birth." His
very life has been taken down and re-crystallised round the new centre. He has
been born again.
The impression his friends receive from him now
is the impression of eccentricity. The change is bound to strike them, for it
is radical, central. They will call in unworthy motives to account for the
difference. They will say it is a mere temporary fit, and will pass away. They
will say he has shown a weakness which they did not expect from him, and try to
banter him out of his novel views and stricter life. This, in its mildest form,
is the modern equivalent of "He is beside himself." And it cannot be helped. It
is the legitimate reproach of the Cross. The words are hard, but not new. Has
it not come down that long line of whom the world was not worthy? Its history,
alas! is well known. It fell on the first Christians in a painful and even
vulgar form.
The little Church had just begun to live. The
disciples stood after the great day of Pentecost contemplating that first
triumph of Christ's cause with unbounded joy. At last an impression had been
made upon the world. The enterprise was going to succeed, and the whole earth
would fill with God's glory. They little calculated that the impression they
made on the world was the impression of their own ridiculousness. "What meaneth
this?" the people asked. "It means," the disciples would have said, "that the
Holy Ghost, who was to come in His name, is here, that God's grace is stirring
the hearts of men and moving them to repent." The people had a different
answer. "These men," was the coarse reply, "are full of new wine." Not mad this
time--they are intoxicated!
Time passed, and Paul tells us the charge was
laid at his door. He had made that great speech in the hall of the Caesarean
palace before Agrippa and Festus. He told them of the grace of God in his
conversion, and closed with an eloquent confession of his Lord. What impression
had he made upon his audience? The impression of a madman. "As he thus spake
for himself, Festus said with a loud voice, `Paul, thou art beside thyself,
much learning hath made thee mad.'" Poor Paul! How you feel for him when the
cruel blow was struck. But there was no answer to it. From their view-point it
was perfectly true. And so it has been with all saints to the present hour. It
matters not if they speak like Paul the words of soberness. It matters not if
they are men of burning zeal like Xavier and Whitfield, men of calm spirit like
Tersteegen and a Kempis, men of learning like Augustine, or of ordinary gifts
like Wesley--the effect of all saintly lives upon the world is the same. They
are to the Jews a stumbling-block and to the Greeks foolishness.
It is not simply working Christianity that is an
offence. The whole spiritual life, to the natural man, is an eccentric thing.
Take such a manifestation, for instance, as Prayer. The scientific men of the
day have examined it and pronounced it hallucination. Or take Public Prayer. A
congregation of people with bowed heads, shut eyes, hushed voices, invoking,
confessing, pleading, entreating One who, though not seen, is said to see, who,
speaking not, is said to answer. There is no other name for this incantation
from the world's standpoint than eccentricity, delusion, madness. We are not
ashamed of the terms. They are the guarantee of quality. And all high quality
in the world is subject to the same reproach. For we are discussing a universal
principle. It applies to inventors, to discoverers, to philosophers, to poets,
to all men who have been better or higher than their time. These men are never
understood by their contemporaries. And if there are martyrs of science, the
centres of science being in this world, seen, demonstrated, known, how much
more must there be martyrs for religion whose centre is beyond the reach of
earthly eye?
III. It follows from this, that the more
active religion is, the more unpopular it must be.
Christ's religion did not trouble His friends at
first. For thirty years, at all events, they were content to put up with it.
But as it grew in intensity they lost patience. When He called the twelve
disciples, they gave Him up. His work went on, the world said nothing for some
time. But as His career became aberrant more and more, the family feeling
spread, gained universal ground. Even the most beautiful and tender words He
uttered were quoted in evidence of His state. For John tells us that after that
exquisite discourse in the tenth chapter about the Good Shepherd, there was a
division among the Jews for these sayings: "And many of them said, He hath a
devil and is mad. Why hear ye Him?" It seemed utter raving.
Have you ever noticed--and there is nothing more
touching in history--how Christ's path narrowed?
The first great active period is called in books
The year of public favour. On the whole it was a year of triumph. The world
received Him for a time. Vast crowds followed Him. The Baptist's audience left
him and gathered round the new voice. Palestine rang with the name of Jesus.
Noblemen, rulers, rabbis, vied with one another in entertaining Him. But the
excitement died down suddenly and soon.
The next year is called The year of opposition.
The applause was over. The crowds thinned. On every hand He was obstructed. The
Sadducees left Him. The Pharisees left Him. The political party were roused
into opposition. The Jews, the great mass of the people, gave Him up. His path
was narrowing.
With the third period came the end. The path was
very narrow now There were but twelve left to Him when the last act of the
drama opens. They are gathered on the stage together for the last time. But it
must narrow still. One of the disciples. after receiving the sop, goes out.
Eleven are left Him. Peter soon follows. There are but ten. One by one they
leave the stage, till all forsook Him and fled, and He is left to die alone.
Well might He cry, as He hung there in this awful solitude--as if even God had
forgotten Him, "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
But this is not peculiar to Jesus. It is typical
of the life of every Christian. His path. too, must narrow. As he grows in
grace, he grows in isolation. He feels that God is detaching his life from all
around it and drawing him to Himself for a more intimate fellowship. But as the
communion is nearer, the chasm which separates him from his fellow man must
widen. The degree of a man's religion, indeed, is to be gauged by the degree of
his rejection by the world. With the early Christians was not this the
commonest axiom, "We told you before," did not Paul warn them, "that we should
suffer?" "Unto some it was given in the behalf of Christ not only to believe on
Him, but also to suffer for His sake." It was the position of honour, as it
were, in the family of God to be counted worthy of being persecuted for the
sake of Christ.
It is a sad reflection that, as in the case of
Christ, the keenest suffering may come sometimes still from one's own family
circ]e. Among our friends there may be one on whom we all look askance--one who
is growing up in the beauty of holiness, and we not knowing what it is that
makes him strange. It often needs Death to teach us the beauty of a life which
has been lived beside our own; and we only know the worth of it when God proves
it by taking it to Himself.
Finally, it may be objected to all this
that if eccentricity is a virtue, it is easily purchased. Any one can set up
for an eccentric character. And if that is the desideratum of religion we shall
have candidates enough for the office. But it remains to define the terms on
which a Christian should be eccentric--Christ's own terms. And let them be
guides to us in our eccentricity, for without them we shall be not Christians,
but fanatics.
The qualities which distinguish the eccentricity
of godliness from all other eccentricities are three; and we gather them all
from the life of Christ.
(1) Notice, His eccentricity was not
destructive. Christ took the world as He found it, He left it as it was. He
had no quarrel with existing institutions. He did not overthrow the church--He
went to church. He said nothing against politics --He supported the government
of the country. He did not denounce society--His first public action was to go
to a marriage. His great aim, in fact, outwardly, and all along, was to be as
normal, as little eccentric as possible. The true fanatic always tries the
opposite. The spirit alone was singular in Jesus; a fanatic always spoils his
cause by extending it to the letter. Christ came not to destroy, but to fulfil.
A fanatic comes not to fulfil, but to destroy. If we would follow the
eccentricity of our Master, let it not be in asceticism, in denunciation, in
punctiliousness, and scruples about trifles, but in largeness of heart,
singleness of eye, true breadth of character, true love to men, and heroism for
Christ.
(2) It was perfectly composed. We think
of eccentricity as associated with frenzy, nervousness, excitableness,
ungovernable enthusiasm. But the life of Jesus was a calm. It was a life of
marvellous composure. The storms were all about it, tumult and tempest, tempest
and tumult, waves breaking over Him all the time till the worn body was laid in
the grave. But the inner life was as a sea of glass. It was a life of perfect
composure. To come near it even now is to be calmed and soothed. Go to it at
any moment, the great calm is there. The request to "come" at any moment was a
standing invitation all through His life. Come unto Me at My darkest hour, in
My heaviest trial, on My busiest day, and I will give you Rest. And when the
very bloodhounds were gathering in the streets of Jerusalem to hunt Him down,
did He not turn to the quaking group around Him and bequeath to them--a last
legacy--"My Peace"?
There was no frenzy about His life, no
excitement. In quietness and confidence the most terrible days sped past. In
patience and composure the most thrilling miracles were wrought. Men came unto
Him, and they found not restlessness, but Rest. Composure is to be had for
faith. We shall be worse than fanatics if we attempt to go along the lonely
path with Christ without this spirit. We shall do harm, not good. We shall
leave half-done work. We shall wear out before our time. Do not say, "Life is
short." Christ's life was short; yet He finished the work that was given Him to
do. He was never in a hurry. And if God has given us anything to do for Him, He
will give time enough to finish it with a repose like Christ's.
(3) This life was consistent.
From the Christian standpoint a consistent life
is the only sane life. It is not worth while being religious without being
thorough. An inconsistent Christian is the true eccentric. He is the true
phenomenon in the religious world; to his brother Christian the only madman.
For madness, in a sense, is inconsistency; madness is incoherency, irrelevancy,
disconnectedness; and surely there is nothing more disconnected than a belief
in God and Eternity and no corresponding life. And that man is surely beside
himself who assumes the name of Christ, pledges perhaps in sacramental wine to
be faithful to His name and cause, and who from one year to another never lifts
a finger to help it. The man who is really under a delusion, is he who bears
Christ's name, who has no uneasiness about the quality of his life, nor any
fear for the future, and whose true creed is that
He lives for
himself, he thinks for himself,
For himself, and none beside;
Just as if Jesus had never lived,
As if He had never died.
Yes, a
consistent eccentricity is the only sane life. "An enthusiastic religion is the
perfection of common sense." And to be beside oneself for Christ's sake is to
be beside Christ, which is man's chief end for time and eternity.
PHILIPPIANS i. 21. In connection with ACTS
ix. 1--18.
THERE is no more significant sign of the days in
which we live than the interest society seems to be taking in the biographies
of great men. Almost all the more popular recent books, for instance--the books
which every one is reading and has to read--come under the category of
biography; and, to meet the demand, two or three times in each season the
market has to be supplied with the lives, in minute detail, of men who but for
this would perhaps have lain in unnoticed graves.
This thirst for memoirs and lives and letters is
not all to be put down to the hero worship which is natural to every heart. It
means, perhaps, a higher thing than that. It means, in the first place, that
great living is being appreciated for its own sake; and, in the second, that
great living is being imitated. If it is true that any of us are beginning to
appreciate greatness for its own sake--greatness, that is to say, in the sense
of great and true living--it is one of the most hopeful symptoms of our
history. And, further, if we are going on from the mere admiration of great men
to try and live like them, we are obeying one of the happiest impulses of our
being. There is indeed no finer influence abroad than the influence of great
men in great books, and all that literature can do in supplying the deformed
world with worthy and shapely models is entitled to gratitude and respect.
But a shadow sometimes comes over this thought of
the magnetic attraction which greatness is having upon our age-- the further
thought how hard it is to get our greatness pure. The well is deep, may
be, and the fountain sparkles to the eye; but we ask perhaps in vain for a
guarantee of quality. Each new ideal we adjust our life to copy turns out to
have its adulteration of selfishness or pride, like the one we studied last,
till the pattern we sought to follow surprises us by becoming a beacon for us
to shun.
There are a few biographies, however, where men
may find their greatness pure; and amongst them is one familiar writing which,
though seldom looked at as biographical in this sense, really contains the life
and letters of the greatest man probably of human history. That man was Paul.
The life of Paul the man, apart from the theology of Paul the Apostle, is a
legitimate and fruitful study from the mere standpoint of the biography of a
great and successful life. Judged by his influence on human history, no single
life is entitled to more admiration for what it has done, or is indeed more
worthy of imitation for what it was. And in our quest after a true life, a
worthy and satisfying life, there may be some light for us in this old
biography which we have missed perhaps in the lives of later men.
If we were to begin by seeking an appropriate
motto for Paul's life, we should not need to go further than the quotation
which forms our text. This fragment from one of his own letters lets us in at
once to his whole secret. The true discovery of a character is the discovery of
its ideals. Paul spares us any speculation in his case. "To me to live," he
says, "is Christ." This is the motto of his life, the ruling passion of it,
which at once explains the nature of his success and accounts for it. He lives
for Christ. "To me to live is Christ."
Now here at the outset is a valuable practical
point settled in this biography. When we turn to the biographies of most great
men, we find either no key or a very complex one; and we rise from the perusal
with nothing more than a vague desire to do better, but with no discovery
how. We gain stimulus, indeed, but no knowledge and this is simply
injurious. We are braced up enthusiastically for a little, and then do nothing.
At the end of it all we are not better, we are only exhausted. This is the
reason why biography-hunters often, after long dogging the footsteps of
greatness, find that they are perhaps no further on the road to it themselves,
but rather more inclined than before to lie down where they were.
But Paul explicitly announces to us the working
principle of his life. If the lines are great lines, there is nothing
mysterious about them. If we want to live like Paul, we have simply to live for
Christ; Christ our life on one side, our life for Christ on the other, and both
summed up together in Paul's epitome: "To me to live is Christ."
This being the clue to Paul's life, the
instructive question next arises, What exactly did Paul mean by this principle,
and how did he come to find it out? But the question, "What is this object of
life?" is so closely bound up with how Paul came to have this object of life,
that the answer to the last question will form at once an explanation and an
illustration of the first.
Therefore let us go at once for the answer to the
life itself. Great principles are always best and freshest when studied from
the life, and it so happens that a circumstance in Paul's life makes it
peculiarly easy to act on this rule here.
That circumstance was that Paul had two lives.
Many men besides Paul have had two lives, but the line is cleaner cut in Paul's
case than in almost any other biography. Both lives were somewhere about the
same length, so far as we know, but so distinct in their general features and
details that Paul had not only two lives, but, as if to mark the distinction
more strikingly, two names. Let us look for a moment at the first of these
lives--the reason will appear presently.
Paul's first life, as we all know, was spent
under the most auspicious circumstances, and it will be worth while running
over it. Born of a family which belonged to the most select theological school
of that day, the son was early looked upon as at once the promise of his
parents and the hope of their religion. They sent him when a mere lad to
Jerusalem, and enrolled him as a student in the most distinguished college of
the time. After running a brilliant college career, and sitting for many years
at the feet of the greatest learning the Jewish capital could boast, we find
him bursting upon the world with his splendid talents, and taking a place at
once in the troubled political movements of the day. It was impossible for such
a character with his youth's enthusiasm and his Pharisee's pride to submit to
the tame life of a temple Rabbi, and he sees his opportunity in the rise of the
Christian sect. Here, at last, he would match his abilities in a contest which
would gain him at once a field of exercise and a name. So far, doubtless, he
thought his first life great.
Into his work of persecution he seems now to have
entered with all an inquisitor's zest. His conspicuous place among the
murderers of the first martyr stamped him forthwith as a leader, and gave him
the foretaste of a popularity which, but for the interruption of the hand of
God, might have ended disastrously to the struggling Christian Church. His
success as an inquisitor is recognised in the highest quarters of the land; and
the young man's fortune is made. Perhaps no Rabbi of that time had such
prospects now as Saul. "He is a man raised up for the emergency," said all
Jerusalem, and henceforth the Jewish world was at his feet. Courted as the
rising man of his day and flushed with success, he left no stone unturned to
find fresh opportunities of adding to his influence and power. And as he
climbed each rung of the ladder of fame, we can imagine, as a great student of
Paul has said, how his heart swelled within him when he read these words at
night from the Book of Wisdom: "I shall have estimation among the multitude,
and honour with the elders, though I be young. I shall be found of a quick
conceit in judgment, and shall be admired in the sight of great men. When I
hold my tongue they shall abide my leisure, and when I speak they shall give
good ear unto me." Such was the man who afterwards said, "To me to live is
Christ."
Upon the little Church at Jerusalem he has
already wreaked his vengeance to the full. The town and neighbourhood at last
are well nigh ridded of the pest; and--unlooked-for calamity--in the height of
his triumph Saul finds his occupation gone. Dispersed in all directions,
members of the little band have made their way in secret through Judaea and
Samaria, through Syria and Phoenicia, even into strange cities. And Saul finds
round about Jerusalem no fuel to feed the martyrs' fire, and thus to add more
lustre to his own name.
But there is no pause in the pursuit of human
fame. The young lawyer's reputation can never end in an anti-climax like this.
And with the ambition which knows not how to rest, and in the pride of his
Pharisee's heart, he strikes out the idea to reverse the maxim of the crucified
Leader of the hated sect and to go into all the world and suppress the gospel
in every creature. He applies to the high-priest for commission and authority,
and, breathing out threatenings and slaughter, the man who is going to live for
Christ starts out on his Christless mission to make havoc of the Church.
This is the last act of Paul's first life. Let us
note it carefully. We are on the bridge which separates Paul's two lives. What
marks the transition is this: hitherto his life has been spent in public. It
has been one prolonged whirl of excitement and applause. But no sooner have the
gates of Jerusalem closed upon him than Saul begins to think. The echoes of the
people's praises have died away one by one. He has gone out into the great
desert. It is strangely silent and soothing, and the lull has come at last upon
his soul. It is a long while, perhaps, since he has had time to think; but Saul
was far too great a man to live long an unthinking life. His time for
reflection has come. And as he wanders with his small escort along the banks of
the Jordan or across the solitary hills of Samaria, his thoughts are busy with
the past. And if Saul was far too great a man to live an unthinking life, he
was also too great a man to think well of his life when he did think. Each new
day as he journeyed away from the scene of his triumph, and looked back upon it
all from that distance--which always gives the true perspective to man's
life--his mind must have filled with many a sad reproach. And as he lay down at
night in the quiet wilderness his thoughts must often have turned on the true
quality of the life to which he was sacrificing his talents and his youth. With
his quick perception, with his keen trained intellect, with his penetration, he
must have seen that after all this life was a mistake. Minds of lesser calibre
in the applauding world which he had left had told him he was great. Now, in
his calmer moments, he knew he was not great. The eternal heavens stretching
above him pointed to an infinity which lay behind them all; and the stars and
the silence spoke to him of God. He felt that his life was miserably small.
Saul's thoughts were greater than Saul's life. How he had been living beneath
himself--how he had wasted the precious years of his youth--how he had sold his
life for honour and reputation, and bartered the talents God had given him for
a name, he must have seen. He had been dazzled, and that was all. He had
nothing really to show for his life, nothing that would stand the test of solid
thought. It was all done for himself. He, Saul of Tarsus, the rising man of his
time, was the sole centre of it. "After all," perhaps he cried in agony, "To me
to live is Saul," "To me to live is Saul."
Paul's first great discovery, as we have
seen--and it is the discovery which precedes every true reformation of
life--was the discovery of himself. When Paul said, "To me to live is
myself," his conversion was begun. There was no retreat then for a man
like him. He was too great to have such a little centre to his life; or rather,
he felt life too great to be absorbed with even such a personality as his.
But the next element in the case was not so
easily discovered, and it is of much more importance than the first. His first
achievement was only to discover himself. His second was to discover some one
better than himself. He wanted a new centre to his life--where was he to find
it? The unseen hand which painted his own portrait in its true colours on the
dark background of his mind had painted every other life the same. The high
priests at Jerusalem, the members of the Sanhedrim, his own father at
Tarsus--all the men he knew were living lives like himself: They were no
better--most of them worse. Must the old centre of Paul's life remain there
still? Is there nothing better in all the world than himself?
It may be conjecture, or it may be nearer truth,
that while such questionings passed through the mind of Paul, there came into
his thoughts as he journeyed some influences from another life--a life like
that for which his thoughts had longed. Paul's best known journeys are his
missionary tours, and we generally associate him in our thoughts with the
countries of Asia and Italy and Greece. But this time his way leads through the
Holy Land. He has entered the country of Christ. He is crossing the very
footsteps of Jesus. The villages along his route are fragrant still with what
Jesus said and did--not the bitter things that Saul had heard before. Kind
words are repeated to him, and tender acts which Jesus did are told. The
peasants by the way-side and the shepherds on the hills are full of stories of
a self-denying life which used to pass that way a year or two ago, but now will
come no more. And the mothers at the cottage doors remember the Stranger who
suffered their little children to come unto Him, and get them to repeat to
Saul, perhaps, the children's blessing which He left behind. Perhaps, in
passing through Samaria, the traveller meets a woman at a well, who tells her
strange tale for the thousandth time, of a weary Man who had sat there once and
said He was the Christ. And Galilee and Capernaum, and Bethsaida, and the lake
shore at Gennesaret, are full of memories of the one true life which surely
even then had begun to cast a sacred influence over Saul. At all events, there
seems a strange preparedness in his mind for the meeting on the Damascus road,
as if the interview with Jesus then were not so much the first of his
friendship as the natural outcome of something that had gone before. And no
doubt the Spirit's silent working had been telling on his mind during all these
quiet days, leading up his thoughts to the revelation that was to come and
preparing a pathos for the memorable question, with its otherwise unaccountable
emphasis, "Why persecutest thou Me?"
What went on between Paul's heart and God we do
not know. We do not know how deep repentance ran, nor where nor how the
justifying grace came down from heaven to his soul. Whether just then he went
through our formula of conversion--the process which we like to watch and
describe in technical words--we do not know. But we know this--there came a
difference into his life. His life was changed. It was changed at its most
radical part. He had changed centres. During the process, whatever it was, this
great transfer was effected. Paul deliberately removed the old centre from his
life, and put a new one in its place. Instead of "to me to live is Saul." it
was now, "to me to live is Christ."
Of course, when the centre of Paul's life was
changed, he had to take his whole life to pieces and build it up again on a
totally different plan. This change, therefore, is not a mere incident in a
man's life. It is a revolution, a revolution of the most sweeping sort. There
never was a life so filled up with anti-Christian thoughts and impulses,
brought so completely to a halt. There never was such a total eclipse of the
most brilliant worldly prospects, nor such an abrupt transition from a career
of dazzling greatness to humble and obscure ignominy.
Let those who define conversion as a certain
colourless experience supposed to go on in the feelings, blind themselves to
the real transition in this life if they will. Let them ask themselves if there
ever was a more sweeping revolution in any life, for any cause, than in Paul's,
when he abandoned himself, literally abandoned himself, and subordinated
everything, evermore, to this one supreme passion--"to live for Christ."
The stages by which this transcendent standpoint
is to be reached are now plainly before us. They are, the discovery of self and
the discovery of Christ. These two discoveries between them exhaust the whole
of life. No man truly lives till both these discoveries are made--for many
discover themselves who have not yet discovered Christ. But he that hath not
the Son hath not life. Whatever he has, existence, continuity, he has not life.
The condition of living at all is to live for Christ. "He that hath the Son,"
and he alone, and no one else, "hath life."
1. Paul takes special care indeed that we should
fully understand the altogether different quality of the two lives which a man
may live. In his view, the first life, the ordinary life of men, was altogether
a mistake. "What things were gain to me" he tells us, "I counted loss for
Christ." That brilliant career of his was loss; that mission, noble and
absorbing once, was mere waste energy and mis-spent time. And he goes further
still. His life was death. It was selfishness pure and simple; it was the
carnal mind pure and simple; and to be carnally minded is death. We shall
understand the theology of these letters better if we think of the writer as a
man escaping death. And with this horrible background to his life we can see
the fuller significance of his words, that for him to live was Christ.
Another thing is also made plain to us.
The ceaseless demand of the New Testament for
regeneration is plain to us when we study the doctrine in such a life as this.
It was not Saul who wrote the letters; it was a different man altogether--Paul.
It was one who was in a totally different world from the other. If it were
Saul, he must have been born again before he could have done it. Nothing less
could account for it. His interests were new, his standpoint, his resources,
his friendships. All old things, in fact, had passed away. All things had
become new. In a word, he was a new creature. The pool, polluted and stagnant,
has found its way at last into the wide, pure sea; the spirit, tired of its
narrow prison, disgusted with ambition which ended with itself, reaches out to
the eternal freedom, and finds a worthy field of exercise in the great
enterprise of Christ.
There is one class to whom this biography of Paul
has a special message. The people who need Paul's change most are not those,
always, who are most thought to need it. The really difficult cases--to others,
but especially to themselves--are the people who fail to see really that their
life could be much better. There are thousands who do not see exactly what
conversion could do to them. And their great difficulty in changing their life
has just been this: "What, after all, should we really have to change? Our
lives at present can scarcely be distinguished from the real Christians around
us. Had we been irreligious, or profane, or undutiful, or immoral, conversion
might do something for us; but we belong to the class who feel how well we have
been brought up, how much our interests are gathered round religion, and,
generally, how circumspect and proper our entire outward life has been. We do
not really see, indeed, what change conversion could make." Now this is a class
who seldom get any sympathy, and none deserve it more. Religious people and
religious books are always saying hard things of the "religiously brought
up"--bitterly hard and undeserved things--until they almost come to feel as if
their goodness were a crime. But there are secret rendings of the heart within
these ranks--longings after God perhaps purer than anywhere else outside God's
true family. And there are those who feel the difficulty of changing amid
surroundings so Christian-like as theirs; who feel it so keenly that despair
sometimes leads them to the dark thought of almost envying the prodigal and the
open sinner, who seem to have more chance of finding the kingdom than they.
Now the change in Paul's life is exactly the case
in point for them. Paul himself was one of these characters who wonder what use
conversion could ever be to them. He was one of the "religiously brought up."
Touching the law he was blameless. There was no man stricter with his religion
in all Jerusalem than Saul, no man took his place more regularly in the temple,
or kept the Sabbath with more scrupulous care. Touching the law he was
blameless--just the man you would have said who never would be changed, who was
far too good to be susceptible of a change. But this is the man--not far from
the kingdom of God, as every one thought him to be--who found room in his most
religious heart for the most sweeping reform that ever occurred in a life.
Let those who really do not know very well what
religion could do for them take a little quiet thought like Paul. Let them look
once more, not at the circumference, but at the centre of their life. Let them
ask one question about it: "Is it Christ?" There is no middle way in
religion--self or Christ. The quality of the selfishness--intellectual,
literary, artistic-- the fact that our self `s centre may be of a superior
order of self, does nothing to destroy this grave distinction. It lies between
all self and Christ. For the matter of that no centre could have been more
disciplined or cultured than Paul's. In its place it was truly great and
worthy, but its place was anywhere else than where Paul had it for the full
half of his life. This question, then, of centres is the vital question. "To me
to live is"--what? "To me to live is myself!" Suppose that it is so. What kind
of an aim for a life is this? How much nobler a centre our life is worthy
of--our one life, which is to live for evermore; which is to live with a great
centre or a mean one--meanly or greatly for evermore! Think of living with
oneself for ever and for ever. Think of having lived, living now, and evermore
living only for this. Consider Him who endured such contradiction of sinners
for our sake, who made Himself of no reputation, who gave up form and
comeliness; who humbled Himself and emptied Himself for us. Then look, if we
can, with complacency on such a life--
"I lived for
myself, I thought for myself,
For myself, and none beside,
Just as if Jesus had never lived,
As if He had never died.
2. This leads naturally to the other
point--the discovery of Christ. And here once more we draw abundant
encouragement from our biography of Paul. And it brings us not only to a
hopeful thought, but to a very solemn thought. We have all in some way made the
discovery of Christ; we know more about Christ than Paul did when he became a
Christian. When he made Him the centre of his life, he knew less of Him perhaps
than most of us. It is a startling truth, at all events, that we are as near
the centre of life--the centre of the universe--as Paul. We have heard of Him
from our infancy; the features of His life are as familiar as our own; we have
no hatred to Him as Paul had once. And if the few days' quietness in the Holy
Land, which Paul had on the threshold of his change, were in any way a
preparation for the crisis of his life, how much more has our past life been a
preparation for a change in ours! We call Paul's change a sudden conversion--
we do not know how sudden it was. But if our life were changed to-day, it would
be no sudden conversion. Our whole past has been leading up to these two
discoveries of life. Our preparation, so far as knowledge of the new centre
goes, is complete. The change, so far as that is concerned, might happen
now. We have the responsibility of being so near eternal life as
that.
The question comes to be then, finally, a simple
question of transfer. To me to live is myself, or to me to live is Christ. To
live for Christ is not simply the sublime doctrine which it includes of
Christ our life. It is not so much Christ our life, but rather our
life for Christ.
Shall it be, then, our life for Christ? "To me to
live is Christ." Contrast it with all the other objects of life; take all the
centres out of all the great lives, and compare them one by one. Can you match
the life-creed of Paul--"to me to live is Christ"?
"To me to live is--business"; "to me to live
is--pleasure," "to me to live is--myself." We can all tell in a moment what our
religion is really worth. "To me to live is"--what? What are we living for?
What rises naturally in our heart when we press it with a test like this: "to
me to live is"--what? First thoughts, it is said, are best in matters of
conscience. What was the first thought that came into our heart just then? What
word trembled first on our lips just now--"to me to live is"-- was it business,
was it money, was it myself, was it Christ?
