All about us there are these creatures of G.o.d, bright and blessed and beautiful, fit for their functions and meant to minister to our gladness. They are meant to be held in subordination. It is not meant that we should find in them the food for our souls. Wealth and honour and wisdom and love and gratified ambition and successful purpose, and whatsoever other good things a man may gather about him and achieve--he may have them all, and yet in spite of them all there will be a great aching, longing vacuity in his soul. His true and inmost being will be groping through the darkness, like a plant growing in a cellar, for the light which alone can tinge its pale petals and swell its shrivelling blossoms to ripeness and fruit.
A dry place, as well as a dangerous place--have not you found it so? I believe that every soul of man has, if he will be honest with himself, and that there is not one among us who would not, if he were to look into the deepest facts and real governing experience of his life, confess--I thirst: "my soul thirsteth." And oh, brethren, why not go on with the quotation, and make that which is else a pain, a condition of blessedness? Why not recognise the meaning of all this restless disquiet, and say "My soul thirsteth for G.o.d, for the living G.o.d"?
And then there is the other idea also underlying these words, yet another phase of this sad life of ours--not only danger and drought, but also weariness and languor. The desert stretches before us again, where there is no shelter from the blast and no trickling stream amid the yellowing sand; where the fierce ball above beats down cruelly, and its hot rays are flung up cruelly into our faces, and the glare blinds us, and the stifling heat wearies us, and work is a torture and motion is misery, and we long for nothing so much as to be quiet and to hide our heads in some shade.
I was reading recently one of our last books of travel in the wilderness of the Exodus, in which the writer told how, after toiling for hours under a scorching sun, over the hot, white, marly flat, seeing nothing but a beetle or two on the way, and finding no shelter anywhere from the pitiless beating of the sunshine, the weary travellers came at last to a little Retem bush only a few feet high, and flung themselves down and tried to hide, at least, their heads, from those "sunbeams like swords," even beneath its ragged shade. And my text tells of a great rock, with blue dimness in its shadow, with haply a fern or two in the moist places of its crevices, where there is rest, and a man can lie down and be cool, while all outside is burning sun, and burning sand, and dancing mirage.
Oh! the weariness felt by us all, of plod, plod, plodding across the sand! That fatal monotony into which every man"s life stiffens, as far as outward circ.u.mstances, outward joys and pleasures go! the depressing influence of custom which takes the edge off all gladness and adds a burden to every duty! the weariness of all that tugging up the hill, of all that collar-work which we have to do! Who is there that has not his mood, and that by no means the least worthy and man-like of his moods, wherein he feels not, perhaps, that all is vanity, but--"how infinitely wearisome it all is."
And so every race of man that ever has lived has managed out of two miseries to make a kind of shadowy gladness; and, knowing the weariness of life and the blackness of death, has somewhat lightened the latter by throwing upon it the thought of the former, and has said, "Well, at any rate, if the grave be narrow and dark, and if outside "the warm precincts of the cheerful day" there be that ambiguous night, at least it is the place for sleep; and, if we cannot be sure of anything more, we shall rest then, at any rate." So the hope of "long disquiet merged in rest" becomes almost bright, and man"s weariness finds most pathetic expression in his thinking of the grave as a bed where he can stretch himself and be still. Life is hard, life is dry, life is dangerous.
II. But another thought suggested by these words is--The Mysterious Hope which shines through them.
One of ourselves shall deliver us from all this evil in life. "_A man_ shall be a refuge, rivers of water, the shadow of a great rock." Such an expectation seems to be right in the teeth of all experience and far too high-pitched ever to be fulfilled. It appears to demand in him who should bring it to pa.s.s powers which are more than human, and which must in some inexplicable way be wide as the range of humanity and enduring as the succession of the ages.
It is worth while to realise to ourselves these two points which seem to make such words as these of our text a blank impossibility.
Experience contradicts them, and common-sense demands for their fulfilment an apparently impossible human character.
All experience seems to teach--does it not?--that no human arm or heart can be to another soul what these words promise, and what we need. And yet the men who have been disappointed and disenchanted a thousand times do still look among their fellows for what their fellows, too, are looking for, and none have ever found. Have _we_ found what we seek among men? Have we ever known amongst the dearest that we have clung to, one arm that was strong enough to keep us in all danger? Has there ever been a human love to which we can run with the security that _there_ is a strong tower where no evil can touch us? There have been many delights in all our lives mediated and ministered to us by those that we loved. They have taught us, and helped us, and strengthened us in a thousand ways. We have received from them draughts of wisdom, of love, of joy, of guidance, of impulse, of comfort, which have been, as water in the desert is, more precious than gold. Our fellow-travellers have shared their store with us, "letting down their pitchers upon their hand," and giving us drink; but has the draught ever slaked the thirst? They carry but a pitcher, and a pitcher is not a fountain. Have there been any in all the round of those that we have loved and trusted, to whom we have trusted absolutely, without having been disappointed? They, like us, are hemmed in by human limitations. They each bear a burdened and thirsty spirit, itself needing such supplies.