The time will come when we shall ask ourselves
why we ever crushed this infinite substance of our life within these narrow
bounds, and centred that which lasts for ever on what must pass away. In the
perspective of Eternity all lives will seem poor, and small, and lost, and
self-condemned beside a life for Christ. There will be plenty then to gather
round the Cross. But who will do it now? Who will do it now? There are plenty
of men to die for Him, there are plenty to spend Eternity with Christ; but
where is the man who will live for Christ? Death and Eternity come in
their place. Christ wants lives. There is no fear about death being gain if we
have lived for Christ. So, let it be: "To me to live is Christ."
There is but one alternative--Paul's alternative,
the discovery of Christ. We have all in some sense, indeed, already made that
discovery. We may be as near it now as Paul when he left Jerusalem. There was
no notice given that he was to change masters. The new Master simply crossed
his path one day, and the great change was come. How often has He crossed our
path? We know what to do the next time: we know how our life can be made worthy
and great--how only; we know how death can become gain--how only. Many, indeed,
tell us death must be gain. Many long for life to be done that they may rest,
as they say, in the quiet grave. Let no cheap sentimentalism deceive us. Death
can only be gain when to have lived was Christ.
"We look not at the things which are seen,
but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are
temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal."--2 COR. iv. 18.
"Everything that is, is double." --Hermes
Trismegistus.
"LOOK not at the things which are seen." How can
we look not at the things which are seen? If they are seen, how can we help
looking at them? "Look at the things which are not seen." How can we look at
things which are not seen? Has religion some magic wishing-cap, making the
solid world invisible, or does it supply some strange clairvoyance power to see
that which is unseen?
This is one of those alluring paradoxes which all
great books delight in, which baffle thought while courting it, but which
disclose to whoever picks the lock the rarest and profoundest truth. The
surface meaning of a paradox is either nonsense, or it is false. In this case
it is false. One would gather, at first sight, that we had here another of
those attacks upon the world, of which the Bible is supposed to be so fond. It
reads as a withering contrast between the things of time and the things of
eternity--as an unqualified disparagement of this present world. The things
which are seen are temporal--not worth a moment's thought, not even to be
looked at.
In reality, this is neither the judgment of the
Bible nor of reason.
There are four reasons why we should look at the
things which are seen--
1. First, because God made them. Anything
that God makes is worth looking at. We live in no chance world. It has been all
thought out. Everywhere work has been spent on it lavishly --thought and
work--loving thought and exquisite work. All its parts together, and every part
separately, are stamped with skill, beauty, and purpose. As the mere work of a
Great Master we are driven to look--deliberately and long--at the things which
are seen.
2. But, second, God made us to look at
them. He who made light made the eye. It is a gift of the Creator on
purpose that we may look at the things which are seen. The whole mechanism of
man is made with reference to the temporal world-- the eye for seeing it, the
ear for hearing it, the nerve for feeling it, the muscle for moving about on it
and getting more of it. He acts contrary to his own nature who harbours even a
suspicion of the things that are seen.
3. But again, thirdly, God has not merely made
the world, but He has made it conspicuous. So far from lying in the
shade, so far from being constituted to escape observation, the whole temporal
world clamours for it. Nature is never and nowhere silent. If you are
apathetic, if you will not look at the things which are seen, they will summon
you. The bird will call to you from the tree-top, the sea will change her mood
for you, the flower looks up appealingly from the wayside, and the sun, before
he sets with irresistible colouring, will startle you into attention. The
Creator has determined that, whether He be seen or no, no living soul shall
tread His earth without being spoken to by these works of His hands. God has
secured that. And even those things which have no speech nor language, whose
voice is not heard, have their appeal going out to all the world, and their
word to the end of the earth. Had God feared that the visible world had been a
mere temptation to us, He would have made it less conspicuous. Certainly He has
warned us not to love it, but nowhere not to look at it.
4. The last reason, fourthly, is the greatest of
all. Hitherto we have been simply dealing with facts. Now we come to a
principle. Look at the things that are seen, because it is only by looking
at the things that are seen that we can have any idea of the things that are
unseen. Our whole conception of the eternal is derived from the
temporal.
Take any unseen truth, or fact, or law. The
proposition is that it can be apprehended by us only by means of the seen and
temporal. Take the word eternal itself. What do we know of Eternity?
Nothing that we have not learned from the temporal. When we try to realize that
word there rises up before us the spaceless sea. We glide swiftly over it day
after day, but the illimitable waste recedes before us, knowing no end. On and
on, week and month, and there stretches the same horizon vague and infinite,
the far-off circle we can never reach. We stop. We are far enough. This is
Eternity!
In reality, this is not Eternity; it is mere
water, the temporal, liquid and tangible. But by looking at this thing which is
seen we have beheld the unseen. Here is a river. It is also water. But its
different shape mirrors a different truth. As we look, the opposite of Eternity
rises up before us. There is Time, swift and silent; or Life, fleeting and
irrevocable. So one might run over all the material of his thoughts, all the
groundwork of his ideas, and trace them back to things that are temporal. They
are really material, made up of matter, and in order to think at all, one must
first of all see.
Nothing could illustrate this better, perhaps,
than the literary form of our English Bible. Leaving out for the present the
language of symbol and illustration which Christ spoke, there is no great
eternal truth that is not borne to us upon some material image. Look, for
instance, at its teaching about human life. To describe that, it does not even
use the words derived from the temporal world. It brings us face to face with
the temporal world, and lets us abstract them for ourselves. It never uses the
word "fleeting" or "transitory." It says life is a vapour that appeareth for a
little and vanisheth away. It likens it to a swift post, a swift ship, a tale
that is told.
It never uses the word "irrevocable." It speaks
of water spilt on the ground that cannot be gathered up again--a thread cut by
the weaver. Nor does it tell us that life is "evanescent." It suggests
evanescent things--a dream, a sleep, a shadow, a shepherd's tent removed. And
even to convey the simpler truth that life is short, we find only references to
short things that are seen--a handbreadth, a pilgrimage, a flower, a weaver's
shuttle. The Bible in these instances is not trying to be poetical: it is
simply trying to be true. And it distinctly, unconsciously, recognises the fact
that truth can be borne into the soul only through the medium of things. We
must refuse to believe, therefore, that we are not to look at the things which
are seen. It is a necessity; for the temporal is the husk and framework of the
eternal. And the things which are not seen are made of the things which do
appear. "All visible things," said Carlyle, "are emblems. What thou seest is
not there on its own account; strictly speaking, is not there at all. Matter
exists only spiritually, and to represent some idea and body it forth." And so
John Ruskin:--"The more I think of it, I find this conclusion more impressed
upon me--that the greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to
see something and tell what it saw in a plain way. Hundreds of
people can talk for one who can think; but thousands can think for one who can
see. To see clearly is poetry, prophecy, and religion --all in one."
From this point we can now go on from the
negative of the paradox to the second and positive term--"Look at the things
which are not seen." We now understand how to do this. Where is the eternal?
Where are the unseen things, that we may look at them? And the answer is--in
the temporal. Look then at the temporal, but do not pause there. You must
penetrate it. Go through it, and see its shadow, its spiritual shadow, on the
further side. Look upon this shadow long and earnestly, till that which you
look through becomes the shadow, and the shadow merges into the reality. Look
through till the thing you look through becomes dim, then transparent, and then
invisible, and the unseen beyond grows into form and strength. For, truly, the
first thing seen is the shadow, the thing on the other side the reality. The
thing you see is only a solid, and men mistake solidity for reality. But that
alone is the reality--the eternal which lies behind. Look, then, not at the
things which are seen, but look through them to the things that are unseen.
The great lesson which emerges from all this is
as to the religious use of the temporal world. Heaven lies behind earth. This
earth is not merely a place to live in, but to see in. We are to pass through
it as clairvoyants, holding the whole temporal world as a vast transparency,
through which the eternal shines.
Let us now apply this principle briefly to daily
life. To most of us, the most practical division of life is threefold: the
Working life, the Home life, and the Religious life. What do these yield us of
the eternal, and how?
1. The Working Life. To most men, work is
just work-- manual work, professional work, office work, household work, public
work, intellectual work. A yellow primrose is just a yellow primrose; a spade
is a spade; a ledger is a ledger; a lexicon is a lexicon. To a worker with this
mind, so far as spiritual uses are concerned therefore, work is vanity--an
unaccountable squandering of precious time. He must earn his success by the
sweat of his brow; that is all he knows about it. It is a curse, lying from the
beginning upon man as man. So, six days each week, he bends his neck to it
doggedly; the seventh God allows him to think about the unseen and eternal.
Now God would never unspiritualise three-fourths
of man's active life by work, if work were work, and nothing more.
A second workman sees a little further. His work
is not a curse exactly; it is his appointed life, his destiny. It is God's will
for him, and he must go through with it. No doubt its trials are good for him;
at all events, God has appointed him this sphere, and he must accept it with
Christian resignation.
It is a poor compliment to the Divine
arrangements if they are simply to be acquiesced in. The all-wise God surely
intends some higher outcome from three-fourths of life than bread and butter
and resignation.
To the spiritual man, next, there lies behind
this temporal a something which explains all. He sees more to come out of it
than the year's income, or the employment of his allotted time, or the
benefiting of his species. If violins were to be the only product, there is no
reason why Stradivarius should spend his life in making them. But work is an
incarnation of the unseen. In this loom man's soul is made. There is a subtle
machinery behind it all, working while he is working, making or unmaking the
unseen in him. Integrity, thoroughness, honesty, accuracy, conscientiousness,
faithfulness, patience--these unseen things which complete a soul are woven
into it in work. Apart from work, these things are not. As the conductor leads
into our nerves the invisible electric force, so work conducts into our spirit
all high forces of character, all essential qualities of life, truth in the
inward parts. Ledgers and lexicons, business letters, domestic duties, striking
of bargains, writing of examinations, handling of tools--these are the
conductors of the eternal. So much the conductors of the eternal, that without
them there is no eternal. No man dreams integrity, accuracy, and so on.
He cannot learn them by reading about them. These things require their wire as
much as electricity. The spiritual fluids and the electric fluids are under the
same law; and messages of grace come along the lines of honest work to the soul
like the invisible message along the telegraph wires. Patience, spiritually,
will travel along a conductor as really as electricity.
A workshop, therefore, or an office, or a school
of learning, is a gigantic conductor. An office is not a place for making
money--it is a place for making character. A workshop is not a place for making
machinery--it is a place for making men: not for turning wood, for fitting
engines, for founding cylinders --to God's eye, it is a place for founding
character; it is a place for fitting in the virtues to one's life, for turning
out honest, modest-tempered God-fearing men. A school of learning is not so
much a place for making scholars, as a place for making souls. And he who would
ripen and perfect the eternal element in his being will do this by attending to
the religious uses of his daily task, recognising the unseen in its seen, and
so turning three-fourths of each day's life into an ever-acting means of
grace.
We say some kinds of work are immoral. A man who
is turning out careless, imperfect work, is turning out a careless imperfect
character for himself. He is touching deceit every moment; and this unseen
thing rises up from his work like a subtle essence, and enters and poisons his
soul. We say piece-work is immoral--it makes a man only a piece of a man, shuts
him out from variety, and originality, and adaptation, narrowing and belittling
his soul. But we forget the counter-truth, that honest and good work makes
honesty and goodness, integrity and thoroughness--nay that it alone makes them.
And the man who would ripen and perfect his soul must attend to the religious
uses of his daily work--seeing the unseen in its seen--heeding it, not with a
dry punctiliousness, but lovingly, recognising its dignity, not as a mere
making of money, but as an elaborate means of grace, occupying three-fourths of
life.
2. The Family Life. Next, life is so
ordered that another large part of it is spent in the family. This also,
therefore, has its part to play in the completing of the soul. The working life
could never teach a man all the lessons of the unseen. A whole set of
additional messages from the eternal have to be conducted into his soul at
home. This is why it is not good for a man to be alone. A lonely man is
insulated from the eternal--inaccessible to the subtle currents which ought to
be flowing hourly into his soul.
Here, too, is a higher source of spirituality
than work. It is here that life dawns, and the first mould is given to the
plastic substance. Home is the cradle of Eternity. It has been secured,
therefore, that the first laws stamped here, the first lines laid down, the
permanent way for the future soul, should be at once the lines of the eternal.
Why do all men say that the family is a divine institution? Because God
instituted it? But what guided Him in constituting it as it is? Eternity. Home
is a preliminary Heaven. Its arrangements are purely the arrangements of
Heaven. Heaven is a Father with His children. The parts we shall play in that
great home are just the parts we have learned in the family here. We shall go
through the same life there--only without the matter. This matter is a mere
temporary quality to practise the eternal on--as wooden balls are hung up in a
schoolroom to teach the children numbers till they can think them for
themselves.
When a parent wishes to teach his child form and
harmony, the properties of matter, beauty, and symmetry--all these unseen
things--what does he do but give his child things that are seen, through which
he can see them? He gives him a box of matter, bricks of wood, as playthings,
and the child, in forming and transforming these, in building with them lines
and squares, arches and pillars, has borne into his soul regularity and
stability, form and symmetry. So God deals with us. The material universe is a
mere box of bricks. We exercise our growing minds upon it for a space, till in
the hereafter we become men, and childish things are put away. The temporal is
but the scaffolding of the eternal; and when the last immaterial souls have
climbed through this material to God, the scaffolding shall be taken down, and
the earth dissolved with fervent heat--not because it is evil, but because its
work is done.
The mind of Christ is to be learned in the
family. Strength of character may be acquired at work, but beauty of character
is learned at home. There the affections are trained--that love especially
which is to abide when tongues have ceased and knowledge fails. There the
gentle life reaches us, the true heaven-life. In one word, the family circle is
the supreme conductor of Christianity. Tenderness, humbleness, courtesy,
self-forgetfulness, faith, sympathy; these ornaments of a meek and quiet spirit
are learned at the fireside, round the table, in common-place houses, in city
streets. We are each of us daily embodying these principles in our soul, or
trampling them out of it, in the ordinary intercourse of life. As actors in a
charade, each member of the house each day, consciously or unconsciously, acts
a word. The character is the seen, the word the unseen, and whether he thinks
of the word at night or not, the souls of all around have guessed it silently;
and when the material mask and costume are put away, and their circumstances
long years forgotten, that word of eternity lives on to make or mar the player,
and all the players with him, in that day's game of life.
To waken a man to all that is involved in each
day's life, in even its insignificant circumstance and casual word and look,
surely you have but to tell him all this--that in these temporals lie eternals;
that in life, not in church, lies religion; that all that is done or undone,
said or unsaid, of right or wrong, has its part, by an unalterable law, in the
eternal life of all.
3. We now come to Religion. And we shall
see further how God has put even that for us into the temporal. Reflect for a
moment upon the teaching of Christ. All that He had to say of the eternal He
put up in images of the temporal world. What are all His parables, His
allusions to nature, His illustrations from real life, His metaphors and
similes, but disclosures to our blind eyes of the unseen in the seen? In
reality, the eternal is never nearer us than in a material image. Reason cannot
bring religion near us, only things can. So Christ never demonstrated anything.
He did not appeal to the reasoning power in man, but to the seeing power-- that
power of imagination which deals with images of things.
That is the key to all Christ's teaching-- that
He spoke not to the reason but to the imagination. Incessantly he held up
things before our eyes--things which in a few days or years would
moulder into dust--and told us to look there at the eternal. He held up bread.
"I am the bread," He said. And if you think over that for a lifetime, you will
never get nearer to the truth than through that thing, bread. That temporal is
so perfect an image of the eternal, that no reading, or thinking, or arguing,
or sermonizing, can get us closer to Christ.
Hence the triumphant way in which he ransacked
the temporal world, and--what we, with our false views of spirituality, had
never dared--marked off for us all its common and familiar things as mirrors of
the eternal. So light, life, vine, bread, water, physician, shepherd, and a
hundred others, have all become transformed with a light from the other world.
Observe, Christ doe not say he is like these things, He is these
things. Look through these things, right through, and you will see Him. We
disappoint our souls continually in trying, by some other way than through
these homely temporals, to learn the spiritual life.
It is the danger of those who pursue the
intellectual life as a specialty to miss this tender and gracious influence.
The student of the family, by a generous though perilous homage paid to
learning is allowed to be an exception to family life. He dwells apart, goes
his own way, lives his own life; and unconsciously, and to his pain, he finds
himself, perhaps, gradually looking down on its homelier tasks and less
transcendent interests. In society, it is for the scholar we make allowances;
but the eccentricities which we condone on account of their high compensations
often mark an arrested development of what is really higher. And there is
nothing so much to fear in oneself, and to check with more resolute will, than
the unconscious tendency in all who pursue culture to get out of step with
humanity, and be not at home at home.
A very remarkable instance of Christ's use of
this principle is the Sacraments. His design there was to perpetuate in the
most luminous and arresting way, the two grandest facts of the spiritual world.
How did He proceed? He made them visible. He associated these facts with the
two commonest things in the world, water and bread and wine--the
every-day diet at every peasant's board. By these Sacraments, the souls of men
are tied down at the most sacred moments of life to the homeliest temporal
things; so that the highest spirituality, by Christ's own showing, comes to
God's children through lowly forms of the material world. Transcendentalism in
religion is a real mistake. True spirituality is to see the divinity in common
things .
But, yet again, there is a more wonderful
exhibition of this law than the Sacraments. God furnished the world with a
temporal thing for every eternal thing save one. Every eternal truth had its
material image in the world, every eternal law had its working-model among the
laws of nature. But there was one thing wanting. There was no temporal for the
Eternal God Himself. And man missed it. He wished to see even this unseen in
something seen. In the sea, he saw eternity; in space, infinity; in the hills,
sublimity; in the family, love; in the state, law. But there was no image of
God. One speaks of what follows with bated breath. God gave it! God
actually gave it! God made a seen image of Himself--not a vision, not a
metaphor--an express image of His person. He laid aside His invisibility, He
clothed Himself with the temporal, He took flesh and dwelt among us. The
Incarnation was the eternal become temporal for a little time, that we might
look at it.
It was our only way of beholding it, for we can
only see the unseen in the seen. The word "God" conveyed no meaning; there was
no seen thing to correspond to that word, and no word is intelligible till
there is an image for it. So God gave religion its new word in the intelligible
form--a Word in flesh --that, henceforth, all men might behold God's glory, not
in itself, for that is impossible, but in the face of Jesus. This is the
crowning proof of the religious use of the temporal world.
Three classes of men, finally, have taken up
their position in recent years with reference to this principle of the eternal
uses of the temporal world.
One will not look at the unseen at all--the
materialist. He is utterly blind to the eternal. The second is utterly blind to
the temporal--the mystic. He does not look for the unseen in the seen, but
apart from the seen. He works, or tries to work, by direct vision. The third is
neither blind to the unseen nor to the seen, but short-sighted to both. The
ritualist selects some half-dozen things from the temporal world, and tries to
see the unseen in them. As if there were only some half-dozen things---crosses
and vestments, music and stained glass-- through which the eternal shone! The
whole world is a ritual-- that is the answer. If a man means to evade God, let
him look for Him in some half-dozen forms; he will evade Him, he will
not see Him anywhere else. But let him who wishes to get near God, and be with
God always, move in a religious atmosphere always; let him take up his position
beside this truth. Worldliness has been defined as a looking at the things that
are seen, but only closely enough to see their market value.
Spirituality is that further look which sees their eternal value, which
realizes that
"Earth's crammed
with Heaven,
And every common bush afire with God."
"Who
forgiveth all thine iniquities;
Who healeth all thy diseases;
Who redeemeth thy life from destruction."--Ps.
ciii. 3, 4.
THERE is one theological word which has found its
way lately into nearly all the newer and finer literature of our country. It is
not only one of the words of the literary world at present, it is perhaps
the word. Its reality, its certain influence, its universality, have at
last been recognised, and in spite of its theological name have forced it into
a place which nothing but its felt relation to the wider theology of human life
could ever have earned for a religious word. That word, it need scarcely be
said, is Sin.
Even in the lighter literature of our country,
and this is altogether remarkable, the ruling word just now is Sin.
Years ago it was the gay term Chivalry which held the foreground in poem
and ballad and song. Later still, the word which held court, in novel and
romance, was Love. But now a deeper word heads the chapters and begins
the cantos. A more exciting thing than chivalry is descried in the arena, and
love itself fades in interest before this small word, which has wandered out of
theology, and changed the face of literature, and made many a new book
preach.
It is not for religion to complain that her
vocabulary is being borrowed by the world. There may be pulpits where there are
not churches; and it is a valuable discovery for religion that the world has
not only a mind to be amused but a conscience to be satisfied. But religion has
one duty in the matter--when her words are borrowed, to see that they are
borrowed whole. Truth which is to pass into such common circulation must not be
mutilated truth; it must be strong, ringing, decided, whole; it must be
standard truth; in a word. it must be Bible truth.
Now the Bible truth about this word is in itself
interesting and very striking. In David especially, where the delineations are
most perfect and masterly, the reiteration and classification of the great
facts and varieties of sin form one of the most instructive and impressive
features of the sacred writings. The Psalms will ever be the standard work on
Sin--the most ample analysis of its nature, its effects, its shades of
difference, and its cure.
And yet, though it is such a common thing, I
daresay many of us, perhaps, do not know anything about it. Somehow, it is just
the common things we are apt not to think about. Take the commonest of all
things--air. What do we know about it? What do we know about water?--that great
mysterious sea, on which some of you spend your lives, which moans all the long
winter at your very doors. Sin is a commoner thing than them all; deeper than
the sea, more subtle than the air; mysterious indeed, moaning in all our lives,
through all the winter and summer of our past--that shall last, in the undying
soul of man, when there shall be no more sea. To say the least of it, it is
unreasonable that a man should live in sin all his life without knowing in some
measure what he is about.
And as regards the higher bearings of the case,
it is clear that without the fullest information about sin no man can ever have
the fullest information about himself, which he ought to have; and what is of
more importance, without understanding sin no man can ever understand God. Even
the Christian who has only the ordinary notions of sin in the general, can
neither be making very much of himself nor of his theology; for as a rule, a
man's experience of religion and of grace is in pretty exact proportion to his
experience of sin.
No doubt, the intimate knowledge of themselves
which the Old Testament writers possessed, had everything to do with their
intimate knowledge of God. David, for instance, who had the deepest knowledge
of God, had also the deepest knowledge of his own heart; and if there is one
thing more conspicuous than another in the writings he has left us, it is the
ceaseless reiteration of the outstanding facts of Sin--the cause, the effects,
the shades of difference, and the cure of Sin.
In the clause which forms our text to-day, David
has given us in a nutshell the whole of the main facts of Sin. And for any one
who wishes to become acquainted with the great pivots on which human life
turns, and on which his own life turns; for any one who wishes to understand
the working of God's grace; for any one who wishes to examine himself on the
great facts of human Sin; there is no more admirable summary than these
words:
"Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; Who healeth
all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction."
These facts of Sin, when we pass it through the
prism of the text, may be said to be three in number: the Guilt of Sin,
the Stain of Sin, the Power of Sin.
And these three correspond roughly with the
natural divisions of the text:
Who forgiveth all thine iniquities = the Guilt of
Sin.
Who healeth all thy diseases = the Stain of
Sin.
Who redeemeth thy life from destruction = the
Power of Sin .
The best fact to start with will perhaps be the
last of these; and for this reason the word Life is in it. "Who
redeemeth thy Life from destruction." We have all a personal interest in
anything that concerns life. We can understand things--even things in
theology--if they will only bear upon our life. And to anything which in any
way comes home to life, in influencing it, or bettering it, or telling upon it
in any way whatever, we are always ready, for our life's sake, to give a
patient hearing. We feel prepared to take kindly to almost any doctrine if it
will only bear upon our life. And surely in the whole range of truth none has
more points of contact with the heart of man than the doctrine of the Power of
Sin.
(1) In the first place, then, let us notice that
Sin is a Power, and a power which concerns Life.
There is an old poem which bears the curious
title of "Strife in Heaven," the idea of which is something like this. The poet
supposes himself to be walking in the streets of the New Jerusalem, when he
comes to a crowd of saints engaged in a very earnest discussion. He draws near,
and listens. The question they are discussing is, Which of them is the greatest
monument of God's saving grace. After a long debate, in which each states his
case separately, and each claims to have been by far the most wonderful trophy
of God's love in all the multitude of the redeemed, it is finally agreed to
settle the matter by a vote. Vote after vote is taken, and the list of
competition is gradually reduced until only two remain. These are allowed to
state their case again, and the company stand ready to join in the final vote.
The first to speak is a very old man. He begins by saying that it is a mere
waste of time to go any further; it is absolutely impossible that God's grace
could have done more for any man in heaven than for him. He tells again how he
had led a most wicked and vicious life--a life filled up with every conceivable
indulgence, and marred with every crime. He has been a thief, a liar, a
blasphemer, a drunkard, and a murderer. On his deathbed, at the eleventh hour,
Christ came to him and he was forgiven. The other is also an old man who says,
in a few words, that he was brought to Christ when he was a boy. He had led a
quiet and uneventful life, and had looked forward to heaven as long as he could
remember.
The vote is taken; and, of course, you would say
it results in favour of the first. But no, the votes are all given to the
last. We might have thought, perhaps, that the one who led the reckless,
godless life--he who had lied, thieved, blasphemed, murdered; he who was saved
by the skin of his teeth, just a moment before it might have been too late--had
the most to thank God for. But the old poet knew the deeper truth. It required
great grace verily to pluck that withered brand from the burning. It required
depths, absolutely fathomless depths, of mercy to forgive that veteran in sin
at the close of all those guilty years. But it required more grace to keep that
other life from guilt through all those tempted years. It required more grace
to save him from the sins of his youth, and keep his Christian boyhood pure, to
steer him scathless through the tempted years of riper manhood, to crown his
days with usefulness and his old age with patience and hope. Both started in
life together; to one grace came at the end, to the other at the beginning. The
first was saved from the guilt of sin, the second from the power of sin as
well. The first was saved from dying in sin. But he who became a Christian in
his boyhood was saved from living in sin. The one required just one great act
of love at the close of life; the other had a life full of love,--it was a
greater salvation by far. His soul was forgiven like the other, but his life
was redeemed from destruction.
The lesson to be gathered from the old poet's
parable is that sin is a question of power as much as a question of guilt,--
that salvation is a question of Life perhaps far more than a question of Death.
There is something in every man's life which he needs saving from, something
which would spoil his life and run off with it into destruction if let alone.
This principle of destruction is the first great fact of Sin--its
power.
Now any man who watches his life from day to day,
and especially if he is trying to steer it towards a certain moral mark which
he has made in his mind, has abundant and humiliating evidence that this Power
is busily working in his life. He finds that this Power is working against him
in his life, defeating him at every turn, and persistently opposing all the
good he tries to do. He finds that his natural bias is to break away from God
and good. Then he is clearly conscious that there is an acting ingredient in
his soul which not only neutralizes the inclination to follow the path which he
knows to be straightest and best, but works continually and consistently
against his better self, and urges his life onwards towards a broader path
which leads to destruction.
Now it was this road which David had in his mind
when he thanked God that his life had been redeemed, or kept back from
destruction. It was a beaten track we may be sure in those times, as it is
to-day, and David knew perfectly well when he penned these words that God's
hand had veritably saved him from ending his life along that road. It was not
enough in summing up his life in his old age, and calling upon his soul to
bless the Lord for all His benefits, to thank Him simply for the forgiveness of
his sins. God has done far more for him than forgive him his sins. He has
redeemed his life from destruction. He has saved him from the all but
omnipotent power of Sin. What that power was, what that power might have
become, how it might have broken loose and wrecked his life a thousand times,
let those who remember the times when it did break loose in David's life,
recall. How little might we have guessed that there was anything in the
psalmist's life to make him thank God at its close for keeping it back from
destruction. Brought up in the secluded plains of Bethlehem, and reared in the
pure atmosphere of country innocence, where could the shepherd lad get any
taint of sin which could develop in after years to a great destroying power?
And yet he got it-- somehow, he got it. And even in his innocent boyhood, the
fatal power lurked there, able enough, willing enough, vicious enough, to burst
through the boundaries of his life and wreck it ere it reached its prime. All
the time he was walking with God; all the time he was planning God's temple;
all the time he was writing his holy Psalms--which make all men wonder at the
psalmist's grace; while he was playing their grave sweet melody upon his harp
in the ear of God, the power of sin was seething and raging in his breast,
ready to quench the very inspiration God was giving him, and ruin his religion
and his soul for evermore. God kept His hand, we may be sure, through David's
life, on the springs of David's sin; and there was nothing so much to thank God
for, in taking the retrospect of his eventful course, than that his life had
been redeemed from this first great fact of Sin.
David's salvation, to round off the point with an
analogy from the old poet, was a much more wonderful thing than, say, the dying
thief's salvation. David cost grace far more than the dying thief. The dying
thief only needed dying grace. David needed living grace. The thief only needed
forgiving grace; David needed forgiving grace and restraining grace. He needed
grace to keep in his life, to keep it from running away. But the thief needed
no restraining grace. The time for that was past. His life had run away. His
wild oats were sown, and the harvest was heavy and bitter. Destruction had come
upon him already in a hundred forms. He had had no antidote to the power of
sin, which runs so fiercely in every vein of every man, and he had destroyed
himself. His character was ruined, his soul was honey-combed through and
through with sin. He could not have joined in David's psalm that his life was
saved from destruction. His death was, and the wreck of his soul was, but his
life was lost to God, to the world, and to himself. His life had never been
redeemed as David's was; so David was the greater debtor to God's grace, and
few men have had greater reason than he to praise God in old age for redeeming
their life from destruction.
Yes, there is more in salvation than forgiveness.
And why? Because there is more in sin than guilt. "If I were to be forgiven
to-day," men who do not know this say, "I should be as bad as ever to-morrow."
No, that is based on the fallacy, it is based on the heresy, that there is no
more for a man in religion than forgiveness of sins. If there were not, I say
it with all solemnity, it would be very little use to me. It would have been
little use to a man like David . And David's life would have been incomplete,
and David's psalm would have been impossible, had he not been able to add to
the record of God's pardon the record of God's power in redeeming his life from
destruction. We have all thanked God for the dying thief-- have we ever thanked
God for redeeming our life from destruction? Destruction is the natural
destination of every human soul. It is as natural for our soul to go downward
as for a stone to fall to the ground. Do we ever thank God for redeeming our
soul from that? And when we thank God we are saved, do we mean we are saved
from hell, or do we think sometimes how He has rescued our life from the
destroying power of sin?
(2) The Stain of Sin.
The power of sin could never run through a man's
life without leaving its mark behind. Nothing in the world ever works without
friction. A mountain torrent digs a glen in the mountain side; the sea cuts a
beach along the shore; the hurricane leaves a thousand fallen witnesses behind
to mark its track. And the great river of sin, as it rolls through a human
life, leaves a pile of ruins here and there as melancholy monuments to show
where it has been. Nature, with all its strength, is a wonderfully delicate
machine, and everything has its reaction somewhere and some time. Nothing is
allowed to pass, and nothing has so appalling a reaction upon every one and
everything as sin.
History is an undying monument of human sin. The
most prominent thing on its pages are the stains--the stains of sin which time
has not rubbed out. The history of the world, for the most part, has been
written in the world's blood; and all the reigns of all its emperors and kings
will one day be lost in one absorbing record of one great reign--the one long
reign of sin. As it has been with history so it is in the world to-day. The
surface of society is white with leprosy. Take away the power of sin to-morrow,
the stain of sin remains. Whatever the world may suffer from want of conviction
of the guilt of sin, it will never be without conviction of its stain. We see
it in one another's lives. We see it in one another's faces. It is the stain of
the world's sin that troubles the world's conscience. It is the stain of the
world's sin that troubles philanthropy; that troubles the Parliament of the
country; that troubles the Press of the country. It is the stain of the world's
sin especially that is making a place in literature for this word sin. It is
this side of sin that is absorbing the finest writing of the day; that is
filling our modern poetry; that is making a thousand modern books preach the
doctrine of Retribution, which simply means the doctrine of the stain of sin.
Society is not wise enough to see the power of sin, or religious enough to see
the guilt of sin; but it cannot fail to see the stain of sin. It does not care
for the power or the guilt of sin; it cares for the stain of sin, because it
must. That troubles society. That lies down at its doors, and is an eyesore to
it. It is a loathsome thing to be lying there, and society must do something.
So this is what it does with it: on one corner it builds a prison--this will
rid the world of its annoyance. In another corner it plants a madhouse--the
sore may fester there unseen. In another it raises an hospital; in a fourth it
lays out a grave-yard. Prisons, mad-houses, hospitals --these are just so much
roofing which society has put on to hide the stain of sin. It is a good thing
in some ways that sin has always its stain. Just as pain is a good thing to
tell that something is wrong, so the stain of sin may be a good thing to tell
that the power has broken loose. Society might never trouble itself if it were
not for the stain. And in dealing with the stain of sin it sometimes may do a
very little to maim its power. But it is a poor, poor remedy. If it could only
see the power and try to deal with that--try to get God's grace to act on that,
the world might be redeemed from destruction after all. But it only sees the
stain when it is too late--the stain which has dropped from the wound after the
throat of virtue has been cut. Surely, when the deed is done, it is the least
it can do to remove the traces of the crime.
But one need not go to society or history to see
the stains of sin. We see it in one another's lives and in our own lives. Our
conscience, for instance, is not so quick as it might have been-- the stains of
sin are there, between us and the light. We have ignored conscience many a time
when it spoke, and its voice has grown husky and indistinct. Our intellectual
life is not so true as it might have been--our intellectual sins have stained
it and spoilt our memory, and taken the edge off our sympathy, and filled us
with suspicion and one-sided truths, and destroyed the delicate power of
faith.
There are few more touching sights than to see a
man in mature life trying to recover himself from the stains of a neglected
past. The past itself is gone; but it remains in dark accumulated stains upon
his life, and he tries to take them off in vain. There was a time once, when
his robe was white and clean. "Keep your garment unspotted from the world,"
they said to him, the kind home-voices, as he went out into life. He remembers
well the first spot on that robe. Even the laden years that lie between have no
day so dark--no spot now lies so lurid red upon his soul as that first sin.
Then the companion stain came, for sins are mostly twins. Then another, and
another, and many more, till count was lost, and the whole robe was patterned
over with sin-stains. The power of God has come to make a new man of him, but
the stains are sunk so deeply in his soul that they are living parts of him
still. It is hard for him to give up the world. It is hard for him to be pure.
It is hard for him to forget the pictures which have been hanging in the
galleries of his imagination all his life--to forget them when he comes to
think of God; to forget them when he kneels down to pray; to forget them even
when he comes to sit in church. The past of his life has been all against him;
and even if his future is religious, it can never be altogether unaffected by
the stain of what has been. It is the stain of sin which makes repentance so
hard in adult life, which yields the most impressive argument to the young to
remember their Creator in their youth. For even "the angels," says Ruskin, "who
rejoice over repentance, cannot but feel an uncomprehended pain as they try and
try again in vain whether they may not warm hard hearts with the brooding of
their kind wings."
But if the stain of sin is invisible in moral and
intellectual life, no one can possibly be blind to it in bodily life. We see it
in one another's lives, but more than that, we see it in one another's faces.
Vice writes in plain characters, and all the world is its copybook. We can read
it everywhere and on everything around, from pole to pole. The drunkard, to
take the conspicuous example, so stains his bodily life with his sin that the
seeds of disease are sown which, long after he has reformed, will germinate in
his death. If all the drunkards in the world were to be changed to-morrow, the
stains of sin in their bodies even would doubtless bring a large majority--in a
few years, less or more--to what was after all really a drunkard's grave.
There is a physical demonstration of sin as well
as a religious; and no sin can come in among the delicate faculties of the
mind, or among the coarser fibres of the body, without leaving a stain, either
as a positive injury to the life, or, what is equally fatal, as a
predisposition to commit the same sin again. This predisposition is always one
of the most real and appalling accompaniments of the stain of sin. There is
scarcely such a thing as an isolated sin in a man's life. Most sins can be
accounted for by what has gone before. Every sin, so to speak, has its own
pedigree, and is the result of the accumulated force, which means the
accumulated stain of many a preparatory sin.
Thus when Peter began to swear in the High
Priest's palace it was probably not the first time Peter swore. A man does not
suddenly acquire the habit of uttering oaths; and when it is said of Peter,
"Then began he to curse and to swear, it does not at all mean by "then" and
"began" that he had not begun it long ago. The legitimate inference is, that in
the rough days of his fisherman's life, when the nets got entangled perhaps, or
the right wind would not blow, Peter had come out many a time with an oath to
keep his passion cool. And now, after years of devoted fellowship with Christ,
the stain is still so black upon his soul that he curses in the very presence
of his Lord. An outbreak which meets the public eye is generally the climax of
a series of sins, which discretion has been able, till then, to keep out of
sight. The doctrine of the stain of sin, has no exceptions; and few men, we may
be sure, can do a suddenly notorious wrong without knowing something in private
of the series to which it belongs.
But the most solemn fact about this stain of sin
is that so little can be done for it. It is almost indelible. There is a very
solemn fact about this stain of sin--it can never be altogether blotted out.
The guilt of sin may be forgiven, the power of sin may be broken, but the
stains of sin abide. When it is said, "He healeth our diseases," it means
indeed that we may be healed; but the ravages which sin has left must still
remain. Small-pox may be healed, but it leaves its mark behind. A cut limb may
be cured, but the scar remains for ever. An earthquake is over in three
minutes, but centuries after the ground is still rent into gulfs and chasms
which ages will never close. So the scars of sin on body and mind and soul live
with us in silent retribution upon our past, and go with us to our graves.
And the stain does not stop with our
lives. Every action of every man has an ancestry and a posterity in other
lives. The stains of life have power to spread. The stains of other lives have
crossed over into our lives, stains from our lives into theirs. "I am a part,"
says Tennyson, "of all that I have met." A hundred years hence we all must live
again--in thoughts, in tendencies, in influences, perhaps in sins and stains in
other lives. The sins of the father shall be visited on the children. The
blight on the vicious parent shall be visited on the insane offspring. The
stain on the intemperate mother shall reappear in the blasted lives of her
drunken family. Finer forms of sin reappear in the same way--of companion on
companion, of brother on sister, of teacher on pupil. For God Himself has made
the law, that the curse must follow the breach; and even He who healeth our
diseases may never interfere with the necessary stain of a sinful life.
"Take my influence," cried a sinful man, who was
dying; "take my influence, and bury it with me." He was going to be with
Christ, his influence had been against Him; he was leaving it behind. As a
conspirator called by some act of grace to his sovereign's table remembers with
unspeakable remorse the assassin whom he left in ambuscade at his king's palace
gate, so he recalls the traitorous years and the influences which will plot
against his Lord when he is in eternity. Oh, it were worth being washed from
sin, were it only to escape the possibility of a treachery like that. It were
worth living a holy and self-denying life, were it only to "join the choir
invisible of those immortal dead who live again in lives made better by their
presence."
(3) But now, lastly, we come to the third great
fact of Sin, its Guilt. And we find ourselves face to face with the
greatest question of all, "What has God to say to all this mass of Sin?"
Probably every one will acknowledge that his life
bears witness to the two first facts of Sin. Starting with this admission, a
moment's thought lands us in a greater admission. We all acknowledge sin.
Therefore we must all acknowledge ourselves to be guilty. Whether we feel it or
no, Guilt is inseparable from Sin. Physical evil may make a man sorry, but
moral evil makes him guilty. It may not make him feel guilty --we are
speaking of facts--he is guilty. So we are guilty for our past lives. We
may be sorry for the past. But it is not enough that we are sorry, we are
guilty for the past. We are more than sinners, we are criminals. This is where
the literary conception of Sin is altogether defective and must be
supplemented. It knows nothing, and can teach nothing, of the guilt of a
sinner's soul. It is when we come to God that we learn this. God is our Father,
but God is our Judge. And when we know that, our sin takes on a darker
colouring. It grows larger than our life, and suddenly seems to be infinite.
The whole world, the whole universe, is concerned in it. Sin only made us
recoil from ourselves before; now it makes God recoil from us. We are out of
harmony with God. Our iniquities have separated us from God, and in some
mysterious way we have come to be answerable to Him. We feel that the Lord has
turned and looked upon us as He looked at Peter, and we can only go out and
weep bitterly.
If these experiences are foreign to our souls, we
must feel our sense of guilt when we come to look at Christ. Christ could not
move through the world without the mere spectacle of His life stirring to their
very depths the hearts of every one whose path He crossed. And Christ cannot
move through the chambers of our thoughts without the dazzling contrast to
ourselves startling into motion the sense of burning shame and sin. But, above
all, Christ could not die upon the cross without witnessing to all eternity of
the appalling greatness of human guilt. And it is the true climax of conviction
which the prophet speaks of: "They shall look on Me whom they have pierced, and
they shall mourn."
This conviction of Sin, in this the deepest
sense, is not a thing to talk about, but to feel. And when it is felt, it
cannot be talked about. It is too deep for words. It comes as an unutterable
woe upon the life, and rests there, in dark sorrow and heaviness, till Christ
speaks Peace.
Such, in outline, are the three facts of Sin.
They are useful in two ways: they teach us ourselves, and they teach us God. It
is along these three lines that you will find salvation. Run your eye along the
first--the power of Sin--and you will understand Jesus. "Thou shalt call His
name Jesus, for He shall save His people from their sins." Look at the
second--the stain of Sin--and you will understand the righteousness of Christ.
You will see the need of the One pure life. You will be glad that there has
been One who has kept His garment unspotted from the world.
Look at the third, and you will see the Lamb of
God taking away the Sin of the world. You will understand the Atonement. You
will pray:--
Let the water and
the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
"Who
forgiveth all thine iniquities;
Who healeth all thy diseases;
Who redeemeth thy life from destruction."--Ps.
ciii. 3, 4.
SUPPLEMENT TO "THE THREE FACTS OF SIN"
LAST Sabbath we were engaged with the
three facts of Sin. To-day we come to the three facts of Salvation.
The three facts of Sin were:--
1. The Guilt of Sin--"Who forgiveth all thine
iniquities."
2. The Stain of Sin--"Who healeth all thy
diseases."
3. The Power of Sin--"Who redeemeth thy life
from destruction ."
And now we come to the three facts of
Salvation--the emphasis on the first words of each clause instead of the
last.
1. He forgiveth. 2. He healeth. 3. He
redeemeth.
Every one who comes into the world experiences
less or more of the three facts of Sin; and every one is allowed to live on in
the world mainly that he may also experience the three great facts of
Salvation. God keeps the most of us alive from day to day with this one object.
Sin has got hold of us, and He is giving us time--time for grace to get the
upper hand of it, time to work out the three facts of Salvation in our lives
with fear and trembling against the three facts of sin. Our being, therefore,
lies between these two great sets of facts, the dark set and the bright: and
life is just the battlefield on which they fight it out. If the bright side
win, it is a bright life--saved. If the dark side, it is a dark life--lost.
We have seen how the three dark facts have
already begun to work upon our life; and that they are not only working at our
life, but sapping it, and preying upon it every hour of the day. And now we
stand face to face with the question which is wrung out from our life by the
very sin which is destroying it, "What must I do to be saved?"
The first fact about which we ask this
question--to begin once more with the fact which most conspicuously concerns
life-- is the fact of the power of Sin. What must I do to be saved from the
Power of Sin? What most of us feel we really want religion to do for us, though
it is not the deepest experience, is to save us from something which we feel in
our life--a very terrible something which is slowly dragging our life downward
to destruction. This something has gained an unaccountable hold upon us; it
seems to make us go wrong whether we will or no, and instead of exhausting
itself with all the attempts it has made upon our life in the past, it seems to
get stronger and stronger every day. Even the Christian knows that this strange
wild force is just at his very door, and if he does not pray tomorrow morning,
for instance, before the day is out it will have wrought some mischief in his
life. If he does not pray, in the most natural way in the world, without any
effort of his own, without even thinking about it, this will necessarily come
to the front and make his life go wrong. Now, wherever this comes from, or
whatever it is, it is a great fact, and the first practical question in
religion that rises to many a mind is this, "What must I do to be saved from
this inevitable, and universal, and terrible fact of Sin?"
We have probably all made certain experiments
upon this fact already, and we could all give some explanation, at least, of
what we are doing to be saved.
If some of us were asked, for instance, what was
our favourite fact of Salvation for resisting the Power of Sin, we might say
the fact that we were doing our best. Well, it is a great thing for any man to
be doing his best. But two questions will test the value of this method of
resisting the power of sin. In the first place, How is your best doing? In the
second place, Do you think you could not do better? As to how your best is
doing, you would probably admit that, in fact, if you were to be candid, has
not been much to boast of after all. And as regards your not doing better you
might also admit that in some ways, perhaps, you could. The fact of Salvation
then is evidently a poor one, as far as results are concerned, and may be
judiciously laid aside.
Then another experiment people try to break the
power of sin is to get thoroughly absorbed in something else--business, or
literature, or some favourite pursuit. It is in our spare hours sin comes to
us, and we try to have no sin by having no spare hours. But our very
preoccupation may then be one continuous sin. And besides, if a man have no
spare hours, he will have spare minutes, and sin comes generally in a minute.
Most sins, indeed, are done in minutes. They take hours to execute, it may be;
but in a moment the plot is hatched, the will consents, and the deed is done.
Preoccupation then is clearly no saviour.
Then there are others who withdraw from the world
altogether, to break with sin, and life the solitary life of the recluse. But
they forget that sin is not in the sinful world without, but in the sinful
heart within, and that it enters the hermit's solitary cell as persistently as
the wicked world around. So solitude comes to be no saviour.
And there are still others who take refuge in
religiousness-- in going to church, for instance, and in religious society and
books. But there is not necessarily any more power to resist sin within the
four walls of a church or the pages of a religious book, than between the walls
of a theatre or the covers of a novel. There may be less temptation there, not
necessarily more power. For there is no strength in mere religious ceremonies
to cancel the power of sin, and many a man proves this, after years and years
of church, by wakening to find the power of sin in his breast unchanged, and
breaking out, perhaps, in every form of vice. Neither is religiousness,
therefore, any escape from the dominion of Sin.
And lastly, some of us have resort to doctrines.
We have got the leading points of certain doctrines worn into our minds, and
because these have a religious name we are apt to think they have also a
religious power. In reality, while dealing with the theory of Sin, we may leave
the power to resist it untouched. And many a pen has been busy with a book on
the doctrine of Sin while the life which employed it was going to destruction
for want of salvation from its power.
There is one doctrine especially with which the
word salvation is most often connected and to which many look for their
deliverance from the power of indwelling Sin. And it may seem a startling
statement to make, but it will emphasize a distinction which cannot be too
clearly drawn, that even the Atonement itself is not the answer to the
question, "What must I do to be saved from the power of Sin?" The answer
entirely depends on the Atonement, but it is not the Atonement. The Atonement
is not the fact of salvation which saves the sinner from the power of
Sin. If you believed in the Atonement to-day, if you were absolutely assured
that your past sins were all forgiven, that would be no criterion that you
would not be as bad as ever again to-morrow. The Atonement, therefore, is not
the fact which deals with the power of sin. The Atonement deals with a point.
We are coming to that. Just now we are talking of a life. We are looking out
for something which will deal with something in our life--something which will
redeem our life from destruction. And a man may believe the Atonement whose
life is not redeemed from destruction.
You have gone out into the country on a summer
morning, and as you passed some little rustic mill, you saw the miller come out
to set his simple machinery agoing for the day. He turned on the sluice, but
the water-wheel would not move. Then, with his strong arm, he turned it once or
twice, then left it to itself to turn busily all the day. It is a sorry
illustration in detail, but its principle means this, that the Atonement is the
first great turn as it were which God gives in the morning of conversion to the
wheel of the Christian's life. Without it nothing more would be possible: alone
it would not be enough. The water of life must flow in a living stream all
through the working day and keep pouring its power into it ceaselessly till the
life and the work are done.
Now, practically everything in salvation depends
upon the clearness with which this great truth is recognized. Sin is a power in
our life: let us fairly understand that it can only be met by another power.
The fact of Sin works all through our life: the fact of Salvation which is to
counteract it, must act all through life. The death of Christ, which is the
Atonement, reconciles us to God, makes our religion possible, puts us in the
way of the power which is to come against our Sin and deliver our life from
destruction. But the Water of Life, which flows from the life of Christ, is the
power itself. He redeemeth my life, by His life, from destruction. This is the
power, Paul says, which redeemed his life from destruction. Christ's life, not
His death, living in his life, absorbing it, impregnating it, transforming it:
"Christ," as he confessed, "in me." And this, therefore, is the meaning of a
profound sentence in which Paul states the true answer to the question, What
must I do to be saved? records this first great fact of salvation and pointedly
distinguishes it from the other. "If when we were enemies we were reconciled to
God by the death of His Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be
saved by His life" (Rom. v. 10).
"We shall be saved by His life," says Paul. Paul
meant no disrespect to the Atonement when he said, "We shall be saved by His
life." He was bringing out in relief one of the great facts of Salvation. If
God gives atoning power with one hand, and power to save the life from
destruction with the other, there is no jealousy between. Both are from God. If
you call the one justification and the other sanctification, God is the author
of them both. If Paul seems to take something from the one doctrine and add it
to the other, he takes nothing from God. Atonement is from God. Power to resist
Sin is from God. When we say we shall be saved by the death of Christ, it is
true. When Paul says, "We shall be saved by His life," it is true. Christ is
all and in all, the beginning and the end. Only when we are speaking of one
fact of Sin, let us speak of the corresponding fact of grace. When the thing we
want is power to redeem our life from destruction, let us apply the gift which
God has given us for our life, and for guilt the gift for guilt. When an
Israelite was bitten in the wilderness, he never thought of applying manna to
the wound. The manna was for his life. But he did think of applying the brazen
serpent. The manna would never have cured his sin; nor would the brazen serpent
have kept him from starving. Suppose he had said, "Now I am healed by this
serpent, I feel cured, and I need not eat this manna any more. The serpent has
done it all, and I am well." The result would have been, of course, that he
would have died. The man to be sure was cured, but he has to live, and if he
eats no manna his life must languish, go to destruction, die. Without taking
any trouble about it, simply by the inevitable processes of nature, he would
have died. The manna was God's provision to redeem his life from destruction,
after the serpent had redeemed it from death. And if he did nothing to stop the
natural progress of destruction, in the natural course of things, he must die.
Now there is no jealousy between these two things--the manna is from God and
the serpent is from God. But they are different gifts for different things. The
serpent gave life, but could not keep life; the manna kept life, but could not
give life. Therefore, the Israelites were saved by the serpent, but they did
not try to eat the serpent.
To apply this to the case in hand. The Atonement
of Christ is the brazen serpent. Christ's life is the manna--the bread of life.
Our sins are not forgiven by bread, nor are our lives supported by death. Our
life is not redeemed from destruction by the Atonement, nor kept from day to
day from the power of Sin by the Atonement. Our life is not redeemed from
destruction by the death of Christ, nor kept from day to day by the death of
Christ. But we are saved, as Paul says, by His life. We cannot live upon death.
Mors janua vitae--death is the gate of life. And after we have entered
the gateway by the death of Christ, we shall be saved by His life.
It is one thing, therefore, to be saved by the
death of Christ, and another to be saved by His life; and while both
expressions are correct, to talk of being saved by the death of Christ is not
so scriptural as to talk of being saved by the life of Christ; and Paul, with
his invariable conciseness on important points, has brought out the facts of
salvation with profound insight in the pregnant antithesis already quoted,
"When we were enemies we were reconciled by the death of Christ, now we shall
be saved by His life."
The first fact of Salvation, therefore, which is
to be brought to bear upon the first great fact of Sin, is not our own efforts,
our own religiousness, our own doctrine, the Atonement, or the death of Christ,
but the power of the life of Christ. He redeemeth my life from destruction.
How? By His life. This is the fact of Salvation. It takes life to redeem
life--power to resist power. Sin is a ceaseless, undying power in our life. A
ceaseless, undying power must come against it. And there is only one such power
in the universe--only one, which has a chance against Sin: the power of the
living Christ. God knew the power of Sin in a human soul when He made so great
provision. He knew how great it was; He calculated it. Then He sent the living
Christ against it. It is the careful and awful estimate of the power of Sin.
God saw that nothing else would do. It would not do to start our religion, and
then leave us to ourselves. It would not do with hearts like ours, yearning to
sin, to leave us with religiousness or moral philosophy or doctrine. Christ
must come Himself, and live with us. He must come and make His abode with us.
So that when we live it shall be not we that live, but Christ living in us, and
the life which we are now living in the flesh must be lived by the power of the
Son of God.
What, then, must I do to be saved? Receive the
Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved. Slave of a thousand sins, receive
the Lord Jesus Christ into thy life, and thy life, thy far-spent life, shall
yet be redeemed from destruction. Receive the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou who
hast lived in the far famine land shalt return and live once more by thy
Father's side. Thou seekest not a welcome to thy Father's house--of thy welcome
thou hast never been afraid. But thou seekest a livelihood; thou seekest
power. Thou seekest power to be pure, to be true, to be free from the
power of Sin. "What must I do to be saved from that? What power will free me
from that?" The power of the living Christ. "As many as received Him, to them
gave He power to become the sons of God." "Power to become the sons of
God"--the great fact of salvation. Receive the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou
shalt be saved.
Christ, therefore, is the Power of God unto
salvation--the counter-fact to the Power of Sin unto destruction. Christ is the
Way--He is also the Truth and the Life. This power, this life, is within
our reach each moment of our life; as near, as free, as abundant as the air we
breathe. A breath of prayer in the morning, and the morning life is sure. A
breath of prayer in the evening, and the evening blessing comes. So our life is
redeemed from destruction. Breath by breath our life comes into us. Inch by
inch it is redeemed. So much prayer to-day-- so many inches redeemed to-day. So
much water of life to-day --so many turns of the great wheel of life to-day.
Therefore, if we want to be saved--whosoever will, let him take of the water of
life freely. If you want to be saved, breathe the breath of life. And if you
cannot breathe, let the groans which cannot be uttered go up to God, and the
power will come. To all of us alike, if we but ask we shall receive. For God
makes surpassing allowances, and He will do unto the least of us exceeding
abundantly above all that we ask or think.
Secondly, and more briefly, the second
fact of Sin is the Stain of Sin, the second fact of Salvation, "He healeth all
thy diseases." The stain of Sin is a very much more complicated thing even than
the power of Sin; and that for this reason--that most of it lies outside our
own life. If it only lay in dark blotches upon our own life, we might set to
work to rub it out. But it has crossed over into other lives all through the
years that have gone, and left its awful mark -- our mark, on every soul
we touched since the most distant past.
A young man once lay upon his deathbed. He was a
Christian, but for many days a black cloud had gathered upon his brow. Just
before his last breath, he beckoned to the friends around his bed. "Take my
influence," he said, "and bury it with me." He stood on the very threshold of
glory. But the stain of sin was burning hot upon his past. Bury his influence
with him! No, his influence will remain. His life has gone to be with God, who
gave it; but his influence--he has left no influence for Christ. His future
will be for ever with the Lord. The unburied past remains behind, perhaps, for
ever to be against him. The black cloud which hangs over many a dying brow
means the stain of an influence lost for Christ--means with many a man who dies
a Christian, that though his guilt has been removed and his life redeemed from
destruction, the infection of his past lurks in the world still, and his
diseases fester in open sore among all the companions of his life.
What must I do to be saved from the stain of Sin?
Gather up your influence, and see how much has been for Christ. Then undo all
that has been against Him. It will never be healed till then. This is the
darkest stain upon your life. The stain of Sin concerns your own soul, but that
is a smaller matter. That can be undone--in part. There are open sores enough
in our past life to make even heaven terrible. But God is healing them. He is
blotting them from His own memory and from ours. If the stains that were there
had lingered, life would have been a long sigh of agony. But salvation has come
to your soul. God is helping you to use the means for repairing a broken life.
He restoreth thy soul, He healeth all thy diseases. But thy brother's soul, and
thy brother's diseases? The worst of thy stains have spread far and wide
without thyself; and God will only heal them, perhaps, by giving you grace to
deal with them. You must retrace your steps over that unburied past, and undo
what you have done. You must go to the other lives which are stained with your
blood-red stains and rub them out. Perhaps you did not lead them into their
sin; but you did not lead them out of it. You did not show them you were a
Christian. You left a worse memory with them than your real one. You pretended
you were just like them--that your sources of happiness were just the same. You
did not tell them you had a power which kept your life from Sin. You did not
take them to the closet you had at home, and let them see you on your knees,
nor tell them of your Bible which was open twice a day. And all these negatives
were stains and sins. It is a great injustice to do to any one we know--the
worst turn we could do a friend, to keep the best secret back, and let him go
as calmly to hell as we are going to heaven.
If we cannot bury our influence, thank God if
here and there we can undo it still. The other servant in the kitchen, the
clerk on the next stool, the lady who once lived in the next house, we must go
to them, by the grace of God, and take the stain away. And let the thought that
much that we have done can never be undone, that many whose lives have suffered
from our sins have gone away into eternity with the stains still unremoved that
when we all stand round the throne together, even from the right hand of the
judgment seat of Christ, we may behold on the left among the lost the stains of
our own sin, still livid on some soul--let this quicken our steps as we go to
obliterate the influence of our past, and turn our fear into a safeguard as we
try to keep our future life for Christ.
The second fact of salvation, therefore, is to be
effected by God in part and by ourselves in part. By God as regards ourselves;
by God and ourselves as regards others. He is to heal our diseases, and we are
to spread the balm He gives us wherever we have spread our Sin.