And to the truest, happiest, most soul-sufficing companionship, there comes at last that dread hour which ends all sweet commerce of giving and receiving, and makes the rest of life, for some of us, one monotonous ashen-grey wilderness where no water is. These things make it impossible for us to find anywhere amongst men our refuge and our fruition.
And yet how strange, how pathetic, is the fact that after all disappointments, men still obstinately continue to look among their fellows for guidance and for light, for consolation, for defence, and for strength! After a thousand failures they still hope. Does not the search at once confess that hitherto they have not found, else why be seeking still?--and that they yet believe they will yet find, else why not cease the vain quest? And surely He who made us, made us not in vain, nor cursed us with immortal hopes which are only persistent lies.
Surely there is some living Person who will vindicate these unquenchable hopes of humanity, and receive and requite our love and trust, and satisfy our longings, and explain the riddle of our lives.
If there be not, nor ever has been, nor ever can be a man who shall satisfy us with his love, and defend us with his power, and be our all-sufficient satisfaction and our rest in weariness, then much of man"s n.o.blest nature is a mistake, and many of his purest and profoundest hopes are an illusion, a mockery, and a snare. The obstinate hope that, within the limits of humanity, we shall find what we need is a mystery, except on one hypothesis, that it, too, belongs to "the unconscious prophecies" that G.o.d has lodged in all men"s hearts.
Nor need I remind you, I suppose, how such functions as those of which my text speaks not only seem to be contradicted by all experience, but manifestly and obviously to transcend the possibilities of human nature. _A man_ to defend me; and he himself--does _he_ need no defence? A man to supply my wants; and is his spirit, then, other than mine, that it can become the all-sufficient fulness for my emptiness?
He that can do this for one spirit must be greater than the spirit for which he doeth it. He that can do it for the whole race of man, through all ages, in all circ.u.mstances, down to the end of time, in every lat.i.tude, under every condition of civilisation--who must _he_ be who, for the whole world, evermore and always, is their defence, their gladness, their shelter, and their rest?
The function requires a divine power, and the application of the power requires a human hand. It is not enough that I should be pointed to a far-off heaven, where there dwells an infinite loving G.o.d--I believe that we need more than that. We need both of the truths: "G.o.d is my refuge and my strength," and "A man shall be a hiding-place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest."
III. That brings me to the last point to be noticed, namely:--The solution of the mystery in the person of Jesus Christ.
That which seemed impossible is real. The forebodings of humanity have not fathomed the powers of Divine Love. There _is_ a man, our brother, bone of our bone, and flesh of our flesh, who can be to single souls the adequate object of their perfect trust, the abiding home of their deepest love, the unfailing supply for their profoundest wants. There _is_ one man to whom it is wise and blessed to look as the exclusive source of all our peace, the absolute ruler of all our lives. There _is_ a man in whom we find all that we have vainly sought in men. There _is_ a man, who can be to all ages and to the whole race their refuge, their satisfaction, their rest. "It behoved Him to be made in all points like unto His brethren," that His succour might be ever near, and His sympathy sure. The man Christ Jesus who, being man, is G.o.d manifest in the flesh, exercises in one and the same act the offices of divine pity and human compa.s.sion, of divine and human guardianship, of divine and human love.
"And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thought."
The dreams of weary hearts that have longed for an impossible perfection are all below the reality. The fact surpa.s.ses all expectation. It is more than all prophecies, it is more than all hopes, it is more than all praise. It is G.o.d"s unspeakable gift. Well might an angel voice proclaim the mystery of love, "Unto you is _born_ a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord." The ancient promise of our text is history now. A man has been and is all these things for us.
A refuge and a hiding-place from every storm--adverse circ.u.mstances sweep upon us, and His mighty hand is put down there as a buckler, behind which we may hide and be safe. Temptations to evil storm upon us, but if we are enclosed within Him they never touch us. The fears of our own hearts swirl like a river in flood against the walls of our fortress home, and we can laugh at them, for it is founded upon a rock!
The day of judgment rises before us solemn and certain, and we can await it without fear, and approach it with calm joy. I call upon no mountains and hills to cover me.
"Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee."