Lastly, the third great fact of Sin is
Guilt--the third fact of Salvation is Forgiveness. "He forgiveth all thine
iniquities." The first question we asked came out of our life; the second
mostly from our memory; but the third rises up out of conscience.
Our first cry, as we looked at our future, was,
"Where can I get power?" Now we are looking at our past, and the question is,
"Where can I get pardon?" The questions which conscience sends up to us are
always the deepest questions. And the man who has never sent up the question;
"Where can I get pardon?" has never been into his conscience to find out the
deepest want he has. It is not enough for him to look lifeward; he must also
look Godward. And it is not enough to discover the stain of his past, and cry
out, "I have sinned." But he must see the guilt of his life and cry, "I have
sinned against God." The fact of salvation which God has provided to
meet the fact of guilt, although it is the most stupendous fact of all, only
comes home to man when he feels a criminal and stands, like a guilty sinner,
for pardon at God's bar.
It is enough for him then to invoke God's
strength against the power of Sin. Just as the fact which meets the guilt of
Sin, as we have seen, can never meet the power of Sin, so the fact which meets
the power of Sin can never meet the fact of guilt: manna was what was required
for a man's life; but it was no use against his guilt. It is nothing that he
makes a good resolution not to do wrong any more, that he asks Christ to come
and live with him and break the power of Sin, and redeem his life from
destruction. God has something to say to him before that. Something must happen
to him before that. He must come and give an account of himself before that.
The good resolution is all very laudable for the days to come, but what about
the past? God wants to know about the past. It maybe convenient for us to
forget the past, but God cannot forget it. We have done wrong, and wrong-doing
must be punished. Wrong-doing must be punished--must; this is involved
in one of the facts of Sin. Therefore the punishment of wrong-doing must be
involved in one of the facts of salvation. It is not in the first two. It must
be somewhere in this.
Now the punishment of Sin is death. "In the day
that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die." Therefore death is the
punishment which must be in one of the facts of salvation. It was not in the
other two. It must be somewhere in this. It will not meet the case if the
sinner professes his penitence and promises humbly never to do the like again.
It will not meet the case if he comes on his knees to apologise to God, and ask
Him simply to forget that he has sinned, or beg Him to have pity on the
misfortunes of his past. God did not say, "In the day thou eatest thereof I
will pity thy misfortunes. In the day thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely
apologise, or thou shalt surely repent." But "in the day thou
eatest thereof thou shalt surely die." So death, and nothing less than
death, must be in the fact of salvation from the guilt of sin, if such
salvation is to be.
This fact, this most solemn necessity understood
and felt, the rest is plain. We all know who deserved to die. We all know Who
did die. We know we were not wounded for our transgressions, we
were not bruised for our iniquities. But we know Who was. The Lord hath not
dealt with us according to our iniquities; but we know with Whom He has. We
know Who bare our sins in His own body on the tree--One who had no sins of His
own. We know Who was lifted up like the serpent in the wilderness--He who died,
the just for the unjust. If we know this, we know the great fact of Salvation,
for it is here.
It only remains to answer one question more. How
is a poor sinner to make this great fact his? And the answer is, by trusting
Christ. He has nothing else wherewith to make it his. The Atonement is a fact.
Forgiveness is a fact. Let him believe it. He does not understand it. He is not
asked to understand it. The proper way to accept a fact is to believe it; and
Whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life. It is
well to understand it, and you may try to understand it, if you can, but till
then you must believe it. For it is a fact, and your understanding it will not
make it less or more a fact. The death of Christ will always be a fact.
Forgiveness of sins will always be a fact. You accept the facts of sin: accept
the facts of grace. The Atonement, you say, confuses you. You do not understand
its bearings; the more you think and hear and read, the more mysterious it
becomes. And well it may, well it may!
A student went to a professor of theology not
long ago, and asked him how long it took him to understand the Atonement. He
answered, all his life. Thinking perhaps there might be some mistake, the young
man went to another professor, who taught the very doctrine in his class. "How
long did it take you, sir," he asked, "to understand the Atonement?" The
professor thought a moment, and looked him in the face. "Eternity," he
said, "Eternity; and I shall not understand it then."
We have been dealing to-day with facts; we need
not be distressed if we do not understand them. God's love--how could we? God's
forgiveness--how could we? "He forgiveth all mine iniquities." It is a fact.
What proof could commend itself if God's fact will not do? Verify the fact as
you may, find out as much about it as you may; only accept it--accept it first.
You are keeping your life waiting while you are finding out about it. You are
keeping your salvation waiting. And it is better to spend a year in ignorance
than live a day unpardoned. You are staining other lives while you are waiting:
your influence is against Christ while you are waiting, and it is better to
spend your life in ignorance than let your influence be against Christ. Most
things in religion are matters of simple faith. But when we come to the
Atonement, somehow we all become rationalists. We want to see through it and
understand it--as if it were finite like ourselves, as if it could ever be
compassed by our narrow minds--as if God did not know that we never could
fathom it when He said, "Believe it," instead of "Understand it." We are not
rationalists when we come to the love of God, or to faith, or to prayer. We do
not ask for a theory of love before we begin to love, or a theory of prayer
before we begin to pray. We just begin. Well, just begin to believe in
forgiveness. When they brought the sick man once to Jesus, He just said, "Man,
thy sins are forgiven thee," and the man just believed it. He did not ask, "But
why should you forgive me, and how do you mean forgive me? and I don't see any
connection between your forgiveness and my sin." No; he took the fact.
"Immediately he rose up, and departed to his own house, glorifying God."
The fact is, if we would come to Christ just now, we should never ask any
questions. Our minds would be full of Him. We should be in the region of
eternal facts, and we should just believe them. At least, we should believe
Him; and He is the Saviour, the sum of all the facts of Salvation--the
one Saviour from all the facts of Sin. If you will not receive Salvation as a
fact, receive the Lord Jesus Christ as a gift--we ask no questions about a
gift. Receive the Lord Jesus Christ as a gift, and thou shalt be saved from the
power and the stain and the guilt of Sin, for His is the power and the glory.
Amen.
"Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be
born again."--JOHN iii. 7.
EVERY man comes into the world wrapped in an
atmosphere of wonder--an atmosphere from which his whole after-life is a
prolonged effort to escape. The moment he opens his eyes this sense of wonder
is upon him, and it never leaves him till he closes them on the greatest
wonder--Death. Between these wonders, the first awaking and the last sleep, his
life is spent-- a long-drawn breath of mystery.
This sense of wonder is not an evil thing,
although it is a thing to escape from. It is one of God's earliest gifts, and
one of God's best gifts; but its usefulness to childhood or to manhood depends
on the mind escaping from wonder into something else--on its passing out from
wonder into knowledge. Hence God has made the desire to escape as natural to us
as the desire to wonder.
Every one has been struck with the wonderment of
a little child; but its desire to escape out of wonderment is a more marvellous
thing. Its wonder becomes to it a constant craving for an entrance into the
rest of information and fact. Its eager questionings, its impatience of its own
ignorance, its insatiable requests for knowledge, these are alike the symptoms
of its wonder and the evidences of its efforts to escape. And although, in
adult life, the developed man is too cautious or too proud to display his
wonder like the child, it is there in its thin disguise as inquiry, or
investigation, or doubt. And there is no more exuberant moment in a man's life
than when this wonder works until it passes into truth, when reason flashes a
sudden light into a groping mind, and knowledge whispers, "Marvel
not!"
There are three possible ways in which different
minds attempt to escape from this sense of wonder. They take refuge in
knowledge, or in mystery, or in ignorance. The first of these, knowledge,
satisfies the sense of wonder. The second, mystery, deepens it. The third,
ignorance, crushes it. Marvel not at all, says ignorance, because you cannot
know at all. Marvel more, says mystery, because you cannot know more. Marvel
not, says knowledge, because you know enough. Christ in our text says,
"Marvel not."
It is the custom with most people, on every
subject except one, to let their wonder escape in the last and only reasonable
way--knowledge. The exception is Religion. Men will not trouble themselves with
thorough knowledge about it. They protest it is too marvellous. When a man
wonders at anything secular, he proceeds to inquire about it, and takes refuge
in information. But when he wonders at anything sacred, he is wont to take
refuge in mystery which is just his wonder deepened, or in ignorance, which is
just his wonder neglected. Religion has been always treated by the world as if
it contained no human, commonsense principles; and however right it may be to
rank it on a platform by itself, it has probably suffered as much from having
been regarded as too exclusively supernatural, as too exclusively natural. Men
who would be very much ashamed to confess ignorance in secular things, have no
scruples in saying, "I do not know" in religious things. Men who would consider
it intellectual treason to permit their minds to be put off with inexactness or
evasion in an intellectual question, feel it no disloyalty, on encountering a
religious difficulty, to pass it by on the other side. The inscrutableness of
God is made a veil for the neglect of God, the divine infinity becomes a plea
for human ignorance, and the spirituality of the laws of heaven an excuse for
failure and irresponsibility on earth. So there are times when Christ has to
put His finger on this wonder, and tell us to wonder not.
Of all the subjects which men have found it
convenient to banish into these regions of the unknowable, none suffer so
frequently as this question of the being born again. The elements of mystery
which are supposed to cluster about it are reckoned an ample excuse for even
the most intelligent minds not trying to understand it, and more than a
justification of any one who makes the attempt and fails.
The famous Rabbi, indeed, who was honoured with
all this immortal discourse on Regeneration is a case in point. He was just on
the verge of losing himself in this most treasonable despair. Never was man
more puzzled than Nicodemus at the initial statement of this truth. Never was
man's sense of wonder more profoundly excited, never more in danger of losing
itself in the mazes of mystery, never nearer taking the easy escape of drowning
itself in ignorance, than when Jesus rallied the escaping faculties of the
Jewish ruler by the message, "Marvel not." The background working of
that mind during its strange night-interview with Christ is full of suggestion
and meaning. Twice already during the conversation had the great Teacher said
in substance, "Ye must be born again." And one of the strongest intellects of
its time stood literally petrified before the words. Nicodemus first tries to
summon courage and frame a wondering question in reply: "How can a man be born
when he is old?"--less a question, perhaps, than a soliloquy of his own. He has
heard the great Teacher's statement, and he thinks upon it aloud, turning it
over in his calm Hebrew mind till his very question returns upon himself and
plunges him in deeper wonderment than before: "How can a man be born again when
he is old?"
Next time he will venture no remark, and the
Teacher's words fall uninterrupted on the puzzled scholar's ear: "Except a man
be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God." He has given him the key to
it. But Nicodemus sees it not. He seems to have plunged into a dream. His
reverie has deepened till he stands absorbed in thought, with down-turned eyes,
before his Master. Jesus stands by in silence, and reads the wonder and
perplexity in the gathering blackness of his brow. Nicodemus is despairing,
perhaps. He is going to give it up. He is utterly baffled with the strange turn
the conversation has taken. There is no satisfaction to be got from this
clandestine meeting after all, and puzzled, and beaten, and crestfallen, he
prepares to take his leave. But Jesus will not let the divine sense of wonder
be aroused to end like this. It must end in knowledge, not in ignominy. It must
escape into spiritual truth, not into intellectual mystery. So He says, "Wonder
not; Marvel not. Here is nothing so very mysterious that I cannot make you
know. You will understand it all if you come and think of it. You need not
marvel that I said, `Ye must be born again.' "
Thus Jesus saved Nicodemus from relapsing into
ignorance of the greatest truth the world had known till then, or lulling his
wonder to sleep for ever in mystery or despair.
Now for the sake of those of us who have been
tempted to pause--where Nicodemus so nearly lost himself--on the threshold of
this truth: for the sake of those of us who have almost felt drawn into the
intellectual sin of drowning our wonder at this truth in despair of it, let us
ask ourselves very shortly why Christ said, "Marvel not." And it may be
convenient in following up the subject from this side in a few words, to divide
the answer into three short heads.
I. "Marvel not"--as if it were
unintelligible.
II. "Marvel not"--as if it were impossible.
III. "Marvel not"--as if it were unnecessary.
To begin with the first of these:--
I. Marvel not--as if it were unintelligible.
There is nothing more unintelligible in the world than how a soul is
born again. There is nothing more intelligible than that it is. We can
understand the fact, however, without necessarily understanding the act. The
act of being born again is as mysterious as God. All the complaints which have
been showered upon this doctrine have referred to the act--the act with which
we have really nothing to do, which is a process of God, the agency of the
unseen wind of the Spirit, and which Jesus Himself has expressly warned us not
to expect to understand. "Thou canst not tell," He said, "whence it cometh or
whither it goeth."
But there is nothing to frighten search in this.
For precisely the same kind of mystery hangs over every process of nature and
life. We do not understand the influence of sunshine on the leaves of a flower
at this spring-time, any more than we do the mysterious budding of spiritual
life within the soul; but botany is a science for all that.
We do not give up the study of chemistry as
hopeless because we fail to comprehend the unseen laws which guide the delicate
actions and reactions of matter. Nor do we disbelieve in the influence of food
on the vital frame because no man has found the point exactly at which it
passes from dead nourishment into life. We do not avoid the subject of
electricity because electricity is a mystery, or heat because we cannot see
heat, or meteorology because we cannot see the wind. Marvel not then, from the
analogy of physical nature, if, concerning this Spirit of Regeneration, we
cannot tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth. It is not on that account
unintelligible that a man should be born again.
If we care again to take the analogy from the
moral and intellectual nature, the same may be said with even greater emphasis.
The essence of Regeneration is a change from one state to another--from an old
life to a new one. Spiritually, its manifestation is in hating things once
loved, or loving things once hated. God is no longer avoided, but worshipped;
Christ no longer despised, but trusted.
Now, intellectually, changes at least in some way
similar are happening every day. You rose up yesterday, bitterly opposed, let
us say, to such and such a scheme. You were so strong in your opinion that
nothing would ever shake you. You would never change, you said--you never
could. But you met a friend, who began to talk about it. You listened, then
wavered, then capitulated. You allowed yourself to be talked round, as you
expressed it. You were converted to the other side. And in the evening
your change of mind was so complete that you were literally born again--you
were literally another man; you were in a new world of ideas, of interests, of
hopes, with all the old dislikes in that special connection reversed, and the
old loves turned into hates.
Something like this goes on, only with a higher
agency, in the Regeneration of the soul. Hence it is called by similar names--a
change of heart, or a turning round or a conversion to the other side. And just
as talking round will change a man's opinion or convert him intellectually, so
turning round by the Spirit of God will change his heart or convert him
spiritually. When you are told, therefore, that your heart may be changed by
the Spirit, even as your mind was changed by your friend, marvel not, as
if it were unintelligible. What a few hours' conversation could do in making
you love the side you hated, and hate the side you loved, marvel not at what
more the power of God could do in turning round your being from the old life to
the new. And one might even press the analogy a little further, and add, if a
few minutes' conversation with a fellowman overturned the stubborn mountain of
your mind, how much more should a few minutes' conversation with Christ--such
as Nicodemus had, and which overthrew his strongest Messianic views, and
changed the current of his life for ever from that hour-- change your life the
moment it touched you?
To Nicodemus, indeed, even the conception itself
of being born again should have seemed no mystery. It was already a familiar
thought in another sense to every Jewish heart-- nothing more or less, indeed,
than one of the common political phrases of the day. The custom in these times
was to regard as unclean the foreigner who came to reside in a Jewish town. He
was held at arm's length; he was a man of different caste, the Jew had no
dealings with the Samaritan. But if he wished to leave his gods and share the
religious hopes and civil privileges of the Jews, there was one way out of the
old state into the new--just one way--he must be born again. He was baptized
with water, and passed through certain other rites, till finally reckoned
clean, when he became as truly one of the chosen people as if he had been the
lineal son of Abraham. And the process of initiation from the Gentile world
into the kingdom of the Jew was called a Regeneration, or a being born again.
There was nothing, therefore, in the thoughtful consideration of the New Birth
for the Jew to marvel at. "Art thou a Master in Israel," Jesus might well ask,
"and understandest not these things?" A Master in Israel stumbling at an
every-day illustration, marvelling as if it were unintelligible! "Marvel not
that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again."
What the Jews did to a stranger in admitting him
to their kingdom corresponds exactly with what we do in our process of
naturalization. Naturalization--spiritualisation if we would be exactly
accurate--is the idea, then, expressed in the "born again" of Christ: and when
we trace the expression back to its setting in Jewish politics, it yields the
beautiful conception that God calls man--the foreigner, the stranger, the
wanderer--to forsake the far country, and having been purified by initiatory
rites from all uncleanness, to be translated into the kingdom of His dear Son.
And though there may be, indeed, reasons why we should be so slow to understand
it, and regions of rightful wonder in the deeper workings of the thought which
we have not yet explored, there is at least this much clear, that we need
not marvel as if it were unintelligible.
II. Marvel not--as if it were impossible. There
is a name for God which men, in these days, have many temptations to
forget--God the Creator of heaven and earth. It was the name, perhaps,
by which we first knew God--God had made our earth, our house; God had made us.
He was our Creator-- God. We thought God could make anything then, or do
anything, or do everything. But we lost our happy childhood's faith; and now we
wonder what things God can do, as if there were many things He could not.
But there is one thing we have little difficulty
in always referring to the creating hand of God--life. No one has ever
made life but God. We call Him the Author of life, and the Author of life is a
wondrously fertile author. He makes much life--life in vast abundance. There is
nothing so striking in nature as the prodigality--the almost reckless
prodigality--of life. It seems as if God delighted Himself in life. So the
world is filled with it. In the woods, in the air, in the ocean-bed, everywhere
teeming life, superabundance of life, which God has made.
Well, if God can give life, He can surely add
life. Regeneration is nothing in principle but the adding of more life. It is
God adding life to life--more life to a man who has some life. The man has life
which God gave him once; but part of him --the best part of him--is dead. His
soul is dead in trespasses and sins. God touches this, and it lives. Even as
the body was dead and God breathed upon it till it lived, so God will breathe
upon the soul, and more life and better life will come.
So there is nothing impossible in being born
again, any more than there is the impossible in being born at all. What did
Christ come into the world for? To give life, He said, even more abundant life.
And Christ giving life--that is Regeneration. It was not more knowledge
Nicodemus wanted, though he thought so, but more life; and the best proof that
life was possible was that life was granted. So the best proof of the
Christianity is a Christian; the best proof of Regeneration is a man who has
been regenerated. Can a man be born again when he is old? Certainly. For it has
been done. Think of Bunyan the sinner and Bunyan the saint; think of Newton the
miscreant and Newton the missionary; think of Paul the persecutor and Paul the
apostle; and marvel not, as if it were impossible that a man should be born
again.
III. Marvel not--as if it were unnecessary.
Regeneration is more than intelligible and possible--it is necessary, to enter
the kingdom of God. "Except a man be born again, he cannot see the
kingdom of God." Jesus says it is necessary. A man cannot see the
kingdom of God except he be born again. He not only cannot enter it; Jesus says
he cannot see it. It is actually invisible to him. This is why the world
says of religion, "We do not understand it; we do not make it out; we do not
see it." No, of course they do not see it; they cannot see it;
first, it is necessary to be born again.
When men come into the world, they are born
outside of the kingdom of God, and they cannot see into it. They may go round
and round it, and examine it from the outside, and pass an opinion on it. But
they are no judges. They are not seeing what they are speaking about. For that
which is born of spirit is spirit, that which is born of flesh is flesh; and
they can only give a criticism which is material on a thing which is spiritual.
Therefore the critical value of a worldly man's opinion on religious matters is
nothing. He is open to an objection which makes his opinion simply
ludicrous--he is talking about a thing which he has never seen. So far as one's
experience of religion goes, Regeneration makes all the difference. It is as if
some one had been standing outside some great cathedral. He has heard that its
windows are of stained glass and exceeding beautiful. He walks all round it and
sees nothing but dull, unmeaning spaces--an iron grating over each, to
intensify the gloom that seems to reign within. There is nothing worth seeing
there, but everything to repel. But let him go in. Let him see things from the
inside. And his eye is dazzled with the gorgeous play of colours; and the
miracles and the parables are glowing upon the glass; and the figure of Jesus
is there, and the story of His love is told on every pane--and there are choirs
of angels, and cherubim and seraphim, and an altar where, in light which is
inaccessible, is God.
So let a man enter into the kingdom of
heaven--let a man be born again and enter--and he will see the kingdom
of God. He will see the miracles and the parables which were meaningless,
colourless once; he will see the story of the Cross, which was a weariness and
an offence; he will see the Person of Christ and the King in His beauty, and
beholding as in a glass the glory of the Only begotten, he shall be changed
into the same image from glory to glory. Marvel not if it is necessary, to see
all this, that he must be born again.
Within this great world there are a number of
little worlds, to which entrance is only attainable by birth. There is the
intellectual world, for instance, which requires the birth of brains; and the
artistic world, which requires the birth of taste; and the dramatic world,
which requires the birth of talent; and the musical world, which requires the
gift of harmony and ear. A man cannot enter the intellectual world except he
have brains, or the artistic world except he have taste. And he cannot make or
find brains or taste. They must be born in him. A man cannot make a poetical
mind for himself. It must be created in him. Hence "the poet is born--not
made," we say. So the Christian is born, not made.
There remains one other and imperative protest
against Regeneration being unnecessary. Human nature demands Regeneration as if
it were necessary. No man who knows the human heart or human history
will marvel as if it were unnecessary that the world must be born again. Every
other conceivable measure has been tried to reform it. Government has tried it,
Philosophy has tried it, Philanthropy has tried it, and failed. The heart--the
national heart or the individual heart--remains deceitful above all things and
desperately wicked. Reformation has been of little use to it; for every
reformation is but a fresh and unguaranteed attempt to do what never has been
done. Reconstruction has been of little use to it; for reconstruction is an
ill-advised endeavour to rebuild a house, which has fallen a thousand times
already with the same old bricks and beams. Man has had every chance from the
creation to the present moment to prove that Regeneration was not the one
necessity of the world--and, again, has utterly failed.
We are still told, indeed, that all the world
needs is just to get a start. Once set a man on his feet, or a universe, with a
few good guiding principles. Give human nature fair play, and it must win in
the end. But no. The experiment has been tried. God tried it Himself. It was
fairly done, and it failed. The wickedness of man had waxed great throughout
the land. So God said He would destroy all living flesh, and select a picked
few of the best inhabitants to start the world afresh. A fair experiment. So
all the world was drowned except a little nucleus in an ark--the picked few who
were to found Utopia, who were to reconstruct the universe, who were to begin
human life again, and make everything so much better than it was before. But
the experiment failed. The picked few failed. Their children failed. Their
children's children failed. Things got no better; only worse, perhaps, and
worse; and no man ever really knew the cause till Jesus told the world that it
must--absolutely and imperatively must--be born again.
If human nature makes it necessary, much more
does the Divine nature. When Christ shall present His Church to God, it must be
as a spotless Bride. In that eternal kingdom saints are more than subjects:
they are the companions of the King. They must be a select number. They must be
a highborn company. Marvel not if you and I are to be there--as if it were
unnecessary that we must be born again. "Lord, who shall abide in Thy
tabernacle--who shall dwell in Thy holy hill? He that hath clean hands and a
pure heart." "There shall in no wise enter into it anything that defileth."
Marvel not as if it were unnecessary that our robes should be washed white.
Marvel not, as if it were unintelligible.
Marvel not, as if it were impossible.
Marvel not, as if it were unnecessary that ye
must be born again.
But marvel if you are. Marvel if you are not.
Marvel that you may be to-day.
"And the Lord turned, and looked upon Peter
....and Peter went out, and wept bitterly."--LUKE xxii. 61, 62.
EVERY man at some time in his life has fallen.
Many have fallen many times; few, few times. And the more a man knows his life
and watches its critical flow from day to day, the larger seems to grow the
number of these falls, and the oftener reaches out to God his penitential
prayer, "Turn yet again, O Lord!"
We have all shuddered before this as we read the
tale of Peter's guilt. Many a time we have watched the plot as it thickens
round him, and felt the almost unconscious sympathy which betrayed of itself
how like the story was to one that had sometimes happened with ourselves. And
we knew, as we followed the dreary stages of his fall, that the same well-worn
steps had been traced since then by every human foot. How Peter could have
slept in the garden, when he should have watched and prayed, all men who have
an inner history can understand. The faithlessness that made him follow Christ
far off, instead of keeping at his Master's side, not the best of us will
challenge. For we too know what it is sometimes to get out of step with Christ.
We shall be the last to stop and ask his business in that worldly company who
warmed themselves by the fire. And none who know that the heart is deceitful
above all things, will wonder that this man who had lived so long in the inner
circle of fellowship with Christ, whose eyes were familiar with miracles, who
was one of that most select audience who witnessed the glory of the
transfiguration--that this man, when his ears were yet full of the most solemn
words the world had ever heard, when his heart was warm still with
Communion-table thoughts, should have turned his back upon his Lord, and,
almost ere the sacramental wine was dry upon his lips, have cursed Him to His
face. Such things, alas! are not strange to those who know the parts in the
appalling tragedy of sin.
But there is a greater fact in Peter's life than
Peter's sin-- a much less known fact--Peter's penitence. All the world are at
one with Peter in his sin; but not all the world are with him in his penitence.
Sinful Peter is one man, and repentant Peter is another; and many who kept his
company along these worn steps to sin have left him to trace the tear-washed
path of penitence alone. But the real lesson in Peter's life is the lesson in
repentance. His fall is a lesson in sin which requires no teacher, but his
repentance is a great lesson in salvation. And Peter's penitence is full of the
deepest spiritual meaning to all who have ever made Peter's discovery--that
they have sinned.
The few words which form the pathetic sequel to
the tale of Peter's sin may be defined as the "ideal progress of Christian
penitence." They contain materials for the analysis of the most rare and
difficult grace in spiritual experience. And lying underneath these two simple
sentences are the secrets of some of the most valuable spiritual laws. We find
here four outstanding characteristics of the state of penitence:
(1) It is a divine thing. It began with
God. Peter did not turn. But "the Lord turned and looked upon Peter."
(2) It is a very sensitive thing. A look
did it. "The Lord looked upon Peter."
(3) It is a very intense thing. "Peter
went out and wept bitterly."
(4) It is a very lonely thing. "Peter went
out"--out into the quiet night, to be alone with his sin and God.
These are characteristic not only of the
penitential state, but of all God's operations on the soul.
(1) To take the first of these, we find that the
beginning of this strange experience came from God. It was not Peter who
turned. The Lord turned and looked upon Peter. When the cock crew, that might
have recalled him to himself. But he was just in the very act of sin. And when
a man is in the thick of his sin his last thought is to throw down his arms and
repent. So Peter never thought of turning, but the Lord turned; and when Peter
would rather have looked anywhere else than at the Lord, the Lord looked at
Peter. And this scarce-noticed fact is a great sermon to every one who
sins--that the Lord turns first.
Now the result of this distinction is this: that
there are two kinds of sorrow for sin. And these are different in their origin,
in their religious value, and in their influence on our life. The commoner kind
is when a man does wrong, and, in the ordinary sense of the word, is sorry that
he has done it. We are always easier in such a case when this sorrow comes. It
seems to provide a sort of guarantee that we are not disposed to do the same
again, and that our better self is still alive enough to enter its protest
against the sin the lower self has done. And we count this feeling of reproach
which treads so closely on the act as a sort of compensation or atonement for
the wrong. This is a kind of sorrow which is well known to all who examine
themselves, and in any way struggle with sin. It is a kind of sorrow which is
coveted by all who examine themselves; which gives relief to what is called a
penitential heart, and lends a fervour to many a penitential prayer. But it is
a startling truth that there is no religion in such a state. There is no
real penitence there. It may not contain even one ingredient of true
repentance. It is all many know of repentance, and all many have for
repentance. But it is no true sorrow for sin. It is wounded self-love. It is
sorrow that we were weak enough to sin. We thought we had been stronger men and
women, and when we were put to the test we found to our chagrin that we had
failed. And this chagrin is what we are apt to mistake for penitence. But it is
no Divine gift of grace, this penitence--it is merely wounded pride--sorrow
that we did not do better, that we were not so good as ourselves and our
neighbours thought. It is just as if Peter turned and looked upon Peter. And
when Peter turns and looks upon Peter, he sees what a poor, weak creature Peter
is. And if God had not looked upon Peter he might have wept well-nigh as
bitterly, not because he had sinned against his God, but because he, the great
apostle, had done a weak thing--he was weak as other men.
The fit of low spirits which comes to us when we
find ourselves overtaken in a fault, though we flatter ourselves to reckon it a
certain sign of penitence, and a set-off to the sin itself which God will
surely take into account, is often nothing more than vexation and annoyance
with ourselves, that, after all our good resolutions and attempts at
reformation, we have broken down again.
Contrast for a moment with such a penitence the
publican's prayer of penitence in the temple. It was no chagrin nor wounded
pride with him. And we feel as we read the story that the Lord must have turned
and looked upon the publican, when he cried "God"--as if God were looking right
down into the man's eyes--"God be merciful to me, a sinner!" Stricken before
his God, this publican had little thought of the self-respect he had lost, and
felt it no indignity to take the culprit's place and be taught the true
divinity of a culprit's penitence.
Now it will be seen at once that the difference
between the publican's penitence and the first-named sorrow is just the
difference between the divine and the human. The one is God turning and looking
upon man, the other is man turning and looking upon himself. There is no wrong
in a man turning and looking upon himself--only there is danger. There is the
danger of misinterpreting what he sees and what he feels. What he feels is the
mortification, the self-reproach of the sculptor who has made an unlucky stroke
of the chisel; the chagrin of the artist who has spoilt the work of weeks by a
clumsy touch. Apart altogether from religion we must feel mortified when we do
wrong. Life, surely, is a work of art; character-building, soul-culture are the
highest kind of art; and it would be strange indeed if failure passed
unresented by the mind.
But what is complained of is not that it passes
unresented by the mind, but that it passes unresented by the soul. Penitence of
some sort there must be, but in the one case it is spiritual, in the other
purely artistic. And the danger is the more subtle because the higher the
character is the more there must necessarily be of the purely artistic
penitence.
The effect is, that self gets in to what ought to
be the most genuine experience of life, makes the most perfect imitation of it,
and transforms the greatest opportunities for recovery into the basest ministry
to pride. The true experience, on the other hand, is a touching lesson in human
helplessness; teaching how God has to come to man's relief at every turn of his
life, and how the same Hand which provides his pardon has actually to draw him
to the place of penitence.
It is God looking into the sinner's face that has
introduced a Christian element into human sorrow. And Paul, in making the
Christian vocabulary, had to coin a word which was strange to all the
philosophies of the world then, and is so still, when he joined the conceptions
of God and sorrow into one, and told us of the Godly sorrow which has the
marvellous virtue of working repentance not to be repented of. And it is this
new and sacred sorrow which comes to sinful men as often as the Lord turns and
looks upon their life; it is this which adds the penitential incense to the
sacrifice of a broken and contrite heart. That was a great distinction which
Luke brings out, in the prodigal's life, between coming to himself and coming
to his father. "He came to himself," and then "he came to his father." So we
are always coming to ourselves. We are always finding out, like the prodigal,
the miserable bargains we have made. But it is only when we come to our Father
that we can get them undone and the real debt discharged.
(2) But now, secondly, we come to the
sensitiveness of penitence. Or rather, perhaps, we should talk of the
sensitiveness of the penitent human soul. The Lord turned and looked upon
Peter. There is nothing more sensitive in all the world than a human soul which
has once been quickened into its delicate life by the touch of the divine. Men
seldom estimate aright the exquisite beauty and tenderness of a sinner's heart.
We apply coarse words to move it, and coarse, harsh stimulants to rouse it into
life. And if no answer comes we make the bludgeon heavier and the language
coarser still, as if the soul were not too fine to respond to weapons so blunt
as these. There is coarseness in the fibres of the body, and these may be moved
by blows; and there is coarseness in human nature, and that may be roused with
threats; but the soul is fine as a breath, and will preserve, through misery
and cruelty and sin, the marvellous delicacy which tells how near it lies to
the spirit of God who gave it birth. Peter was naturally, perhaps, the coarsest
of all the disciples. Our picture of him is of a strong-built, sun-tanned
fisherman, robust, and fearless in disposition, quick-tempered and rash, a man
who would bluster and swear--as we know he did--a wild man who had the making
of a memorable sinner had not God made him a memorable saint. But inside this
wild breast there lay a most lovely and delicate plant--the most tender plant,
perhaps, but one which God had growing on the earth. With His own hand He had
placed it there. With His own breath He nourished it from day to day; and
already the storms in the wild breast were calmed and tempered for the holy
flower which had begun to send a perfume through even coarse Peter's life. It
always purifies a man to have a soul, and there is no such beauty of character
as that which comes out in unconscious ways from a life made fine by Christ.
So God did not thunder and lighten to make Peter
hear His voice. God knew that though Peter was blustering and swearing with his
lips, there was dead silence in his soul. A whisper at that moment--that moment
of high-strung feeling--a whisper even was not fine enough in its touch for
this exquisitely sensitive spirit; so the Lord turned and looked. A
look, and that was all. But it rent his heart as lightning could not, and
melted into his soul.
There is a text in the Psalms which uses the
strange expression, the gentleness of God. We wonder sometimes when God
is so great, so terrible in majesty, that He uses so little violence with us,
who are so small. But it is not His way. His way is to be gentle. He seldom
drives; but draws. He seldom compels; but leads. He remembers we are dust. We
think it might be quicker work if God threatened and compelled us to do right.
But God does not want quick work, but good work. God does not want slave work,
but free work. So God is gentle with us all--moulding us and winning us many a
time with no more than a silent look. Coarse treatment never wins souls. So God
did not drive the chariot of His omnipotence up to Peter and command him to
repent. God did not threaten him with thunderbolts of punishment. God did not
even speak to him. That one look laid a spell upon his soul which was more than
voice or language through all his after life.
Here, then, are two great lessons--the gentleness
of God, and the gentleness of the soul--the one as divine a marvel as the
other. God may be dealing with us in some quiet way just now and we not knowing
it. So mysteriously has all our life been shaped, and so unobtrusive the
fingers which mould our will, that we scarce believe it has been the hand of
God at all. But it is God's gentleness. And the reason why God made Peter's
heart sensitive, and yours and mine, was to meet this gentleness of His.
Yes; we misunderstand God altogether, and
religion, if we think God deals coarsely with our souls. If we ask ourselves
what things have mainly influenced our life, we find the answer in a few silent
voices which have preached to us, and winds which passed across our soul so
gently that we scarce could tell when they were come or gone. The great
physical forces of the world are all silent and unseen. The most ponderous of
all-- gravitation--came down the ages with step so noiseless that centuries of
wise men had passed away before an ear was quick enough to detect its footfall.
And the great spiritual forces which startle men into thoughts of God and
right, which make men remember, in the rush of the world's life, that they have
souls, which bring eternity near to us, when time is yet sweet and young, are
not so much the warnings from the dead who drop at our side, nor the threats of
judgment to come, nor the retributions of the life that is; but still small
voices, which penetrate like Peter's look from Christ, and turn man's sensitive
heart to God. The likeness of a long-dead mother's face; the echo of a
children's hymn laden with pure memories, coming over the guilty years which
lie between; the fragments of an old, forgotten text--these are the messengers
which Heaven sends to call the world to God.
Let those who are waiting for Christ to thunder
at their door before they will let Him in, remember that the quiet service of
the Sabbath Day, and the soft whisper of text and Psalm, and the plaint of
conscience, and the deep, deep heart-wish to be whole, are Christ's ways of
looking for them. Let workers for Christ remember this. Let those who try to
keep their influence for Christ, ponder Christ's methods of influence. Let
those who live in the shade, whose lives are naturally bounded by timidity and
reserve, be glad that, in the genius of Christianity, there is a place for even
the Gospel of the Face. And let those who live in the battle, when coarser
weapons fail, discern the lesson of Elijah: "A great and strong wind rent the
mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not
in the wind: and after the wind, an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the
earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire:
and after the fire a still small voice" (I Kings xix. 11).
(3) Thirdly and briefly, for the truth is
obvious, we learn from Peter's recovery that spiritual experience is intense.
Peter wept bitterly. And this short sentence for ever settles the question of
emotion in religion. When the Lord turned and looked upon Peter, and memory
crushed into one vivid moment the guilt of those never-to-be-forgotten hours,
what else could Peter do than weep bitterly? Let memory so work on any of our
lives to-day, and let the eye of the Eternal bring the naked truth from out our
past, and let us ask if "bitterly" is a word too strong to express the agony of
God's discovery of our sin. Much need, indeed, had Peter to weep bitterly; and
if there are no bitter tears betimes in our religious life, it is not because
we have less of Peter's sin, but little of Peter's grace.
It is vain to console ourselves by measuring, as
we try to do, the small size of the slips we make as compared with his. There
is such a thing in the world as a great sin, but there is no such thing as a
small sin. The smallest sin is a fall, and a fall is a fall from God, and to
fall from God is to fall the greatest height in the universe. The publicity of
a sin has nothing to do with its size. Our fall last week, or yesterday, or
to-day, was just as great, perhaps, as Peter's fall, or David's, or Noah's, or
Jacob's, or the many private sins which history has made public examples, or
the Bible placed as beacons to all the race.
Every sin that was ever done demands a bitter
penitence. And if there is little emotion in a man's religion, it is because
there is little introspection. Religion without emotion is religion without
reflection. Let a man sit calmly down to think about his life. Let him
think how God has dealt with him since ever he lisped God's name. Let him add
to that how he has dealt with God since ever he could sin. And as he turns over
the secrets of his past, and forgotten sins come crowding one by one into his
thoughts, can he help a strong emotion rising in his heart, and shedding itself
in tears? Yes; religion without emotion is religion without reflection. And,
conversely, the man who gives himself to earnest thought upon his ways will
always have enough emotion to generate religious fervour in his soul.
Only let religious emotion run in the right
channel, let it work itself out in action and not in excited feeling, let it be
something more than nervous agitation or a mere selfish fear and there is no
experience more purifying to the soul. No doubt it was a great thing for Peter
that he wept bitterly, and no doubt from the bitterness of that night of
penitence came much of the sweetness that hallowed his after life.
(4) Fourthly, and lastly, penitence is a lonely
thing. Peter went out. When the Lord turned, He looked upon Peter. No
one else noticed the quiet glance that was exchanged. But it did its work. It
singled out one man in a moment, and cut him off from all the rest of the
world. "And Peter went out." And there was no man beneath the firmament
of God that night so much alone as Peter with his sin.
Men know two kinds of loneliness, it has been
said,--a loneliness of space and a loneliness of spirit. The fisherman in his
boat on the wide sea knows loneliness of space. But it is no true loneliness.
For his thoughts have peopled his boat with forms of those he loves. But
Peter's was loneliness of spirit. A distance wider than the wide sea cut off
the denier from all fellowship of man, and left him to mourn alone.
When God speaks He likes no other voice to break
the stillness but His own. And hence the place that has always been given to
solitude in all true religious life. It can be overdone, but it can be grossly
underdone. And there is no lesson more worth insisting on in days like ours
than this, that when God wants to speak with a man He wants that man to be
alone. And God develops the germ of the recluse enough in all true Christian
hearts to see that it is done. "Talent forms itself in solitude," says the
German poet; "character amidst the storms of life." And if religious character
is developed and strengthened in the battle of the world, it is no less true
that religious talents are cultivated in quiet contemplation and communion
alone with God. Than the worshippers who do all their religion in public there
are none more profoundly to be pitied; and he who knows not what it is to go
out from the crowd sometimes and be alone with God is a stranger to the most
divine experience that comes to sanctify a Christian's heart.
But what gave the beauty to Peter's loneliness
was this-- that he took God's time to be alone. Peter's penitence was not only
an intense thing and a lonely thing, it was an immediate thing. Peter need not
have gone out that time. He might have stood where he was, and braved it out.
God has looked at us when we were sinning; and we did not do as Peter did. He
lost no time between his penitence and his sin. But we spoil the grace of our
penitence many a time by waiting till the sin grows old. We do it on purpose.
Time seems to smooth the roughness off our sin and take its bitterness away.
And we postpone our penitence till we think the edge is off the sharpness of
the wrong. As if time, as if eternity could ever make a sinner's sin less
black. Sin is always at its maximum. And no man ever gets off with penitence
at its minimum. The time for penitence is just the time when we have sinned.
And that perhaps is now. Peter's penitence came sharp upon his sin. It was not
on his death-bed nor in his after life. But just when he had sinned. Many a man
who postpones his penitence till he cannot help it, postpones his penitence
till it cannot help him, and will not see the Lord turning till He turns and
looks upon him in judgment. Then, indeed, he goes out to weep. But it is out
into that night which knows no dawn.
Such are the lessons from Peter's penitence. Just
one word more.
When God speaks He speaks so loud that all the
voices of the world seem dumb. And yet when God speaks He speaks so softly that
no one hears the whisper but yourself. To-day, perhaps, as the service has gone
on, the Lord has turned and looked on some one here. And the soul of some one
has gone out to weep. No one noticed where the Lord's glance fell, and no one
knows in the church that it was--you. You sit there in your wonted
place. But your spirit is far away just now, dealing with some old sin, and God
is giving you a lesson Himself--the bitterest, yet the sweetest lesson of your
life, in heartfelt penitence. Come not back into the crowd till the Lord has
turned and looked on you again, as He looked at the thief upon the cross, and
you have beheld the "glory of the love of God in the face of Jesus."
"A man after mine own heart, who shall fulfil
all my will."-- ACTS xiii. 22.
A BIBLE STUDY ON THE IDEAL OF A CHRISTIAN
LIFE
No man can be making much of his life who has not
a very definite conception of what he is living for. And if you ask, at random,
a dozen men what is the end of their life, you will be surprised to find how
few have formed to themselves more than the most dim idea. The question of
the summum bonum has ever been the most difficult for the human mind to
grasp. What shall a man do with his life? What is life for? Why is it given?
These have been the one great puzzle for human books and human brains; and
ancient philosophy and mediaeval learning and modern culture alike have failed
to tell us what these mean.
No man, no book save one, has ever told the world
what it wants; so each has had to face the problem in his own uncertain light,
and carry out, each for himself, the life that he thinks best.
Here is one who says literature is the great
thing--he will be a literary man. He lays down for himself his ideal of a
literary life. He surrounds himself with the best ideals of style; and with his
great ambition working towards great ends, after great models, he cuts out for
himself what he thinks is his great life work. Another says the world is the
great thing--he will be a man of the world. A third will be a business man; a
fourth, a man of science. And each follows out his aim.
And the Christian must have a definite aim and
model for his life. These aims are great aims, but not great enough for him.
His one book has taught him a nobler life than all the libraries of the rich
and immortal past. He may wish to be a man of business, or a man of science,
and indeed he may be both. But he covets a nobler name than these. He will be
the man after God's own heart. He has found out the secret philosophy never
knew, that the ideal life is this--"A man after Mine own heart, who shall
fulfil all My will." And just as the man of the world, or the literary man,
lays down a programme for the brief span of his working life, which he feels
must vanish shortly in the Unknown of the grave, so much more will the
Christian for the great span of his life before it arches over into
eternity.
He is a great man who has a great plan for his
life--the greatest who has the greatest plan and keeps it. And the Christian
should have the greatest plan, as his life is the greatest, as his work is the
greatest, as his life and his work will follow him when all this world's is
done.
Now we are going to ask to-day, What is the true
plan of the Christian life? We shall need a definition that we may know it, a
description that we may follow it. And if you look, you will see that both, in
a sense, lie on the surface of our text. "A man after Mine own heart,"--here is
the definition of what we are to be. "Who shall fulfil all My will,"--here is
the description of how we are to be it. These words are the definition and the
description of the model human life. They describe the man after God's own
heart. They give us the key to the Ideal Life.
The general truth of these words is simply this:
that the end of life is to do God's will. Now that is a great and surprising
revelation. No man ever found that out. It has been before the world these
eighteen hundred years, yet few have even found it out to-day. One man will
tell you the end of life is to be true. Another will tell you it is to deny
self. Another will say it is to keep the Ten Commandments. A fourth will point
you to the Beatitudes. One will tell you it is to do good, another that
it is to get good, another that it is to be good. But the end of
life is in none of these things. It is more than all, and it includes them all.
The end of life is not to deny self, nor to be true, nor to keep the Ten
Commandments--it is simply to do God's will. It is not to get good nor be good,
nor even to do good--it is just what God wills, whether that be working or
waiting, or winning or losing, or suffering or recovering, or living or
dying.
But this conception is too great for us. It is
not practical enough. It is the greatest conception of man that has ever been
given to the world. The great philosophers, from Socrates and Plato to Immanuel
Kant and Mill, have given us their conception of an ideal human life. But none
of them is at all so great as this. Each of them has constructed an ideal human
life, a universal life they call it, a life for all other lives, a life for all
men and all time to copy. None of them is half so deep, so wonderful, so
far-reaching, as this: "A man after Mine own heart, who shall fulfil all My
will."
But exactly for this very reason it is at first
sight impracticable. We feel helpless beside a truth so great and eternal. God
must teach us these things. Like little children, we must sit at His feet and
learn. And as we come to Him with our difficulty, we find He has prepared two
practical helps for us, that He may humanize the lesson and bring it near to
us, so that by studying these helps, and following them with willing and humble
hearts, we shall learn to copy into our lives the great ideal of God.
The two helps which God has given us are
these:
I. The Model Life realized in Christ, the living
Word.
II. The Model Life analysed in the Bible, the
written Word.
The usual method is to deal almost exclusively
with the first of these. To-day, for certain reasons, we mean to consider the
second. As regards the first, of course, if a man could follow Christ he would
lead the model life. But what is meant by telling a man to follow Christ? How
is it to be done? It is like putting a young artist before a Murillo or a
Raphael, and telling him to copy it. But even as the artist in following his
ideal has colours put into his hand, and brush and canvas, and a hint here from
this master, and a touch there from another, so with the pupil in the school of
Christ. The great Master Himself is there to help him. The Holy Spirit is there
to help him. But the model life is not to be mystically attained. There is
spirituality about it, but no unreality. So God has provided another great
help, our second help: The Model Life analysed in the Word of God. Without the
one, the ideal life would be incredible; without the other, it would be
unintelligible. Hence God has given us two sides of this model life: realized
in the Living Word; analysed in the written Word.
Let us search our Bibles then to find this ideal
life, so that copying it in our lives, reproducing it day by day and point by
point, we may learn to make the most of our life, and have it said of us, as it
was of David, "A man after mine own heart, who shall fulfil all My will."
(1) The first thing our ideal man wants is a
reason for his being alive at all. He must account for his existence. What is
he here for? And the Bible answer is this: "I come to do Thy will, O God."
(Heb. x. 7.)
That is what we are here for--to do God's will.
"I come to do Thy will, O God." That is the object of your life and mine --to
do God's will. It is not to be happy or to be successful, or famous, or to do
the best we can, and get on honestly in the world. It is something far higher
than this--to do God's will. There, at the very outset, is the great key to
life. Any one of us can tell in a moment whether our lives are right or not.
Are we doing God's will? We do not mean, Are we doing God's work?--preaching or
teaching, or collecting money--but God's will. A man may think he is
doing God's work, when he is not even doing God's will. And a man may be doing
God's work and God's will quite as much by hewing stones or sweeping streets,
as by preaching or praying. So the question just means this--Are we working out
our common every-day life on the great lines of God's will? This is different
from the world's model life. "I come to push my way." This is the world's idea
of it. "Not my way, not my will, but Thine be done"--this is the Christian's.
This is what the man after God's own heart says: "I seek not mine own will, but
the will of Him that sent me."
(2) The second thing the ideal man needs is
Sustenance. After he has got life, you must give him food. Now, what
food shall you give him? Shall you feed him with knowledge, or with riches, or
with honour, or with beauty, or with power, or truth? No; there is a rarer
luxury than these--so rare, that few have ever more than tasted it; so rich,
that they who have will never live on other fare again. It is this: "My meat is
to do the will of Him that sent Me" (John iv. 34).
Again, to do God's will. That is what a man lives
for: it is also what he lives on. Meat. Meat is strength, support,
nourishment. The strength of the model life is drawn from the Divine will. Man
has a strong will. But God's will is everlasting strength--Almighty strength.
Such strength the ideal man gets. He grows by it, he assimilates it--it is his
life. "Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that cometh out of
God." Nothing can satisfy his appetite but this. He hungers to do God's will.
Nothing else will fill him. Every one knows that the world is hungry. But the
hungry world is starving. It has many meats and many drinks, but there is no
nourishment in them. It has pleasures, and gaiety, and excitement; but there is
no food there for the immortal craving of the soul. It has the theatre and
worldly society, and worldly books, and worldly lusts. But these things merely
intoxicate. There is no sustenance in them. So our ideal life turns its eye
from them all with unutterable loathing. "My meat is to do God's will."
To do God's will! No possibility of starving on such wonderful fare as this.
God's will is eternal. It is eternal food the Christian lives upon. In
spring-time it is not sown, and in summer drought it cannot fail. In harvest it
is not reaped, yet the storehouse is ever full. Oh, what possibilities of life
it opens up! What possibilities of growth! What possibilities of work! How a
soul develops on God's will!
(3) The next thing the ideal man needs is
Society. Man is not made to be alone. He needs friendships. Without
society, the ideal man would be a monster, a contradiction. You must give him
friendship. Now, whom will you give him? Will you compliment him by calling
upon the great men of the earth to come and minister to him? No. The ideal man
does not want compliments, He has better food. Will you invite the ministers
and the elders of the Church to meet him? Will you offer him the companionship
of saint or angel, or seraphim of cherubim as he treads his path through the
wilderness of life? No; for none of these will satisfy him. He has a better
friendship than saint or angel or seraphim or cherubim. The answer trembles on
the lip of every one who is trying to follow the ideal life: " Whosoever
shall do the will of My Father which is in Heaven, the same is My brother, and
sister, and mother" (Matt. xii. 50; Mark iii. 35).
Yes. My brother, and My sister, and
My mother. Mother! The path of life is dark and cheerless to you. There
is a smoother path just by the side of it--a forbidden path. You have been
tempted many a time to take it. But you knew it was wrong, and you paused.
Then, with a sigh, you struck along the old weary path again. It was the will
of God, you said. Brave mother! Oh, if you knew it, there was a voice at your
ear just then, as Jesus saw the brave thing you had done, "My mother!"
"He that doeth the will of My Father, the same is My mother." Yes; this
is the consolation of Christ--"My mother." What society to be in! What about
the darkness of the path, if we have the brightness of His smile? Oh! it is
better, as the hymnist says,
"It is better to
walk in the dark with God,
Than walk alone in the light;
It is better to walk with Him by faith,
Than walk alone by sight."
Some young man here is suffering fierce
temptation. To-day he feels strong; but to-morrow his Sabbath resolutions will
desert him. What will his companions say, if he does not join them? He cannot
face them if he is to play the Christian. Companions! What are all the
companions in the world to this? What are all the friendships, the truest and
the best, to this dear and sacred brotherhood of Christ? "He that doeth the
will of My Father, the same is My brother."
My mother, my brother, and my sister. He has a
sister-- some sister here. Sister! Your life is a quiet and even round of
common and homely things. You dream, perhaps, of a wider sphere, and sigh for a
great and useful life, like some women whose names you know. You question
whether it is right that life should be such a little bundle of very little
things. But nothing is little that is done for God, and it must be right if it
be His will. And if this common life, with its homely things, is God's
discipline for you, be assured that in your small corner, your unobserved,
unambitious, simple woman's lot is very near and very dear to Him Who said,
"Whosoever doeth the will of My Father, the same is My sister."
(4) Now we have found the ideal man a Friend. But
he wants something more. He wants Language. He must speak to his Friend.
He cannot be silent in such company. And speaking to such a Friend is not mere
conversation. It has a higher name. It is communion. It is prayer. Well, we
listen to hear the ideal man's prayer. Something about God's will it must be;
for that is what he is sure to talk about. That is the object of his life. That
is his meat. In that he finds his society. So he will be sure to talk about it.
Every one knows what his prayer will be. Every one remembers the words of the
ideal prayer: "Thy will be done."(Matt. vi. 10).
Now mark the emphasis on done. He prays
that God's will may be done. It is not that God's will may be borne, endured,
put up with. There is activity in his prayer. It is not mere resignation. How
often is this prayer toned off into mere endurance, sufferance, passivity. "Thy
will be done," people say resignedly. "There is no help for it. We may just as
well submit. God evidently means to have His way. Better to give in at once and
make the best of it." Well, this is far from the ideal prayer. It may be nobler
to suffer God's will than to do it, perhaps it is. But there is nothing noble
in resignation of this sort--this resignation under protest as it were. And it
disguises the meaning of the prayer. "Thy will be done." It is intensely
active. It is not an acquiescence simply in God's dealing. It is a cry for more
of God's dealing--God's dealing with me, with everything, with everybody, with
the whole world. It is an appeal to the mightiest energy in heaven or earth to
work, to make more room for itself, to energise. It is a prayer that the
Almighty energies of the Divine will may be universally known, and felt, and
worshipped.
Now the ideal man has no deeper prayer than that.
He wants to get into the great current of Will, which flows silently out of
Eternity, and swiftly back to Eternity again. His only chance of happiness, of
usefulness, of work, is to join the living rill of his will to that. Other
Christians miss it, or settle on the banks of the great stream; but he will be
among the forces and energies and powers, that he may link his weakness with
God's greatness, and his simplicity with God's majesty, that he may become a
force, an energy, a power for Duty and God. Perhaps God may do something with
him. Certainly God will do something in him--for it is God who worketh in him
both to will and to do of His good pleasure. So his one concern is to be kept
in the will of God.
The ideal man has no deeper prayer than that. It
is the truest language of his heart. He does not want a bed of roses, or his
pathway strewn with flowers. He wants to do God's will. He does not want health
or wealth, nor does he covet sickness or poverty,--just what God sends. He does
not want success-- even success in winning souls--or want of success. What God
wills for him, that is all. He does not want to prosper in business, or to keep
barely struggling on. God knows what is best. He does not want his friends to
live, himself to live or die. God's will be done. The currents of his life flow
far below the circumstances of things. There is a deeper principle in it than
to live to gratify himself. And so he simply asks, that in the ordinary round
of his daily life there may be no desire of his heart more deep, more vivid,
more absorbingly present than this, "Thy will be done." He who makes this the
prayer of his life will know that of all prayer it is the most truly blessed,
the most nearly in the spirit of Him who sought not His own will, but the will
of Him that sent Him.
"Lord Jesus, as
Thou wilt! if among thorns I go
Still sometimes here and there let a few roses blow.
No! Thou on earth along the thorny path hast gone,
Then lead me after Thee, my Lord; Thy will be done."
[Schmolk.]
(5) But the ideal man does not
always pray. There is such perfect blessedness in praying the ideal prayer that
language fails him sometimes. The peace of God passes all understanding, much
more all expression. It comes down upon the soul, and makes it ring with the
unutterable joy. And language stops. The ideal man can no longer pray to his
Friend. So his prayer changes into Praise. He is too full to speak, so
his heart bursts into song. Therefore we must find in the Bible the praise of
his lips. And who does not remember in the Psalms the song of the ideal man?
The huntsmen would gather at night to sing of their prowess in the chase, the
shepherd would chant the story of the lion or the bear which he killed as he
watched his flocks. But David takes down his harp and sings a sweeter psalm
than all: "Thy Statutes have been my Songs in the House of my
pilgrimage" ( Ps. cxix. 54). He knows no sweeter strain. How different from
those who think God's law is a stern, cold thing! God's law is His written
will. It has no terrors to the ideal man. He is not afraid to think of its
sternness and majesty. "I will meditate on Thy laws day and night," he says. He
tells us the subject of his thoughts. Ask him what he is thinking about at any
time. "Thy laws," he says. How he can please his Master, what more he can bear
for Him, what next he can do for Him--he has no other pleasure in life than
this. You need not speak to him of the delights of life. "I will delight myself
in Thy statutes," he says. You see what amusements the ideal man has. You see
where the sources of his enjoyment are. Praise is the overflow of a full heart.
When it is full of enjoyment it overflows; and you can tell the kind of
enjoyment from the kind of praise that runs over. The ideal man's praise is of
the will of God. He has no other sources of enjoyment. The cup of the world's
pleasure has no attraction for him. The delights of life are bitter. Here is
his only joy, his only delight: "I delight to do Thy will, O my God" (Ps. xl.
8).
(6) The next thing the ideal man wants is
Education. He needs teaching. He must take his place with the other
disciples at his Master's feet. What does he want from the great Teacher? Teach
me Wisdom? No. Wisdom is not enough. Teach me what is Truth? No, not even that.
Teach me how to do good, how to love, how to trust? No, there is a deeper want
than all. "Teach me to do Thy will" (Ps. cxliii. 10). This is the true
education. Teach me to do Thy Will. This was the education of Christ. Wisdom is
a great study, and truth, and good works, and love, and trust, but there is an
earlier lesson-- obedience. So the ideal pupil prays, "Teach me to do Thy
will."
And now we have almost gone far enough. These are
really all the things the ideal man can need. But in case he should want
anything else, God has given the man after his own heart a promise. God never
leaves anything unprovided for. An emergency might arise in the ideal man's
life; or he might make a mistake or lose heart, or be afraid to ask his Friend
for some very great thing he needed, thinking it was too much, or for some very
little thing, thinking it unworthy of notice. So God has given
(7) The ideal Promise: "If we ask anything
according to His will, He heareth us .... and we know that we have the
petitions that we desired from Him" (I John v. 14). If he ask anything--no
exception--no limit to God's confidence in him. He trusts him to ask right
things. He is guiding him, even in what he asks, if he is the man after God's
own heart; so God sets no limit to his power. If any one is doing God's will
let him ask anything. It is God's will that he ask anything. Let him put His
promise to the test.
Notice here what the true basis of prayer is. The
prayer that is answered is the prayer after God's will. And the reason for this
is plain. What is God's will is God's wish. And when a man does what God wills,
he does what God wishes done. Therefore God will have that done at any cost, at
any sacrifice. Thousands of prayers are never answered, simply because God does
not wish them. If we pray for any one thing, or any number of things we are
sure God wishes, we may be sure our wishes will be gratified. For our wishes
are only the reflection of God's. And the wish in us is almost equivalent to
the answer. It is the answer casting its shadow backwards. Already the thing is
done in the mind of God. It casts two shadows--one backward, one forward. The
backward shadow--that is the wish before the thing is done, which sheds itself
in prayer. The forward shadow--that is the joy after the thing is done, which
sheds itself in praise. Oh, what a rich and wonderful life this ideal life must
be! Asking anything, getting everything, willing with God, praying with God,
praising with God. Surely it is too much, this last promise. How can God trust
us with a power so deep and terrible? Ah, He can trust the ideal life with
anything. "If he ask anything." Well, if he do, he will ask nothing amiss. It
will be God's will if it is asked. It will be God's will if it is not asked.
For he is come, this man, "to do God's will."
(8) There is only one thing more which the model
man may ever wish to have. We can imagine him wondering, as he thinks of the
unspeakable beauty of this life--of its angelic purity, of its divine glory, of
its Christ-like unselfishness, of its heavenly peace--how long this life can
last. It may seem too bright and beautiful, for all things fair have soon to
come to an end. And if any cloud could cross the true Christian's sky it would
be when he thought that this ideal life might cease. But God, in the riches of
His forethought, has rounded off this corner of his life with a great
far-reaching text, which looks above the circumstance of time, and projects his
life into the vast eternity beyond. "He that doeth the will of God abideth
for ever" (1 John ii. 17).
May God grant that you and I may learn to live
this great and holy life, remembering the solemn words of Him who lived it
first, who only lived it all: "Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord,
shall enter into the Kingdom of Heaven; but he that doeth the will of My Father
which is in Heaven."
"Whereas ye know not what shall be on the
morrow. For what is your life? It is even as a vapour, that appeareth for a
little time, and then vanisheth away."--JAS. iv. 14.
AN OLD YEAR SERMON
TO-MORROW, the first day of a new year, is a day
of wishes. To-day, the last day of an old year, is a day of
questions. Tomorrow is a time of anticipation; to-day a time of
reflection. To-morrow our thoughts will go away out to the coming
opportunities, and the larger vistas which the future is opening up to even the
most commonplace of us. To-day our minds wander among buried memories, and our
hearts are full of self-questioning thoughts of what our past has been.
But if to-morrow is to be a day of hope, to-day
must be a day of thought. If to-morrow is to be a time of resolution, to-day
must be a day of investigation. And if we were to search the Bible through for
a basis for this investigation, we should nowhere find a better than this
question, "What is your life?"
We must notice, however, that life is used here
in a peculiar sense--a narrow sense, some would say. The question does not
mean, What quality is your life? What are you making of life? How are you
getting on with it? How much higher is the tone of it this year than last? It
has a more limited reference than this. It does not refer so much to quality of
life as to quantity of life. It means, How much life have you got? What value
do you set upon your life? How long do you think your life will last? How does
it compare with eternity?
And there are reasons which make this form of the
question particularly appropriate, not only to this last day of the year, but,
apart altogether from that, to the state of much religious thought upon the
subject at the present moment. These reasons are mainly two. There is a large
school just now who utterly ignore this question. There is a large school who
utterly spoil it. There may be said to be two ways of looking at life, each of
which finds favour just now with a wide circle of people.
1. The theory that life is everything.
2. The theory that life is nothing.
Or, adding the converse to these:
1. The theory that life is everything and
eternity nothing.
2. The theory that life is nothing and eternity
everything.
Now, those who hold the first of these, object to
the time-view of life altogether. And there can be no doubt that this is the
favourite of the two. For one thing, it is decidedly the fashionable view. It
is the view culture takes, and many thinking men, and many thoughtful and
modern books. Life, these say, life is the great thing. We know something about
life. We are in it--it is pulsating all around us. We feel its greatness and
reality. But the other does not press upon us in the same way. It is far off
and mystical. It takes a kind of effort even to believe it. Therefore let us
keep to what we know, what we are in, what we are sure of.
The strength of this school is in their great
view of life; their weakness and error, in their little view of time. Their
enthusiasm for the quality of life makes them rush to the opposite extreme and
ignore its quantity. The thought that life is short has little influence with
them. They simply refuse to let it weigh with them, and when pressed with
thoughts of immortality, or time-views of life, they affirm, with a kind of
superiority, that they have too much to do with the present to trouble
themselves with sentimentalisms about the future.
The second view is the more antiquated, perhaps
the more illiterate. Life, with it, is nothing at all. It is a bubble, a
vapour, a shadow. Eternity is the great thing. Eternity is the significant
thing. Eternity is the only thing. Life is a kind of unfortunate preliminary--a
sort of dismal antechamber, where man must wait, and be content for a little
with the view of eternity from the windows. His turn to go is coming; meantime
let him fret through the unpleasant interval as resignedly as he can, and pray
God to speed its close.
The strength of this school is that it recognises
eternity, its weakness, and its great error, that it refuses to think of life
and spoils the thought of eternity for those who do. The first school requires
to be told that life is short; this, so far from having to be told that it is
short, has to be told that life is long--for life to it is nothing.
It is clear, of course, that each of these views
is the natural recoil from the other. The mistake is that each has recoiled too
far. The life-something theory cannot help recoiling from the life-nothing
theory; but it need not recoil into life-everything. So the eternity-something
theory cannot help recoiling from the eternity-nothing theory; but it need not
recoil into eternity-everything.
It is plain, then, that both these theories are
wrong, and yet not altogether wrong. There is a great deal of truth in each--
so much, indeed, that if the parts of truth which each contains were joined
into one, they would form a whole--the truth. And if the sides were
nearly equal,--as many who think life nothing as think life everything,--there
could be no attempt more useful than to find a harmony between. But the sides
are not equal, and hence the better exercise will be to deal with the side
which has the truth the furthest in arrear.
This, undoubtedly, is the life-school--the
life-everything school. The other is, comparatively, a minority. At least,
those who hold the extreme form of it are a minority. It is a more obvious and
striking truth that life is something; and it is not difficult to convince the
man who makes eternity everything to allow something to life. But to get the
man who makes life everything to grant a little to eternity is harder; for the
power of the world to come may be yet unfelt and unproved, and the race of life
be so swift that the rival flight of time remains unseen.
There are mainly two great classes who swell the
ranks of the majority, who refuse to think of the flight of time.
1. The great busy working and thinking class,
who are too careful of time ever to think of eternity as its successor.
These have too little time to think of time.
2. The great lazy worldly class, who are too
careless of time ever to think that it will cease. These have too much time
to think of time--so much of it that they think there will be always much of
it.
Now it is to these two classes that this Old
Year's question comes home with special power, "What is your life?" And it is
no reason why the majority should decline to face the question, that a
fanatical minority have made the subject nauseous by the exaggeration of
eternity. For if these men suffer in their lives by treating life as a thing of
no importance, the others certainly suffer more by exaggerating life at the
tremendous expense of eternity.
The great objection to thinking about eternity,
or, to take the other side, about the brevity of life, is that it is not
practical. The life-school professes to be eminently utilitarian. It will have
nothing to do with abstractions, nothing that does not directly concern life.
Anything that is outside the sphere of action is of little consequence to
practical men. The members of this school feel themselves in the rush of the
world's work, and it is something to think of that. It is something to live in
the thick of it, to yield to the necessities of it, to share its hopes, and
calmly endure its discipline of care. But when you leave life, they protest,
you are away from the present and the real. You are off into poetry and
sentiment, and the meditations you produce may be interesting for philosophers
and dreamers, but they are not for men who take their stand on the greatness of
life and crave to be allowed to leave the mystical alone.
Now the answer to that,--and it may be thoroughly
answered,--may be given in a word. First of all, who told you eternity was
nothing? Who told you it was an unpractical, unprofitable dream? Who told you
to go on with your work and let time and other abstractions alone? It was
certainly not God. God takes exactly the opposite view. He is never done
insisting on the importance of the question. "O that they were wise .... that
they would consider their latter end"--that is what God says. "Make me to know
mine end, and the measure of my days what it is"--that is what David, the man
after God's own heart, says. "Teach me to number my days"--that is what Moses,
the friend of God, says.
And you will notice the reason God gives for
thinking about these things. It was enough, indeed, for Him to say it, without
any reason; but He has chosen to give us one. Why are we to number our days?
"That we may apply our hearts unto wisdom." That is the reason for thinking
about time. It is to make us wise. Perhaps you have thought this is merely a
piece of sentiment, a flower of rhetoric for the poet, a harmless, popular
imagination for ignorant people who cannot discourse upon life, a dramatic
truth to impress the weak to prepare their narrow minds for death? But no; it
is not that. God never uses sentiment. And if you think a moment you will see
that it is not the narrow mind which needs this truth, but his who discourses
on life. The man who discourses most on life should discourse the most on time.
When you discourse on life, you plead that it is in the interests of life. You
despise the time view as unpractical in the interests of the new life school
who care too much for life to spend their strength upon the sentiment of time.
Ah! but if you really cared for life, this sentiment would only make you love
it the more. For time is the measurement of life. And all in life must be
profoundly affected by its poor, scant quantity. Your life on earth is a
great thing, a rich and precious possession. It is true that it is full of
meaning and issues which no man can reckon. But it is ten thousand times
greater for the thought that it must cease. One of the chief reasons why life
is so great is just that life is so short. If we had a thousand years of it, it
would not be so great as if we had only a thousand hours. It is great because
it is little. A man is to be executed, and the judge has given him a month to
prepare for death--one short month. How rich every hour of it becomes, how
precious the very moments are! But suppose he has only five minutes. Then how
unspeakably solemn! How much greater is the five minutes life than the month
life! Make eternity a month and life five minutes--if such a tremendous
exaggeration of life could be conceived. How much greater does it become for
being so very small!
How precious time is to a short-lived man! I am
to die at thirty, you at sixty; a minute is twice as dear to me, for each
minute is twice as short. So a day to me is more than a day to Methuselah, for
he had many days, and I have but few. Oh! if we really felt the dignity of
life, we should wonder no less at its brevity than at its dignity. If we felt
the greatness of life at this moment, how much keenness would this further
thought add to it--that we might be dead before this sermon was done! How many
things we permit ourselves on the theory that life is great, would be most
emphatically wrong on the theory that time was also great! How many frivolous
things,--yes, how many great things even,--should we have to turn out this
moment from our lives for just this thought, if we believed it, that time is
short! For there is no room among the crowded moments of our life for things
which will not live when life and time are past. So no one who does not feel
the keen sense of time flying away at every moment with the work he has done
and the opportunities he has lost, can know the true greatness of life and the
inexpressible value of the self-selected things with which he fills its brief
and narrow span. The thought of death must change at every point the values of
the significant things of earth not less than the thought of life, and we must
ever feel the solemn relations given to our life and work from the overwhelming
thought that the working-life is brief.
A modern poet has described, in strangely
suggestive words, the time when first the idea of time and death began to dawn
upon this earth. The scene is laid in some Eastern land, where a great colony
had risen from the offspring of Cain, the murderer of his brother. Cain knew
what death was--he had seen it. But he alone, of all his scattered family, for
he kept his burning secret to himself. Cain's family grew and spread throughout
the land, but no thought of death came in to check the joyous exuberance of
life; till one day, in boyish pastime a hurled stone strikes Lamech's son, and
the lad falls to the earth. Friends gather round him as he lies, and bring him
toys and playthings to wake him from his sleep. But no sleep like this had ever
come to Lamech's son before, and soft entreating words bring no responsive
sound to the cold lips, or light to the closed eyes. Then Cain comes forward,
whispering, "The boy is dead," and tells the awe-struck family of this mystery
of death. And then the poet describes the magic of this word, how "a new
spirit, from that hour, came o'er the house of Cain." How time, once vague as
air, began to stir strange terrors in the soul, and lend to life a moment which
it had not known before. How even the sunshine had a different look. How "work
grew eager, and device was born." How
It seemed the light
was never loved before,
Now each man said, "Twill go, and come no more."
No budding branch, no pebble from the brook,
No form, no shadow, but new dearness took
From the one thought that Life must have an end.
So the thought that life will be no more,
that each day lived is hastening on the day when life itself must stop, makes
every hour of ours a million times more great, and tinges every thought, and
word, and act, with the shadow of what must be.
From all this, it will now be clear that the man
who is really concerned to live well must possess himself continually of the
thought that he is not to live long. And that it is in the highest interests of
great living, to stimulate life, not to paralyze it, that God asks us all
to-day, "What is your life?"
But the Bible has done more than ask this
question. It has answered it. And when the Bible answers a question, it gives
always the best answer. We could do no better, therefore, than consult it a
little further now, for it so happens that there are few subjects which the
Bible goes into so thoroughly as this one--few thoughts which rise more often
or more urgently to the surface of the great Bible lives than "What is your
life?"
And, besides, there is a peculiarity in the Bible
answers which makes them particularly valuable, and which has tended, more than
anything else, to impress them profoundly upon the deeper spirit of every age.
And that peculiarity is this, that the answer is never given in hard, bare
words, but is presented, wrapped up in some figure of such exquisite beauty,
that no mind could refuse to give it a place, were it only for the fineness of
its metaphor. Take, as an example, the answer which follows the question in the
text, "What is your life?" "It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little
time, and then vanisheth away." Who could afford to forget a thought like that,
when once its beauty had struck root within the mind? And if God did not rather
choose a few hard solid sentences of truth to perpetuate an answer to one of
the most solid thoughts of life, is it not just because He wanted it to be
remembered evermore--because He wanted the thought of the shortness and
uncertainty of life to live in every living soul, and haunt the heart in times
when other thoughts were passionless and dull? In childhood, before deeper
thoughts had come, He would paint this truth, in delicate tints, on every
opening soul; and in riper years, when trouble and sickness came and weaned the
broken mind from sterner thoughts, He would have the man still furnished with
these ever-preaching pictures of the frailty of his life.
Why is it that there is such strange
attractiveness to many hearts in the Bible thoughts of time, and why the
peculiar charm with which the least religious minds will linger over the texts
which speak of human life? It is because God has thrown an intensely living
interest around these truths, by carrying His images of the thoughts He most
wanted remembered into the great galleries of the imagination, where the soul
can never tire. Had such thoughts been left to reason, it would have stifled
them with its cold touch; had they been sunk in the heart, it would have
consumed itself and them in hot and burning passion; but in the broad region of
the imagination there is expansiveness enough for even such vast truths to
wander at their will, and power and mystery enough to draw both heart and
reason after them in wondering, trembling homage. And if no day almost passes
over our heads without some silent visitation to remind us what we are, it is
because the Bible has utilised all the most common things of life to bring home
these lessons to the soul, so that no shadow on the wall, nor blade of withered
grass, is not full of meanings which every open heart can read.
Now, it is a remarkable fact, in this connection,
that the Bible has used up almost every physical image that is in any way
appropriate to the case. And if we were to go over the conceptions of life
which have been held by great men in succeeding ages of the world, we should
find scarce anything new, scarce anything which the Bible had not used
before.
There lie scattered throughout this Book no fewer
than eighteen of these answers, and all in metaphor, to the question,
"What is your life?" And any one who has not before gathered them together,
cannot but be surprised at the singular beauty and appropriateness of the
collection. To begin with, let us run over their names. "What is your life?" It
is
A tale that is
told. A sleep.
A pilgrimage. A vapour.
A swift post. A shadow.
A swift ship. A flower.
A handbreath. A weaver's shuttle.
A shepherd's tent removed. Water spilt on the ground.
A thread cut by the weaver. Grass.
A dream. Wind. Nothing.
Generally speaking, the first thing to
strike one about these images is that they are all quick things--there is a
suggestion of brevity and evanescence about them, and this feeling is so strong
that we might fancy there was only one answer to the question, What is your
life? namely, Your life is short. But if we look closer at them for a
moment, shades of difference will begin to appear, and we shall find the hints
of other meanings as great and striking, and quite as necessary to complete the
conception of "your life."
First of all, then, and most in detail, three of
these metaphors give this answer:--
I. Your life is a very little thing. We
have admitted that life is a very great thing. It is also a very little thing.
Measure it by its bearing on eternity; there is no image in God's universe to
compare with it for majesty and dignity. It is a sublime thing--Life. But
measure it by its bearings upon time, by its results on the world, on other
lives; there is no image too small to speak of its meanness and narrowness, for
it is a little thing, "Your life." It is "a shadow," it is "a shepherd's tent
removed," it is "a tale that is told."
A Shadow. It is unreal; it is illusory. It
falls across the world without affecting it; perhaps it only darkens it. Then
it rises suddenly, and is gone. It leaves few impressions; and if it could,
shadow cannot act much on other shadows. So life at the best is a poor,
resultless, shadowy thing.
A Shepherd's Tent Removed. Just before
sunset the slopes of the Eastern hills would be dotted with Arab tents. And
when night fell, the traveller in these lands, as he lay down to rest would see
the glimmering of their fires and hear the noisy bleating of their flocks. But
in the morning, when he looked out, both herds and herdsmen would be gone.
Hours ago, perhaps, the tents had been struck, and the hills would be silent
and lonely as if no foot had ever stirred the dew on their slopes before. So
man, the Bible says, traces out his trackless path through life. He is here
to-day, in the noise of the world's labour; to-morrow, when you look for him,
he is gone. Through the night sometime his frail tent has been struck, and his
place is empty and still. His life has left no track to tell that it was
there--except a burnt-out fire to show that there a shepherd's tent had been
removed.
But the best of these images is the third--A
Tale that as told. Some think this means a thought or meditation. "Your
life is a meditation," as the margin has it. But as the psalm in which the
words occur was written by Moses, it is probable that the obvious meaning of
the words is the correct one. In their journeyings the children of Israel would
have many weary, unoccupied hours. There would be no books to relieve the
monotony, and no doubt the people would attempt to beguile the tedious marches
and the long hours by the camp fires at night, with the familiar Oriental
custom of narrating personal adventures in the form of stories or tales. Night
after night, as this went on, the different tales of the storytellers would
begin to get mixed, then to confuse their audience, then even to weary them.
The first tale, which made a great impression once, would lose its power, and
the second, which was thought more wonderful still, would be distanced by the
third. Then the third would be forgotten, and the fourth and the fifth; till
all would be forgotten, and last night's tale would be the vivid picture
in every mind to-day. But the story-teller would know that to-night another
would have his turn, and sit in the place of honour, and tell a more vivid tale
than he told the night before, and his would be forgotten and ignored.
So we do spend our years as a tale that is told.
The dead have told their tales; they have said their say. They thought we would
remember what they did and said. But, no; they are forgotten. They have become
old stories now. And our turn will come--our turn to stop; our turn for the
Angel of Death to close the chapter of our life, whether it be a novel or a
psalm, and write the universal "Finis" at the end. What though a sentence here
and there may linger for a few brief years to find a place--without quotation
marks--in some tale better told, the tale itself must close and be forgotten,
like the rest, an ill-told, ill-heard, and ill-remembered tale.
II. There is, next, and briefly, another set of
metaphors which bring out the more common answer (which, therefore, it will
only be necessary to name), that Life is a short thing. Shortness, of
course, is different from littleness. A lightning flash is short, but not
little. But life is both short and little. And there are two ways in which life
is short: (1) Measured by growth. (2) Measured by minutes. Those who are
growing most feel time shortest. They have started with the wrecks of being to
fashion themselves into men, and life is all too short to do it in. Therefore
they work out their salvation with fear and trembling--fearful lest death
should come, trembling lest life should stop before it is worked out. But they
who measure life by its minutes have nothing to say of its brevity; for their
purpose it is long enough. It is not more time they want, but "the more
capacious soul," as some one says, "to flow through every pore of the little
that they have." But there is no distinction in the Bible treatment of the two.
Time is the same to all. It is a handbreadth; a weaver's shuttle; nothing;
an eagle hasting to the prey; a swift post; a swift ship. David used to
pray to God to give him a measure for his days. Well, he got it. It was the
breadth of his hand. We carry about with us continually the measure of our
days. "My days are as an handbreadth."
The others are familiar symbols enough. The
weaver's shuttle--is it the monotony, the sameness, the constant repetition of
life? Rather the quickness, the rapid flight through the thin web of time; the
shuttle being then, perhaps, the quickest image men had.
Then those in the country in early times could
know nothing more rapid or sudden than the swoop of an eagle on its prey; then,
by the seaside, nothing more fleet than the swift sailing away of a ship driven
by the unseen wind, or the hasty arrival of the "swift post" or messenger with
tidings from afar. And it was not for want of opportunity if they did not learn
their lessons well in those simple days, when the few changes life had were
each thus stamped with the thought of the great change into eternity.
III. The next thought is so closely allied to
this that one can scarcely separate it but for convenience. It suggests the
idea of transitoriness. Your life is a transitory thing. It is a thing
of change. There is no endurance in it, no settling down in it, no real home to
it here. Therefore God calls it a pilgrimage--a passing on to a
something that is to be. Still closely allied to this, too, is the simile of
the text--that life is a vapour. It means there is no real substance in
it. It is a going and coming for a moment, then a passing away for ever. And
then there are two or three metaphors which advance this idea still further. In
their hands life passes from transitoriness into mystery. This life of ours,
they show us, is a mysterious thing. And, it is true, life is a
mysterious thing. We do not understand life--why it should begin, why it should
end. There is some meaning in it somewhere that has baffled every search; some
meaning beyond, some more real state than itself. So the Bible calls it a
sleep, a dream, the wind. No book but the Bible could have
called our life a sleep. The great book of the Greeks has called death a
sleep:--
"Death's
twin-brother, sleep."
But the Bible has
the profounder thought. Life is the sleep. Death is but the waking. And the
great poets and philosophers of the world since have found no deeper thought of
life than this; and the greatest of them all has used the very word--our little
life is rounded with a sleep. It seems to have been a soothing thought to them,
and it may be a sanctifying thought to us, that this life is not the end; and
therefore it is a wise thing to turn round sometimes in our sleep, and think
how there is more beyond than dreams.
There are but two thoughts more to bring our
questions to a close, and they will add a practical interest to what has gone
before.
IV. What is your life? Life is an irrevocable
thing. We have just finished an irrevocable year. As we look back upon it,
every thought and word and act of it is there in its place, just as we left it.
There are all the Sabbaths in their places, and all the well-spent days or
ill-spent days between. There is every sin and every wish and every look still
in its own exact surroundings, each under its own day of the month, at the
precise moment of the day it happened. We are leaving it all at twelve o'clock
to-night; but, remember, we leave it exactly as it stands. No single hour of it
can be changed now, no smallest wish can be recalled, no angry word taken back.
It is fixed, steadfast, irrevocable--stereotyped for ever on the past plates of
eternity. Our book has a wonderful metaphor of this--"water spilt upon the
ground, which cannot be gathered up again." No; we cannot gather up these
days and put them back into Time's breaking urn, and live them over again. They
are spilt upon the ground, and the great stream of Time has sucked them up, and
cast them already on the eternal shores among all bygone years, and there they
bide till God's time comes, and they come back, one by one, in order as they
went, to meet us again and Him before the Judgment Bar. To-morrow is to be a
time of resolution, is it? Well, let this resolution take the foremost place of
all, that, when this day of next year comes, and we look once more at the
irrevocable past, there shall be fewer things to wish undone, or words to wish
unsaid, and more spots where memory shall love to linger still, more steps
which, when retraced in thought, will fill the heart with praise.
V. Lastly: life is more than an irrevocable
thing, it is an uncertain thing--so certainly uncertain, that it is
certain we shall not all be here to see this next year close. What means the
grim image in the Bible of the weaver's thread suspended in the air, and the
blade of the lifted knife just touching it with its edge? It means that you
must die. The thread of your life is to be cut. The knife may be lifted now,
the keen blade just touching it; one pressure of the hand, and it is done. One
half, left unfinished, still hanging to the past--the other, dropped
noiselessly into eternity. Oh, life is an abruptly closing thing! Is it not as
grass? In the morning, it groweth up and flourisheth in the evening, it is cut
down and withereth. Is your life ready for the swiftly falling knife, for the
Reaper who stands at your door? Have you heard that there is another life--a
life which cannot die, a life which, linked to your life, will make the past
still bright with pardon and the future rich with hope? This life is in His
Son.
"The God of our fathers hath chosen thee,
that thou shouldest know His will."--ACTS xxii. 14.
WE resume to-day a subject, the thread of which
has been broken by the interval of a few Sabbaths--the subject of the Will of
God.
Already we have tried to learn two lessons:--
(1) That the end of our life is to do the will of
God.
(2) That this was the end of Christ's life.
It will help to recall what has gone before if we
compare this with another definition of the end of life with which we are all
familiar.
Of course this is not the most complete statement
of the end of our life; but it is the most practical, and it will recall the
previous conclusions if we refer to this for a moment.
Our Shorter Catechism, for instance, puts the end
of life in quite different words. "Man's chief end," it says, "is to glorify
God and enjoy Him for ever." But this answer is just too great for us. There is
too much in it. It is really the same answer, but turned towards God. It is too
great to understand. It is as true, but too profoundly true. It is wonderfully
conceived and put together, but it goes past us. It expresses the end of life
God-ward--determines the quality of all the things we do by the extent to which
they make way in the world for the everywhere coming glory of God. But this is
too wonderful for us. We want a principle life-ward as well as God-ward. We
want something to tell us what to do with the things beneath us and around us
and within us, as well as the things above us. Therefore there is a human side
to the Shorter Catechism's answer.
What is the chief end of man?
Man's chief end is to do the will of God.
In one sense this is not such a divine answer.
But we are not divine. We understand God's will: God's glory, only faintly--we
are only human yet, and "glory" is a word for heaven.
Ask a schoolboy, learning the first question in
the Catechism, to do a certain thing for the glory of God. The opportunity of
doing the thing may be gone before the idea can be driven into the boy's head
of what the glory of God means. But tell him to do the thing because it is
God's will that he should do it--he understands that. He knows that God's will
is just what God likes, and what he himself probably does not like. And
the conception of it from this side is so clear that no schoolboy even need
miss the end of life--for that is simply doing what God likes. If our souls are
not great enough, then to think of God's glory as the practical rule of life,
let them not be too small to think of God's will. And if we look after the end
of life from this side, God will from the other. Do we the will of God, God
will see that it glorifies God.
Let us suppose, then, that after casting about
for an object in life, we have at last stopped at this--the end of my life is
to do the will of God. Let us suppose also that we have got over the
disappointment of finding that there is nothing higher for us to do in the
world. Or, perhaps, taking the other side, suppose we are beginning to feel the
splendid conviction that, after all, our obscure life is not to be wasted: that
having this ideal principle within it, it may yet be as great in its homely
surroundings as the greatest human life,--seeing that no man can do more with
his life than the will of God,--that though we may never be famous or powerful,
or called to heroic suffering or acts of self-denial which will vibrate through
history: that though we are neither intended to be apostles nor missionaries
nor martyrs, but to be common people living in common houses, spending the day
in common offices or common kitchens, yet doing the will of God there, we shall
do as much as apostle or missionary or martyr--seeing that they can do no more
than do God's will where they are, even as we can do as much where we are--and
answer the end of our life as truly, faithfully, and triumphantly as they.
Suppose we feel all this, and desire, as we stand
on the threshold of the truly ideal life, that, God helping us, we shall live
it if we may, we are met at once with the question, How are we ever to know
what the will of God can be? The chief end of life is to do the will of God.
Question: How am I to know the will of God--to know it clearly and
definitely? Is it possible? and if so, how?
Now, to begin with, we have probably an opinion
on the matter already. And if you were to express it, it would be this: that it
is not possible. You have thought about the will of God and read and thought,
and thought and read, and you have come to this conclusion, that the will of
God is a very mysterious thing--a very mysterious thing, which some people may
have revealed to them, but does not seem in any way possible to you.
Your nature is different from other people's; and
though you have strained your eyes in prayer and thought, you have never seen
the will of God yet. And if you ever have been in the same line with it, it has
only been by chance, for you can see no principle in it, nor any certainty of
ever being in the same line again. One or two special occasions, indeed, you
can recall when you thought you were near the will of God, but they must have
been special interpositions on God's part. He does not show His will every day
like that: once or twice only in a lifetime, that is as much of this high
experience as one ever dare expect.
Now, of course, it is no use going on to find out
what God's will is if the thing is impossible. If this experience is correct--
and we cannot know God's will for the mystery of it--we may as well give up the
ideal life at once. But if you examined this experience, even cursorily, you
would find at once how far away from the point it is.
1. In the first place, it is merely an
experience; it is exclusively based on your own experience, not on God's
thoughts regarding it, but on your own thoughts. The true name for this is
presumption.
2. It assumes that, the end of life being to do
God's will, and you not being able to know God's will, are therefore not
responsible for fulfilling the end of life. This is self-deception.
3. It suggests the idea that God could teach you
His will if He liked, seeing that He had done so once or twice by your own
admission. And yet, though He wants you to do His will, and you want it too, He
deliberately refuses to tell you what it is. This is an accusation against
God.
It is something worse than unreasonable,
therefore, to say that we think it hopeless for us ever to know God's will. On
the contrary, indeed, there is a strong presumption that we should find it out.
For if it is so important a thing that the very end of life is involved in it,
it would be absurd to imagine that God should ever keep us the least in the
dark as to what His will may mean.
And this presumption is changed into a certainty
when we balance our minds for a moment on the terms of this text. "The God of
our fathers hath chosen thee, that thou shouldest know His will." It is not
simply a matter of presumption, it is a matter of election. Have you ever
thought of this strange, deep calling of God? We are called to salvation, we
have thought of that; we are called to holiness, we have thought of that; but
as great as either is this, we are called to know God's will. We are answering
our call in other ways; are we answering it in this? What is God's will? Are we
knowing God's will? How much have we learned of that to which we have been
called? And is it our prayer continually, as it was his to whom these words
were said, that we may be "filled with the knowledge of His will"?
It is a reasonable object of search, then, to
find out what God's will for us may be. And it is a reasonable expectation that
we may find it out so fully as to know at any moment whether we be in the line
of it or no; and when difficulty arises about the next step of our life, we may
have absolute certainty which way God's will inclines. There are many kinds of
assurance in religion; and it is as important to have assurance of God's will
as to have assurance of God's salvation. For just as the loss of assurance of
salvation means absence of peace and faith, and usefulness, so absence of
assurance of God's will means miserable Christian life, imperfect Christian
character, and impaired Christian usefulness.
We start our investigation, therefore, in the
belief that God must have light for all of us on the subject of His
will, and with the desire to have assurance in the guidance of our life by God
as clear and strong as of its redemption and salvation by Christ.
In one sense, of course, no man can know the will
of God, even as in one sense no man can know God Himself. God's will is a great
and infinite mystery--a thing of mighty mass and volume, which can no more be
measured out to hungry souls in human sentences than the eternal knowledge of
God or the boundless love of Christ. But even as there is a sense in which one
poor human soul can hold enough of the eternal knowledge of God and the
boundless love of Christ, so is there a sense in which God can put as much of
His will into human words as human hearts can bear--as much as human wills can
will or human lives perform.
When we come to put this will into words, we find
that it divides itself into two great parts.
I. There is a part of God's will which every one
may know--a universal part.
II. A part of God's will which no one knows but
you-- a particular part.
A universal part--for every one. A particular
part--for the individual.
I. To begin with the first. There is a part of
God's will which every one may know. It is written in Divine characters in two
sacred books, which every man may read. The one of them is the Bible, the other
is Nature. The Bible is God's will in words, in formal thoughts, in grace.
Nature is God's will in matter and tissue and force. Nature is not often
considered a part of God's will. But it is a part, and a great part, and the
first part. And perhaps one reason why some never know the second is because
they yield no full obedience to the first. God's law of progress is from the
lower to the higher; and scant obedience at the beginning of His will means
disobedience with the rest. The laws of nature are the will of God for our
bodies. As there is a will of God for our higher nature--the moral laws--as
emphatically is there a will of God for the lower--the natural laws. If you
would know God's will in the higher, therefore, you must begin with God's will
in the lower: which simply means this--that if you want to live the ideal life,
you must begin with the ideal body. The law of moderation, the law of sleep,
the law of regularity, the law of exercise, the law of cleanliness--this is the
law or will of God for you. This is the first law, the beginning of His will
for you. And if we are ambitious to get on to do God's will in the higher
reaches, let us respect it as much in the lower; for there may be as much of
God's will in minor things, as much of God's will in taking good bread and pure
water, as in keeping a good conscience or living a pure life. Whoever heard of
gluttony doing God's will, or laziness, or uncleanness, or the man who was
careless and wanton of natural life? Let a man disobey God in these, and you
have no certainty that he has any true principle for obeying God in anything
else: for God's will does not only run into the church and the prayer-meeting
and the higher chambers of the soul, but into the common rooms at home down to
wardrobe and larder and cellar, and into the bodily frame down to blood and
muscle and brain.
This, then, is the first contribution to the
contents of the will of God. And, for distinction, they may be called the
physical contents.
Next in order we come to the moral
contents, both of these coming under the same head as parts of God's will
which every one may know.
These moral contents, as we have seen, are
contained in the Word of God; and the Bible has a variety of names for them,
such as testimonies, laws, precepts, statutes, commandments.
Now this is a much more formidable array than the
physical contents. It is one thing to be in physical condition--a prizefighter
may be that--but it is quite another to be in moral condition. And it is a
difficult matter to explain exactly what God's will in this great sense is;
for, on the one hand, there is the danger of elevating it so high as to
frighten the timid soul from ever attempting to reach it, and, on the other,
the insensible tendency to lower it to human standards and aims.
It must be understood, however, to the full that,
as far as its formidableness is concerned, that is absolutely unchangeable.
God's moral law cannot be toned down into anything less binding, less
absolutely moral, less infinitely significant. Whatever it means, is meant for
every man in its rigid truth as the definite and formal expression of God's
will for him.
From the moral side there are three different
departments of God's will. Foremost, and apparently most rigid of all, are the
Ten Commandments. Now the Ten Commandments contain, in a few sentences, one of
the largest-known portions of God's will. They form the most strict code of
morality in the world: the basis of all others, the most venerable and
universal expression of the will of God for man. Following upon this there come
the Beatitudes of Christ. This is another large portion of God's will. This
forms the most unique code of morality in the world, the most complete and
lovely additional expression of the will of God for Christians. Passing through
the human heart of Christ, the older commandment of the Creator becomes the
soft and mellow beatitude of the Saviour--passes from the colder domain of law
with a penalty on failure, to the warm region of love with a benediction on
success. These are the two chief elements in the moral part of the will of God
for man. But there is a third set of laws and rules, which are not to be found
exactly expressed in either of these. The Ten Commandments and the Beatitudes
take up most of the room in God's will, but there are shades of precept still
unexpressed which also have their place. Hence we must add to all this mass of
law and beatitude many more laws and many more beatitudes which lie enclosed in
other texts, and other words of Christ which have their place like the rest as
portions of God's will.
Here, then, we already know a great part of what
God's will is; although, perhaps, we have not often called it by this name. And
it may be worth while, before going on to find out any more, to pause for a
moment and find out how to practise this.
For, perhaps, when we see how great a thing it
is, this will of God, our impulse for the moment is to wish we had not known.
We were building ourselves up with the idea that we were going to try this
life, and that it was easy and smooth compared with the life we left. There was
a better future opening to us, with visions of happiness and holiness and even
of usefulness to God. But our hopes are dashed now. How can we do God's
will?--this complicated mass of rules and statutes, each bristling with the
certainty of a thousand breakages? How can we keep these ten grave laws, with
their unflinching scorn of compromise and exacting obligation, to the uttermost
jot and tittle? How can our coarse spirits breathe the exquisite air of these
beatitudes, or fit our wayward wills to the narrow mould of all these binding
texts? Can God know how weak we are, and blind and biassed towards the
breakages, ere ever we thought of Him? Can He think how impossible it is to
keep these laws, even for one close-watched experimental hour? Did Christ
really mean it--not some lesser thing than this--when He taught in the ideal
prayer that God's will was to be done on earth even as it is done in
heaven?
There can be but one answer. "God hath chosen
thee, that thou shouldest know His will." And God expects from each of us
neither less nor more than this. He knows the frailty of our frame; He
remembers we are dust. And yet such dust that He has given each of us the
divinest call to the vastest thing in heaven. There, by the side of our
frailty, He lays down His holy will--lays it down confidingly, as if a child
could take it in its grasp, and, as if He means the child to fondle it and bear
it in its breast, He says, "If a man love Me, he will keep My words."
There must be something, therefore, to ease the
apparent hopelessness of doing this will of God--something to give us heart to
go on with it, to give strength to obey God's call. We were not prepared to
find it running in to the roots of things like this; but there must be
something brighter somewhere than the dark side we have seen. Well, then, let
us think for a moment on these points.
1. In the first place, there must be such
laws. God is a King--His kingdom the kingdom of heaven. His people are His
subjects. Subjects must have laws. Therefore we start with a necessity. Laws
must be.
2. But who are afraid of laws? Good subjects?
Never. Criminals are afraid of laws. Who dread the laws of this country, cry
out against them, and would abolish them if they could? Drunkards, thieves,
murderers. Who love the laws of this country? The honest, the wise and good.
Then who are afraid of God's laws--would abolish them if they could? The
wicked, the profligate, the licentious. But you would not. The just and
holy, the pure in heart and life love them, respect them. More still, they
demand them. It would be no kingdom without them--no kingdom worth belonging
to. If it were not for its laws of truth and purity, and its promise of
protection from unrighteousness and sin, it would have no charm for them. It is
the inaccessible might and purity of will in the kingdom of God that draw all
other wills as subjects to its sway. It is not only not hard, therefore, that
there should be such elements in God's will as law; it is a privilege. And it
is more than a privilege to have them.
3. It is a privilege to do them. And it is a
peculiar privilege, this. It consists partly in forgetting that they are
laws--in changing their names, commandment, precept, testimony, statute, into
this--the will of God. No sternness then can enter with the thought, for God's
name is in the name, and the help of God, and the power of God, and the
constraining love of Christ. This takes away the hopelessness of trying to keep
God's will. It makes it a personal thing, a relation to a living will, not to
didactic law.
And there is, further, a wonderful provision near
it. When God puts down His great will beside me telling me to do it, He puts
down just beside it as great a thing, His Love. And as my soul trembles at the
fearfulness of will, Love comes with its calm omnipotence, and draws it to
Himself; then takes my timid will and twines it around His, till mine is fierce
with passion to serve, and strong to do His will. Just as if some mighty task
were laid to an infant's hand, and the engine-grasp of a giant strengthened it
with his own. Where God's law is, is God's love. Look at Law--it withers your
very soul with its stern inexorable face. But look at Love, or look at God's
will, which means look at Love's will, and you are re-assured, and your heart
grows strong. No martyr dies for abstract truth. For a person, for God, he will
die a triple death. So no man will die for God's law. But for God he will do
it. Where God's will, then, seems strong to command, God's love is strong to
obey. Hence the profound texts, "Love is the fulfilling of the law." "And this
is the love of God that we keep His commandments, and His commandments are not
grievous."
God's will, then, is as great as God, as high as
heaven, yet as easy as love. For love knows no hardness, and feels no yoke. It
desires no yielding to its poverty in anything it loves. Let God be greater,
and His will sterner, love will be stronger and obedience but more true. Let
not God come down to me, slacken truth for me, make His will weaker for me: my
interests, as subject, are safer with my King, are greater with the greatness
of my King--only give me love, pure, burning love and loyalty to Him, and I
shall climb from law to law through grace and glory, to the place beside the
throne where the angels do His will. There are two ways, therefore, of looking
at God's will--one looking at the love side of it, the other at the law; the
one ending in triumph, the other in despair; the one a liberty, the other a
slavery. And you might illustrate this in a simple way, to make it finally
clear,--for this is the hardest point to hold,--in some such way as this.
Suppose you go into a workshop occasionally, and
watch the workmen at their task. The majority do their work in an uninterested,
mechanical sort of way. Everything is done with the most proper exactness and
precision--almost with slavish precision, a narrower watch would say. They come
exactly at the hour in the morning, and throw down their work to a second
exactly when the closing bell has rung. There is a certain punctiliousness
about them, and a scrupulosity about their work; and as part cause of it,
perhaps, you observe an uncomfortable turning of the head occasionally as if
some eve were upon them, then a dogged going on of their work again, as if it
were always done under some restraint.
But among the workmen you will notice one who
seems to work on different principles. There is a buoyancy and cheerfulness
about him as he goes about his work, which is foreign to all the rest. You will
see him at his place sometimes even before the bell has rung, and if unfinished
work be in his hands when closing time has come, he does not mind an extra five
minutes when all the others are gone. What strikes you about him is the absence
of that punctiliousness which marked the others' work. It does not seem at all
a tyranny to him, but even a freedom and a pleasure; and though he is
apparently not so mechanical in his movements as his mates, his work seems
better done and greater, despite the ease and light-heartedness which mark him
through its course. Now the difference between them is this. The first set of
men are hired workmen. The man by himself is the master's son. Not that he is
outwardly different; he is a common workman in a fustian jacket like the rest.
But he is the master's son. The first set work for wages, come in at regulation
hours lest aught be kept off their wages, keep the workshop laws in terror of
losing their place. But the son keeps them, and keeps them better, not for
wages, but for love.
So the Christian keeps the will or the laws of
God because of the love of God. Not because they are workshop regulations
framed and hung up before him at every moment of his life; but because they are
his Master's will. They are as natural to him as air. He would never think of
not keeping them. His meat is to do the will of his Father which is in heaven.
There is no room for punctiliousness in this the true way of doing God's will.
A scrupulous Christian is a hired servant and not the Master's son.
II. But now, very briefly, in the second and
last place, there is an unknown part of God's will--at least, a part which is
only known to you. There is God's will for the world, and God's will for
the individual. There is God's will written on tables of stone for all the
world to read. There is God's will carved in sacred hieroglyphic which no one
reads but you. There is God's will rolling in thunder over the life of
universal man. There is God's will dropped softly on the believer's ear in
angel whispers or spoken by the still small voice within. This, the final
element in God's will, to distinguish it from the moral and physical contents
which go before, one might call the more strictly spiritual content.
This is a distinct addition to the other
parts--an addition, too, which many men ignore, and other men deny. But there
is such a region in God's will--a region unmapped in human charts, unknown to
human books, a region for the pure in heart, for the upright, for the true. It
is a land of mystery to those who know it not, a land of foolishness, and
weaknesses, and delusive sights and sounds. But there is a land where the
Spirit moves, a luminous land, a walking in God's light. There is a region
where God's own people have their breathing from above, where each saint's
steps are ordered of the Lord.
Now this region may be distinguished from the
other regions by its secrecy. It is a private thing; between God and you. You
want to know what to do next--your calling in life, for instance. You want to
know what action to take in a certain matter. You want to know what to do with
your money. You want to know whether to go into a certain scheme or not. Then
you enter into this private chamber of God's will, and ask the private
question, "Lord, what wouldest Thou have me to do?"
Then it is distinguished by its action. It
concerns a different department of our life. The first part of God's will, all
that has gone before, affects our character. But this affects something
more. It affects our career. And this is an important distinction. A
man's career in life is almost as important as his character in life; that is
to say, it is almost as important to God, which is the real question. If
character is the end of life, then the ideal career is just where character can
best be established and developed. A man is to live for his character. But if
God's will is the end of life, God may have a will for my career as well as for
my character, which does not mean that a man is to live for his career, but for
God's will in his character through his career.
I may want to put all my work upon my character.
But God may want my work for something else. He may want to use me, for
instance; I may not know why, or when, or how or for whom. But it is possible
He may need me, for something or other at some time or other. It may be all
through my life, or at some particular part of my life which may be past now,
or may be still to come. At all events, I must hold myself in readiness and let
Him trace my path; for though it does not look now as if He had anything for me
to do, the next turn of the road may bring it; so I must watch the turnings of
the road for God. Even for the chance of God needing me it is worth while doing
this--the chance of Him needing me even once. There is a man in Scripture whom
God perhaps used but once. He may have done many other things for God; still,
there was one thing God gave him to do so far overshadowing all other things
that he seems to have done but this. He seems, indeed, to have been born, to
have lived and died for this. It is the only one thing we know about him. But
it is a great thing. His name was Ananias. He was the instrument in the
conversion of Paul. What was he doing in Damascus that day, when Paul arrived
under conviction of sin? Why was he living in Damascus at all? Because he was
born there, and his father before him perhaps you will say. Let it be so. A few
will be glad to cherish a higher thought. He was a good man, and his steps were
ordered--by ordinary means, if you like--by the Lord. Could Ananias not have
been as good a man in Jericho or Antioch or Ephesus? Quite as good. His
character might almost have been the same. But his career would have been
different. And, possibly, his character might have been different from the
touch of God upon his career. For when God comes into a man's career, it
sometimes makes a mighty difference on his character--teaches him to live less
for character and for himself, and more for his career and for God, rather more
for both--more for his character by living more for his career. Gold is gold
wherever it is; but it is some difference to the world whether it make a
communion cup or gild the proscenium of a theatre.
There is a difference, then, between God in
character and God in career. You may have God in your character without having
God in your career. Perhaps you should have been in London to-day, perhaps in
China. Perhaps you should have been a missionary; perhaps you should be one
yet. Perhaps you should have been in poorer circumstances, or in a different
business altogether. Perhaps you have chosen a broader path than God would have
willed for you. Your character may not seem to have suffered; but your career
has. You may be doing God's will with one hand consecrated to Christ, and
making your own autobiography with the other consecrated to self.
Would you know the will of God, then? Consult God
about your career. It does not follow because He has done nothing with you last
week or last year, He may have nothing for you now. God's will in career is
mostly an unexpected thing--it comes as a surprise. God's servants work on
short notices. Paul used to have to go off to what was the end of the world in
those days, on a few hours' warning. And so may you and I. It is not a thing to
startle us, to alarm us, to make us say, "If this might be the upshot we would
let God's will alone." It would be a wonderful privilege to come to you or me;
yes, a wonderful privilege that He should count us worthy to suffer this or
anything more for Him.
But you are old, you say. Ananias was old. Or
steeped in a profession. Paul was steeped in a profession. Or you are
inexperienced and young. A lad came to Jesus once with five loaves and two
small fishes, but they fed five thousand men. So bring your lad's experience,
your young offer of service, and God may use you to twice five thousand souls.
That does not mean that you are to do it. But be in God's counsels, and He will
teach you whether or no.
How are you to know this secret will of God? It
is a great question. We cannot touch it now. Let this suffice. It can be known.
It can be known to you. The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord. "I
will guide thee with Mine eye." Unto the upright in heart He shall cause light
to arise in darkness. This is no mysticism, no visionary's dream. It is not to
drown the reason with enthusiasm's airy hope or supersede the word of God with
fanaticism's blind caprice. No, it is not that. It is what Christ said, "The
sheep hear His voice, and He calleth His own sheep by name, and leadeth
them."
"This is the will of God, even your
sanctification."--I THESS. iv. 3
"As He which hath called you is holy, so be ye
holy in all manner of conversation; because it is written, `Be ye holy, for I
am holy.' " --I PET. i. 15, 16.
"Lo, I come to do Thy will, O God.... By the
which will we are sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ
once for all."--HEB. x. 9, 10.
OUR discussion of the will of God landed
us--perhaps in rather an unforeseen way--in the great subject of
sanctification. You may remember that we made this discovery, that the end of
sanctification, in the sense of consecration, is to do the will of God, and
that the proof was based on these words: "Present your bodies a living
sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, and be not conformed to this world." Why?
"That ye may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God."
We are to present ourselves to God, not because it is a pleasant and luxurious
thing to live in the state of consecration, but to do the will of God. Or, to
sum this up in a single sentence, it might read: "This is sanctification, even
to prove the will of God."
But our text to-day is apparently the very
opposite of this. "This is the will of God, even your sanctification." Then it
looked as if sanctification was in order to the will of God; now it looks as if
the will of God was in order to sanctification.
It is evident, therefore, that there is still
something in this part of the subject which demands a clearance. And in order
to gain this it will be necessary to present the other side of the same
question, and complete the view of the subject of holiness itself.
There are in the Bible two great meanings to the
word sanctification. The first may be roughly called the Old Testament word.
The second is identified, but not exclusively, with the New. The Old Testament
meaning had this peculiarity, that it did not necessarily imply any inward
change in the heart sanctified. In fact, it was not even necessarily applied to
hearts at all, but to things. A field could be sanctified, a house could be
sanctified, an altar, a tabernacle, gold and silver vessels, the garments of
the priest, the cities of refuge. Anything, in short, that was set apart for
sacred use was said to be sanctified. But the New Testament word had a
deeper meaning. It meant not only outward consecration, but inward holiness. It
meant an internal purification of the heart from all uncleanness, and an
enduing it with the mind of Christ. It was not a mere separation like the
first, but a visitation--a separation from the lower world, and a visitation
from the higher, the coming in of God's Spirit from above with a principle of
holiness that was to work an inward likeness to the character of God.
The practical object of the first process is
mainly to put the thing in position where God can use it. A golden candlestick
was sanctified, so that it might be of some use to God. A house was sanctified,
so that it might be exclusively His--to do what He liked with. In like manner a
man is consecrated--that God may use him. It is the process by which he is got
into position for God. And all that sanctification does for him, in the first
sense of the word, is so to put him in position that he shall always be within
reach of God--that he shall do what God likes, do, that is to say, what God
wills.
But there is something more in sanctification
than man's merely being a tool in the hands of God. If there were not,
automatons could do the work far better than men. They would never oppose God's
will, and they would always be in position. But God's will has a reaction upon
the instruments whom He employs. God's will does not stop with His will, as it
were. It recoils back upon the person using it, and benefits him. If the
instrument is a sanctified cup, or a sanctified house, it does not recoil back,
and make an internal change in them; but if it is a person who does God's will,
God's will is not only done, but the person or doer is affected. God never
keeps anything all to Himself. He who so loved the world that He gave His only
begotten Son, does He not with Him also freely give us all things? His Son is
for us, His love is for us, His will is for us. How do we know that it is for
us? Because this is the will of God, even your sanctification. Whatever else
may be involved in it, this is in it; whatever else He may get from it, this is
something which you get, your sanctification. "By the which will," as Hebrews
says, "we are sanctified." "This is My will, not My gain, but yours; not My
eternal advantage, but yours; not My holiness, but `your sanctification.'" Do
you think God wants your body when He asks you to present it to Him? Do you
think it is for His sake that He asks it, that He might be enriched by it? God
could make a thousand better with a breath. It is for your sake He asks it. He
wants your gift to give you His gift--your gift which was just in the way of
His gift. He wants your will out of the way, to make room for His will. You
give everything to God. God gives it all back again, and more. You present your
body a living sacrifice that you may prove God's will. You shall prove it by
getting back your body--a glorified body. You lose the world that you may prove
God's will. God's will is that you shall gain heaven. This is the will of God,
therefore, that you should gain heaven. Or this is the will of God that you
should gain holiness, for holiness is heaven. Or this is the will of God, even
your sanctification.
To sum up these facts, then, we find that they
shape themselves into these two propositions:--
1. That our sanctification, or, more strictly,
our consecration, is in order to the will of God, "to prove what is that good
and acceptable and perfect will of God."
2. That this reacts upon ourselves--a
conspicuous part of God's will being that we should be personally holy. "This
is the will of God, even your sanctification."
The first of these has already been discussed,
and now the question comes to be how we can best fulfil this conspicuous part
of the will of God and become holy ourselves. It is God's will for all of us
that we should become holy. How are we to become holy?
We have probably asked this question many times
already in our life. We have thought, and read, and prayed about it, and
perhaps have never yet reached the conclusion how indeed we are to become holy.
Perhaps the question has long ago assumed another and evasive form with us,
"When are we going to become holy?" or perhaps a hopeless form, "How
ever are we to become holy?"
Now the real way out of the difficulty is to ask
a deeper question still: "Why do I want to be holy?" All the great difficulties
of religion are centred round our motives. Impurities in a spiritual stream
generally mean impurities at the spiritual source. And all fertility or
barrenness of soul depends upon which source supplies the streams of the
desires. Our difficulties about becoming holy, therefore, most likely lie in
our reasons for wanting to become holy. For if you grant the true motive to
holiness, you need no definition of holiness. True holiness lies in touching
the true motive. We shall get nearer the true roots of holiness, therefore, if
we spend a little time over the root-question: "Why do I want to be holy?"
1. The first thing which started some of us to
search for a better life, perhaps, was Infection. We caught an infection
for a better life from some one we knew. We were idling our own way through
life, when some one crossed our path--some one with high aims and great
enthusiasms. We were taken with the principles on which that life was lived.
Its noble purpose charmed us: its disregard of the petty troubles and cares of
life astonished us. We felt unaccountably interested in it. There was a romance
in its earnestness and self-denial that captivated us, and we thought we should
like to take down our own life, and put it together again on this new plan. So
we got our first motive to holiness.
Now this was not a wrong motive--it was only an
imperfect one. It answered its purpose--so far. For God takes strange ways to
start a man's religion. There is nothing more remarkable in the history of
conversion, for instance, than the infinite diversity of answers to this
question: "What made you first think about your soul?" God does take strange
ways to start a man for heaven. The way home is sometimes shown him by an
unexpected finger-post; and from a motive so unworthy that he dare not tell it
in after-life, there comes to many a man his first impulse toward God. And long
after he has begun to run the Christian race, God may try to hasten his lagging
steps by the spur of a motive as far beneath an heir of heaven as his spiritual
life is beneath what it ought to be.
But the principle to be noted through it all is
this, that the motives which God allows us to start on are not the ones we are
to live on. It may be adversity in business that gives us a fresh start. It may
be affliction, or ambition, or church-pride, or a thousand things. But such an
impulse cannot last, and it cannot carry us far. And there must come a time to
exchange it for a higher one if we would grow in grace, or move onward into a
holier life. A man's motive must grow, if grace would grow. And many a man has
to live on old grace, because he lives on an old motive. God let us begin with
a lower one, and then when He gave us more grace, it was that we might get a
higher one; but we spent the grace on something else, and our motive is no
higher than before. So, although we got a start in religion, we were little the
better for it, and our whole life has stood still for want of a strong enough
motive to go on.
2. But it was not necessary that we should have
caught our infection from a friend. There is another great source of infection,
and some of us are breathing its atmosphere every day --books. We may
have got our motives to be good from a book. We found in works on ethics, and
in all great poets, and even perhaps in some novels, that the highest aim of
life was to be true and pure and good. We found modern literature ringing with
the praises of virtue. By-and-by we began to respect it, then to admire it,
then to wish for it. Thus we caught the enthusiasm for purity which has changed
our whole lives, in a way, and given us a chief motive to religion.
Well, we must thank God for having given us a
start, anyhow. It is something to have begun. It is a great thing to have an
enthusiasm to be true and pure and good. Nor will the Bible ever be jealous of
any lesser book which God may use to stir men up to a better life. But all
lesser books sin and come short. And the greatest motives of the greatest of
the lesser books fall as far short of the glory of God as those who live only
by the enthusiasms which are kindled on the altar of modern literature fall
short of the life and mind of Christ. God may give these motives to a man to
start with. If he will not look into God's Book for them, God may see fit to
put something remotely like them into men's books. Jesus Christ used to come to
men just where they were. There is no place on earth so dark that the light of
heaven will not come to it; and there is no spot of earth where God may not
choose to raise a monument of His love. There is always room anywhere in the
world for a holy thought. It may come to a man on the roadside, as to Paul; or
in the fork of a sycamore tree, as to Zaccheus. It may come to him at his
boats, as to Peter; or at his Bible, as to the Eunuch. But, whether it come at
the boats, or whether it come at the Bible, whatever is good is God's; and men
may be thankful that the Giver of all good has peopled the whole earth and air
and sky with thoughts of His glory, and filled the world with voices which call
men near to Him. At the same time, it must be understood again that the initial
motives are never meant to continue us far on the road to God. As a matter of
fact, they never can continue us, and if a man does not get higher ones, his
religion must, and his morality may, come to a bitter end. The melancholy proof
occurs to every one in a moment, that those who inspire us with these almost
Divine enthusiasms are, and have been, many of them, degraded men and women
themselves. For if a man's motives to goodness are not higher than the
enthusiasms of his own higher nature, the chances are that the appeals of his
lower nature, in time, will either curb or degrade them.
The true motive to holiness, then, is not to be
caught from books.
3. In the next place, some of us, perhaps, were
induced to aim at a better life from prudential motives, or from
fear.
We had read in the Bible a very startling
sentence--"Without holiness no man shall see the Lord." Now we wished to see
God. And we found the Bible full of commands to keep God's law. So, with fear
and trembling, we began to try. Its strictness was a continual stimulus to us.
We were kept watching and praying. We lived in an atmosphere of fear, lest we
should break it. No doubt this has done good--great good. Like the others, it
was not a bad motive--only an imperfect one. But, like the others, it will have
to be exchanged for a higher one, if true progress in holy living is to be
made.
4. Then some of us found another motive in
gratitude. The great love of God in Christ had come home to us with a
peculiar power. We felt the greatness of His sacrifice for us, of His
forgiveness of us. And we would try to return His love. So we set our hearts
with a gracious purpose towards God. Our life and conversation should be
becoming the Gospel of Christ. We would do for His sake what we would never do
for our own sake. But even a noble impulse like this has failed to fulfil our
heart's desire, and even our generosity has left us little nearer God.
5. And. lastly, there is this other thought
which has sometimes helped us onward for a time--a feeling which comes over us
at Communion times, at revival times, which Christian workers feel at all
times: "Here are we surrounded by great privileges--singled out from the world
for God's peculiar care. God comes very close to us; the very ground is holy
oftentimes. What manner of persons ought we to be in all holy conversation and
godliness? How different we ought to be from all the people around! How much
more separate from every appearance of evil! How softly we should walk, who
bear the vessels of the Lord!"
Now some of these motives are very beautiful.
They are the gifts of God. Doubtless many have attained to a certain measure of
holiness by employing them. And they have at least awakened in us some longings
after God. But they are all deficient, and hopelessly inadequate to carry on
what sometimes they so hopefully begin.
And they are deficient in these three ways:--
1. They are unscriptural--rather, they do not
convey the full scriptural truth.
2. They are inadequate to produce more than a
small degree of holiness.
3. They never produce the true quality of
holiness.
If we have not yet had higher motives than these,
then it follows that our spiritual life is being laid down upon principles
which can never in the nature of things yield the results we had hoped and
waited for.
We have been wondering why our growth in grace
has been so small--so small, indeed, that sometimes it has almost seemed to
cease. And as we look into our hearts, we find this one reason, at
least--perhaps the great one--that our motive is incomplete.
Now, the weakness of the old motive, apart from
the error of it, consisted in this: in the first place it wanted authority; in
the second, it proposed no standard. As regards the first, there was no reason
why one should strive to be better. It was left to one's own discretion. Our
friend said it, or our favourite author, and the obligation rose or fell with
the nearness or remoteness of their influence. And as regards the standard, our
friend or our favourite author's favourite hero was but a poor model at the
best, for only a most imperfect spiritual beauty can ever be copied from
anything made of clay.
Well, then, what is the right motive to holiness
of life? We have been dealing with ordinary motives hitherto; now we must come
to extraordinary ones. Holiness is one of the most extraordinary things in
life, and it demands the noblest motives, the noblest impulses, or none. Now we
shall see how God has satisfied this demand of our nature for an extraordinary
motive to this extraordinary thing, holiness--satisfied it so completely, that
the soul, when it finds it out, need never feel unsatisfied again. God's motive
to holiness is, "Be ye holy, for I am holy."
It is a startling thing when the voice of God
comes close to us and whispers, "Be ye holy"; but when the question returns
from our lips, "Why should we be holy?" it is a more solemn thing to get this
answer, "For I am holy." This is God's motive to holiness--"For I am holy."
Be ye holy: here is its authority-- its Divine obligation. For I am
holy--here is its Divine motive.
Be ye holy. Think of the greatness of the
obligation. Long ago, when we began the Christian life, we heard a voice, "Be
ye holy." Perhaps, as we have seen, it was an infectious voice, the voice of a
friend. Perhaps it was an inspiring voice, the voice of poetry and literature.
Perhaps it was a warning voice, the voice of the law. But it was not a
commanding voice--the voice of God. And the reason was, perhaps, that we were
not thinking of the voice: we were thinking of the "holy." We had caught sight
of a new and beautiful object--something which seemed full of promise, which
was to consecrate even the common hours of our life. The religious world seemed
bright to us then, and the books and the men were dear that would help us to
reach out our hands to this. It was something new that had come into our
life--this fascination of holiness. Had we been asked about the voice which
said, "Be ye holy," we should indeed have said it was God's. But, in truth, it
was only our own voice, which had caught some far-off echoes from our reading,
or our thinking, or our friends. There was no authority in the voice,
therefore, and it rested with our own poor wills whether we should grow in
holiness or not. Sometimes our will was strong, and we were better men and
women then than ever in our lives before; but there were intervals when we
listened to another voice, "Be ye prosperous," or "Be ye happy," and then we
lost all we had gained.
But with the Divine obligation before us, it is
no longer optional that we should be holy. We must be holy. And then see how
the motive to holiness is attached to the obligation to holiness--the motive
for holiness: "For I am holy." The motive accounts for the obligation.
God's one desire for the whole earth is that it should be holy--just because He
is holy. And the best He can do with men is to make them like Himself. The
whole earth is His and He would have it all in harmony with Him. God has a
right to demand that we should be holy --that every one should be holy, and
everything, just because He is holy Himself. To take even the lowest ground, we
allow no ornaments in our house that are not lovely and pleasant to the eye. We
have no business to cumber God's earth with ourselves if we are not holy--no
business to live in the same world with Him. We are an offence to
God--discordant notes in the music of the universe.
But God lays this high obligation upon us for our
own sake. For this we were made. For this we were born in a Christian land. For
this, strange things have happened in our lives-- strange pieces of discipline
have disturbed their quiet flow, strange troubles, strange providences, strange
chastenings. There is no other explanation of the mystery of our life than
this, that God would have us holy. At any cost God will have us holy. Whatever
else we may be, this one thing we must be. This is the will of God, even
our sanctification. It is not necessary that we should be prosperous or famous,
or happy. But it is necessary that we should be holy; and the deepest moments
of our lives give us glimpses sometimes of a more tender reason still why God
says, "Be ye holy"--it is for our own sakes: because it would be hell to be
unholy.
There is now only one thing wanting in our new
motive to holiness. We have discovered the sources of its obligation far up in
the counsels of God, and deep down in the weakness of our own nature. We have
found holiness to be an absolutely necessary virtue--to live without which is
to contradict our Maker. But we have not yet looked at its quality. The
thing we are to pursue so ardently--what is it? How are we to shape it to
ourselves when we think of it? Is there any plain definition of it--any form
which could be easily stated and easily followed. It may be very easily stated.
It is for those who have tried it to say whether it be easily followed. Be ye
holy, as He is holy. As He is holy, as He who hath called you is
holy, so be ye holy. This is the form of holiness we are asked to aim
at. This is the standard, God's commentary on the motive, "As He. . . . so ye."
Ponder for a moment the difference between these pronouns. He--Ye.
He who hath called you-- Jesus Christ. He who did no sin, neither
was guile found in his mouth. He who when He was reviled, reviled not
again, when He suffered, He threatened not. He who was without spot or
blemish, in whom even His enemies found no fault.
Ye the fallen children of a fallen race.
Ye with hearts deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.
Ye are to become as He. The two pronouns are to approach one
another. The crucifiers are to work their way up to the crucified. Ye
are to become as He. Here is a motive as high as the holiness of God. It
makes us feel as if we had our life-work before us still. We have scarcely even
begun to be like God--for we began perhaps with no higher motive than to be
like some one else--not like God at all. But the little betterness that we get
from books, the chance impulses that come from other lives, have never
fulfilled in us the will of God--could never sanctify such hearts as ours and
make ye become as He.
No doubt a great deal of human good is possible
to man before he touches the character of Christ. High human motives and human
aims may make a noble human life. But they never make a holy life. A holy life
is a life like Christ's. And whatever may be got from the lower motives to a
better life, one thing must necessarily be absent from them all--the life like
Christ's, or rather, the spirit like Christ's. For the life like Christ's can
only come from Christ; and the spirit of Christ can only be caught from
Christ.
Hence, therefore. we come at Last to the profound
meaning of another text which stands alone in the Word of God and forms the
only true climax to such a subject as this.
"Lo I come to do Thy will, O God," the author of
the Hebrews quotes from David, and goes on to add, "By the which will we are
sanctified." Christ came to do God's will, by the which will we are
sanctified. This is the will of God, even your sanctification. But the writer
of the Hebrews adds another lesson: "By the which will we are sanctified." How?
"Through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all." Our
sanctification is not in books, or in noble enthusiasm, or in personal
struggles after a better life. It is in the offering of the body of Jesus
Christ once for all. Justification is through the blood of Jesus Christ once
for all. Sanctification is through the body of Jesus Christ once for all. It is
not a thing to be generated, but to be received. It is not to be generated in
fragments of experience at one time and another--it is already complete in
Christ. We have only to put on Christ. And though it may take a lifetime of
experience to make it ours, the sanctification, whenever it come, can only come
from Christ, and if we ever are sanctified it will only be because, and
inasmuch as we have Christ. Our sanctification is not what morality gives, not
even what the Bible gives, not even what Christ gives, it is what Christ
lives. It is Christ Himself.
The reason why we resort so much to lower
impulses to a Christian life is imperfect union with Christ. We take our
doctrines from the Bible and our assurance from Christ. But for want of the
living bright reality of His presence in our hearts we search the world all
round for impulses. We search religious books for impulses, and tracts and
sermons, but in vain. They are not there. "I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning
and the end." "Christ is all and in all." The beginning of all things is in the
will of God. The end of all things is in sanctification through faith in Jesus
Christ. "By the which will ye are sanctified." Between these two poles all
spiritual life and Christian experience run. And no motive outside Christ can
lead a man to Christ. If your motive to holiness is not as high as Christ it
cannot make you rise to Christ. For water cannot rise above its level. "Beware,
therefore, lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the
tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ. For
in Him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily. And ye are complete in
Him which is the head of all principality and power" (2 Col. viii. 10). "Who of
God is made unto us wisdom and righteousness, and sanctification, and
redemption" (1 Cor. i. 30). "As ye have therefore received the Lord
Jesus, so walk ye in Him."
"If any man will do His will, he shall know
of the doctrine, whether it be of God." --JOHN vii. I7.
THERE is an experience which becomes more and
more familiar to every one who is trying to follow Christ--a feeling of the
growing loneliness of his Christian life. It comes from a sense of the
peculiarly personal interest which Christ takes in him, which sometimes seems
so strong as almost to make him feel that his life is being detached from all
the other lives around him, that it is being drawn out of the crowd of
humanity, as if an unseen arm linked in his were taking him aside for a nearer
intimacy and a deeper and more private fellowship. It is not, indeed, that the
great family of God are to be left in the shade for him, or that he is in any
way the favourite of heaven; but it is the sanctifying and, in the truest
sense, humbling realization that God makes Himself as real to each poor unit as
if he were the whole; so that even as in coming to Christ at first he felt
himself the only lost, so now in staying with Christ he feels himself the only
found. And it is, perhaps, true that without any loss in the feeling of saintly
communion with all those throughout the world who say "Our Father" with him in
their prayers, the more he feels that Christ has all of him to Himself, the
more he feels that he has Christ all to himself. Christ has died for other men,
but in a peculiar sense for him. God has a love for all the world, but a
peculiar love for him. God has an interest in all the world, but a peculiar
interest in him. This is always the instinct of a near fellowship, and it is
true of the universal fellowship of God with His own people.
But if there is one thing more than another which
is more personal to the Christian--more singularly his than God's love or God's
interest--one thing which is a finer symbol of God's love and interest, it is
the knowledge of God's will--the private knowledge of God's will. And this is
more personal, just inasmuch as it is more private. My private portion of God's
love is only a private share in God's love--only a part-- the same in
quality and kind as all the rest of God's love, which all the others get from
God. But God's will is a thing for myself. There is a will of God for me which
is willed for no one else besides. It is not a share in the universal will, in
the same sense as I have a share in the universal love. It is a particular will
for me, different from the will He has for any one else--a private will--a will
which no one else knows about which no one can know about, but me.
To be sure, as we have seen before, God had
likewise a universal will for me and every man. In the Ten Commandments, in
conscience, in the beatitudes of Christ, God tells all the world His will.
There is no secret about this part, it is as universal as His love. It is the
will on which the character of every man is to be formed and conformed to
God's.
But there is a will for career as well as for
character. There is a will for where--in what place, viz., in this town
or another town--I am to become like God as well as that I am to become
like God. There is a will for where I am to be, and what I am to be, and what I
am to do to-morrow. There is a will for what scheme I am to take up, and what
work I am to do for Christ, and what business arrangements to make, and what
money to give away. This is God's private will for me, for every step I take,
for the path of life along which He points my way: God's will for my
career.
If I have God's will in my character, my life may
become great and good. It may be useful and honourable, and even a monument of
the sanctifying power of God. But it will only be a life. However great and
pure it be, it can be no more than a life. And it ought to be a mission. There
should be no such thing as a Christian life, each life should be a mission.
God has a life-plan for every human life. In the
eternal counsels of His will, when He arranged the destiny of every star, and
every sand-grain and grass-blade, and each of those tiny insects which live but
for an hour, the Creator had a thought for you and me. Our life was to be the
slow unfolding of this thought, as the corn-stalk from the grain of corn, or
the flower from the gradually opening bud. It was a thought of what we were to
be, of what we might become, of what He would have us do with our days and
years, our influence and our lives. But we all had the terrible power to evade
this thought, and shape our lives from another thought, from another will, if
we chose. The bud could only become a flower, and the star revolve in the orbit
God had fixed. But it was man's prerogative to choose his path, his duty to
choose it in God. But the Divine right to choose at all has always seemed more
to him than his duty to choose in God, so, for the most part, he has taken his
life from God, and cut his career for himself.
It comes to pass, therefore, that there are two
great classes of people in the world of Christians to-day.
(1) Those who have God's will in their
character;
(2) Those who have God's will likewise in their
career.
The first are in the world to live. They have a
life. The second are in the world to minister. They have a
mission.
Now those who belong to the first class, those
who are simply living in the world and growing character, however finely they
may be developing their character, cannot understand too plainly that they are
not fulfilling God's will. They are really outside a great part of God's will
altogether. They understand the universal part, they are moulded by it, and
their lives as lives are in some sense noble and true. But they miss the
private part, the secret whispering of God in the ear, the constant message
from earth to heaven. "Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?" They never have the
secret joy of asking a question like this, the wonderful sense in asking it, of
being in the counsels of God, the overpowering thought that God has taken
notice of you, and your question--that He will let you do something, something
peculiar, personal, private, which no one else has been given to do--this
thought which gives life for God its true sublimity, and makes a perpetual
sacrament of all its common things. Life to them is at the best a bare and
selfish thing, for the truest springs of action are never moved at all; and the
strangest thing in human history, the bounding of the career from step to step,
from circumstance to circumstance, from tragedy to tragedy, is unexplained and
unrelated, and hangs, a perpetual mystery, over life.
The great reason possibly why so few have thought
of taking God into their career is that so few have really taken God into their
life. No one ever thinks of having God in his career, or need think, until his
life is fully moulded into God's. And no one will succeed in knowing even what
God in his career can mean till he know what it is to have God in the secret
chambers of his heart. It requires a well-kept life to know the will of God,
and none but the Christlike in character can know the Christ like in career.
It has happened, therefore, that the very fact of
God's guidance in the individual life has been denied. It is said to give life
an importance quite foreign to the Divine intention in making man. One life, it
is argued, is of no more importance than any other life, and to talk of special
providences happening every hour of every day is to detract from the majesty
and dignity of God; in fact, it reduces a religious life to a mere religious
caprice, and the thought that God's will is being done to a hallucination of
the mind.
And there is another side to the objection, which
though less pronounced and definite, is subtly dangerous still--that there does
indeed seem to be some warrant in Scripture for getting to know the will of
God, but that, in the first place, that probably means only on great occasions
which come once or twice in a lifetime; and, in the second, that the whole
subject is so obscure that, all things considered, a man had better walk by his
own common sense, and leave such mysteries alone.
But the Christian cannot allow the question to be
put off with poor evasions like these. Every day, indeed, and many times a day,
the question rises in a hundred practical forms. What is the will of God for
me?" What is the will of God for me to-day, just now, for the next step, for
this arrangement and for that, and this amusement, and this projected work for
Christ? For all these he feels he must consult the will of God; and that God
has a will for him in all such things, and that it must be possible somehow to
know what that will is, is not only a matter of hope, but a point in his
doctrine and creed.
Now without stopping to vindicate the
reasonableness of such expectations as these, it may simply be affirmed as a
matter of fact that there are a number of instruments for finding out the will
of God. One of them is a very great instrument, so far surpassing all the rest
in accuracy that there may be said to be but one which has never been known to
fail. The others are smaller and clumsier, much less delicate, indeed and often
fail. They often fail to come within sight of the will of God at all, and are
so far astray at other times as to mistake some other thing for it. Still they
are instruments, and notwithstanding their defects, have a value by themselves,
and when the greater instrument employs their humbler powers to second its
attempts, they immediately become as keen and as unerring as itself.
The most important of these minor instruments is
Reason, and although it is a minor instrument, it is great enough in many a
case to reveal the secret will of God. God is taking your life and character
through a certain process, for example. He is running your career along a
certain chain of events. And sometimes the light which He is showing you stops,
and you have to pick your way for a few steps by the dimmer light of thought.
But it is God's will for you then to use this thought, and to elevate it
through regions of consecration, into faith, and to walk by this light till the
clearer beam from His will comes back again.
Another of these instruments is Experience. There
are many paths in life which we all tread more than once. God's light was by us
when we walked them first, and lit a beacon here and there along the way. But
the next time He sent our feet along that path He knew the side-lights should
be burning still, and let us walk alone.
And then there is Circumstance. God closes things
in around us till our alternatives are all reduced to one. That one, if we must
act, is probably the will of God just then.
And then there are the Advice of others--an
important element at least--and the Welfare of others, and the Example to
others, and the many other facts and principles which make up the moral man,
which, if not strong enough always to discover what God's will is, are not too
feeble oftentimes to determine what it is not.
Even the best of these instruments, however, has
but little power in its own hands. The ultimate appeal is always to the one
great Instrument, which uses them in turn as it requires, and which supplements
their discoveries, or even supplants them if it choose by its own superior
light, and might, and right. It is like some great glass that can sweep the
skies in the darkest night and trace the motions of the furthest stars, while
all the rest can but see a faint uncertain light piercing for a moment here and
there the clouds which lie between.
And this great instrument for finding out God's
will, this instrument which can penetrate where reason cannot go, where
observation has not been before, and memory is helpless, and the guiding hand
of circumstance has failed, has a name which is seldom associated with any end
so great, a name which every child may understand, even as the stupendous
instrument itself with all its mighty powers is sometimes moved by infant hands
when others have tried in vain.
The name of the instrument is Obedience.
Obedience, as it is sometimes expressed, is the organ of spiritual knowledge.
As the eye is the organ of physical sight; the mind, of intellectual sight; so
the organ of spiritual vision is this strange power, Obedience.
This is one of the great discoveries the Bible
has made to the world. It is purely a Bible thought. Philosophy never conceived
a truth so simple and yet so sublime. And, although it was known in Old
Testament times, and expressed in Old Testament books, it was reserved for
Jesus Christ to make the full discovery to the world, and add to His teaching
another of the profoundest truths which have come from heaven to earth--that
the mysteries of the Father's will are hid in this word "obey."
The circumstances in which Christ made the great
discovery to the world are known to every one.
The Feast of Tabernacles was in progress in
Jerusalem when Jesus entered the temple to teach. A circle of Jews were
gathered round Him who seem to have been spell-bound with the extraordinary
wisdom of His words. He made no pretension to be a scholar. He was no graduate
of the Rabbinical schools. He had no access to the sacred literature of the
people. Yet here was this stranger from Nazareth confounding the wisest heads
in Jerusalem, and unfolding with calm and effortless skill such truths as even
these temple walls had never heard before. Then "the Jews marvelled, saying,
`How knoweth this man letters, never having learned?'" What organ of spiritual
knowledge can He have, never having learned? Never having learned--they
did not know that Christ had learned. They did not know the school at
Nazareth whose Teacher was in heaven--whose schoolroom was a carpenter's
shop--the lesson, the Father's will. They knew not that hidden truths could
come from God, or wisdom from above.
What came to them was gathered from human books,
or caught from human lips. They knew no organ save the mind; no instrument of
knowing the things of heaven but that by which they learned in the schools. But
Jesus points to a spiritual world which lay still far beyond, and tells them of
the spiritual eye which reads its profounder secrets and reveals the mysteries
of God. "My doctrine is not Mine," He says, "but His that sent Me"; and "My
judgment is just," as He taught before, "because I seek not Mine own will, but
the will of the Father which hath sent Me." And then, lest men should think
this great experience was never meant for them, He applies His principles to
every human mind which seeks to know God's will. "If any man will do His will,
he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be of God."
The word doctrine here is not to be taken in our
sense of the word doctrine. It is not the doctrine of theology. "Any man" is to
know if he will do His will. But it is God's teaching--God's mind. If any man
will do His will, he shall know God's mind; he shall know God's teaching and
God's will.
In this sense, or indeed in the literal sense,
from the first look at these words it appears almost as if a contradiction were
involved. To know God's will, it is as much as to say, do God's
will. But how are we to do God's will until we know it? To
know it; that is the very dilemma we are in. And it seems no way out of
it to say, Do it and you shall know it. We want to know it, in
order to do it; and now we are told to do it, in order to know it! If any man
do, he shall know.
But that is not the meaning of the words. That is
not even the words themselves. It is not, If any man do, he shall know;
but if any man will do. And the whole sense of the passage turns upon
that word will. It means, "If any man is willing to do, he shall
know." He does not need to do His will in order to know, he only need be
willing to do it. For "will" is not at all the sign of the future tense as it
looks. It is not connected with the word do at all, but a separate verb
altogether, meaning "is willing," or "wills." If any man wills, or if any man
is willing, to do, he shall know.
Now notice the difference this makes in the
problem. Before, it looked as if the doing were to come first and then the
knowing His will; but now another element is thrown in at the very beginning.
The being willing comes first and then the knowing; and thereafter the doing
may follow--the doing, that is to say, if the will has been sufficiently clear
to proceed.
The whole stress of the passage therefore turns
on this word "will." And Christ's answer to the question, How to know the will
of God? may be simply stated thus: "If any man is willing to do God's will he
shall know," or, in plainer language still, "If any man is sincerely trying to
do God's will, he shall know."
The connection of all this with obedience is just
that being willing is the highest form of obedience. It is the spirit and
essence of obedience. There is an obedience in the world which is no obedience,
because the act of obedience is there, but the spirit of submission is not.
"A certain man," we read in the Bible, "had two
sons; and he came to the first, and said, `Son, go work to-day in my vineyard.'
He answered, `I will not': but afterward he repented and went. And he came to
the second, and said likewise. And he answered, `I go, sir': and went not.
Whether of them twain did the will of his father?" Obedience here comes out in
its true colours as a thing in the will. And if any man have an obeying will, a
truly single and submissive will, he shall know of the teaching, or of the
leading, whether it be of God.
If we were to carry out this principle into a
practical case, it might be found to work in some such way as this. To-morrow,
let us say, there is some difficulty before us in our path. It lies across the
very threshold of our life, and we cannot begin the working week without, at
least, some notice that it is there. It may be some trifling item of business
life, over which unaccountable suspicions have begun to gather of late, and to
force themselves in spite of everything into thought and conscience, and even
into prayer. Or, it may be, some change of circumstance is opening up, and
alternatives are appearing, and demanding choice of one. Perhaps it is some
practice in our life which the clearing of the spiritual atmosphere and
increasing light from God are hinting to be wrong, while reason cannot coincide
exactly and condemn. At all events there is something on the mind--something to
do, to suffer, to renounce--and there are alternatives on the mind to
distinguish, to choose from, to reject. Suppose, indeed, we made this case a
personal as well as an illustrative thing, the question rises, How are we to
separate God's light on the point from our own, disentangle our thoughts on the
point from His, and be sure we are following His will, not the reflected image
of ours?
The first process towards this discovery
naturally would be one of outlook. Naturally we would set to work by collecting
all the possible materials for decision from every point of the compass,
balancing the one consequence against the other, then summing up the points in
favour of each by itself, until we chose the one which emerged at last with
most of reason on its side. But this would only be the natural man's way out of
the dilemma. The spiritual man would go about it in another way. This way, he
would argue, has no religion in it at all, except perhaps the acknowledgment
that reason is divine; and though it might be quite possible and even probable
that the light should come to him through the medium of reason, yet he would
reach his conclusion, and likely enough a different conclusion, quite from
another side.
And his conclusion would likewise be a better and
sounder conclusion. For the insight of the non-religious method may be
impaired, and the real organ of knowing God's will so out of order from disuse,
that even reason would be biassed in its choice. A heart not quite subdued to
God is an imperfect element, in which His will can never live; and the
intellect which belongs to such a heart is an imperfect instrument and cannot
find God's will unerringly--for God's will is found in regions which obedience
only can explore.
Accordingly, he would go to work from the
opposite side from the first. He would begin not in out-look, but in in-look.
He would not give his mind to observation. He would devote his soul to
self-examination, to self-examination of the most solemn and searching kind.
For this principle of Christ is no concession to an easy life, or a careless
method of rounding a difficult point. It is a summons rather to learn the
highest and most sacred thing in Heaven, by bracing the heart to the loftiest
and severest sacrifice on earth--the bending of an unwilling human will till it
blends in the will of God. It means that the heart must be watched with a
jealous care, and most solemnly kept for God. It means that the hidden desires
must be taken out one by one and regenerated by Christ--that the faintest
inclination of the soul, when touched by the spirit of God, must be prepared to
assume the strength of will and act at any cost. It means that nothing in life
should be dreaded so much as that the soul should ever lose its sensitiveness
to God; that God should ever speak and find the ear just dull enough to miss
what He has said; that God should have some active will for so e ready to make
it our daily prayer, that we may know God's will; and when the heart is
prepared like this, and the wayward will is drilled in sacrifice and patience
to surrender all to me human will to perform, and our heart be not the first in
the world to be ready to obey.
When we have attained to this by meditation, by
self-examination, by consecration, and by the Holy Spirit's power, we may b
God, God's will may come out in our career at every turning of our life, and be
ours not only in sacramental aspiration but in act.
To search for God's will with such an instrument
is scarce to search at all. God's will lies transparently in view at every
winding of the path; and if perplexity sometimes comes, in such way as has been
supposed, the mind will gather the phenomena into the field of vision, as
carefully, as fully, as laboriously, as if no light would come at all, and then
stand still and wait till the wonderful discerning faculty of the soul, that
eye which beams in the undivided heart and looks right out to God from every
willing mind, fixes its gaze on one far distant spot, one spot perhaps which is
dark to all the world besides, where all the lights are focussed in God's
will.
How this finite and this infinite are brought to
touch, how this invisible will of God is brought to the temporal heart must
ever remain unknown. The mysterious meeting-place in the prepared and willing
heart between the human and divine--where, precisely, the will is finally moved
into line with God's--of these things knoweth no man save only the Spirit of
God.
The wind bloweth where it listeth. "We hear the
sound thereof, but cannot tell whence it cometh or whither it goeth." When
every passion is annihilated, and no thought moves in the mind, and all the
faculties are still waiting for God, the spiritual eye may trace perhaps some
delicate motion in the soul, some thought which stirs like a leaf in the unseen
air and tells that God is there. It is not the stillness, nor the unseen
breath, nor the thought that only stirred, but these three mysteries in one
which reveal God's will to me. God's light, it is true, does not supersede, but
illuminates our thoughts. Only when God sends an angel to trouble the pool let
us have faith for the angel's hand, and believe that some power of Heaven has
stirred the waters in our soul.
Let us but get our hearts in position for knowing
the will of God--only let us be willing to know God's will in our hearts that
we may do God's will in our lives, and we shall raise no questions as to how
this will may come, and feel no fears in case the heavenly light should go.
But let it be remembered, as already said, that
it requires a well-kept life to will to do this will. It requires a well-kept
life to do the will of God, and even a better kept life to will
to do His will. To be willing is a rarer grace than to be doing the will of
God. For he who is willing may sometimes have nothing to do, and must only be
willing to wait: and it is easier far to be doing God's will than to be willing
to have nothing to do --it is easier far to be working for Christ than it is to
be willing to cease. No, there is nothing rarer in the world to-day than the
truly willing soul, and there is nothing more worth coveting than the will to
will God's will. There is no grander possession for any Christian life than the
transparently simple mechanism of a sincerely obeying heart. And if we could
keep the machinery clear, there would be lives in thousands doing God's will on
earth even as it is done in Heaven. There would be God in many a man's career
whose soul is allowed to drift--a useless thing to God and the world--with
every changing wind of life, and many a noble Christian character rescued from
wasting all its virtues on itself and saved for work for Christ.
And when the time of trial comes, and all in
earth and heaven is dark and even God's love seems dim: what is there ever left
to cling to but this will of the willing heart, a God-given, God-ward bending
will, which says amidst the most solemn and perplexing vicissitudes of life:
"Father, I know
that all my life
Is portioned out for me;
The changes that are sure to come
I do not fear to see;
I ask Thee for a present mind,
Intent on pleasing Thee."