"Rivers of water in a dry place,"--hungry and thirsty, my soul fainted within me. I longed for light, and behold darkness. I longed for help, and there was none that could come close to my spirit to succour and to give me drink in the desert. My conscience cried in all its wounds for cleansing and stanching, and no comforter nor any balm was there. My heart, weary of limited loves and mortal affections, howsoever sweet and precious, yearned and bled for one to rest upon all-sufficient and eternal. I thirsted with a thirst that was more than desire, that was pain, and was coming to be death, and I heard a voice which said, "If any man thirst, let him come unto Me and drink."
"The shadow of a great rock in a weary land,"--and my heart was weary by reason of the greatness of the way, and duties and tasks seemed toils and burdens, and I was ready to say, "Wherefore has Thou made me and all men in vain? Surely all this is vanity and vexation of spirit,"
and I heard One that laid His hand upon me and said, "Come unto Me, and I will give thee rest." I come to Thee, O Christ, faint and perishing, defenceless and needy, with many a sin and many a fear; to Thee I turn for Thou hast died for me, and for me thou dost live. Be Thou my shelter and strong tower. Give me to drink of living water. Let me rest in Thee while in this weary land, and let Thy sweet love, my Brother and my Lord, be mine all on earth and the heaven of my heaven!
HOW TO DWELL IN THE FIRE OF G.o.d
"Who among us shall dwell with the devouring fire? who among us shall dwell with everlasting burnings? 15. He that walketh righteously, and speaketh uprightly; he that despiseth the gain of oppressions, that shaketh his hands from holding of bribes, that stoppeth his ears from hearing of blood, and shutteth his eyes from seeing evil."--ISAIAH x.x.xiii. 14, 15.
"He that dwelleth in love dwelleth in G.o.d"--1 JOHN iv. 16.
I have put these two verses together because, striking as is at first sight the contrast in their tone, they refer to the same subject, and they substantially preach the same truth. A hasty reader, who is more influenced by sound than by sense, is apt to suppose that the solemn expressions in my first text, "the devouring fire" and" everlasting burnings," mean _h.e.l.l_. They mean _G.o.d_, as is quite obvious from the context. The man who is to "dwell in the devouring fire" is the _good_ man. He that is able to abide "the everlasting burnings" is "the man that walketh righteously and speaketh uprightly," that "despiseth the gain of oppression, that shaketh his hands from holding of bribes, that stoppeth his ears from hearing of blood, and shutteth his eyes from seeing evil." The prophet has been calling all men, far and near, to behold a great act of divine judgment in which G.o.d has been manifested in flaming glory, consuming evil; now he represents the "sinners in Zion," the unworthy members of the nation, as seized with sudden terror, and anxiously asking this question, which in effect means: "Who among us can abide peacefully, joyfully, fed and brightened, not consumed and annihilated, by that flashing brightness and purity?" The prophet"s answer is the answer of common-sense--like draws to like. A holy G.o.d must have holy companions.
But that is not all. The fire of G.o.d is the fire of love as well as the fire of purity; a fire that blesses and quickens, as well as a fire that destroys and consumes. So the Apostle John comes with his answer, not contradicting the other one, but deepening it, expanding it, letting us see the foundations of it, and proclaiming that as a holy G.o.d must be surrounded by holy hearts, which will open themselves to the flame as flowers to the sunshine, so a loving G.o.d must be cl.u.s.tered about by loving hearts, who alone can enter into deep and true friendship with Him.
The two answers, then, of these texts are one at bottom; and when Isaiah asks, "Who shall dwell with the everlasting fire?"--the perpetual fire, burning and unconsumed, of that divine righteousness--the deepest answer, which is no stern requirement but a merciful promise, is John"s answer, "He that dwelleth in love dwelleth in G.o.d."
The simplest way, I think, of bringing out the force of the words before us will be just to take these three points which I have already suggested: the world"s question, the partial answer of the prophet, the complete answer of the Apostle.
I. The World"s Question.
I need only remind you how frequently in the Old Testament the emblem of fire is employed to express the divine nature. In many places, though by no means in all, the prominent idea in the emblem is that of the purity of the divine nature, which flashes and flames as against all which is evil and sinful. So we read in one grand pa.s.sage in this book of Isaiah, "the Light of Israel shall become a fire"; as if the lambent beauty of the highest manifestation of G.o.d gathered itself together, intensified itself, was forced back upon itself, and from merciful, illuminating light turned itself into destructive and consuming fire. And we read, you may remember, too, in the description of the symbolical manifestation of the divine nature which accompanied the giving of the Law on Sinai, that "the glory of the Lord was like devouring fire on the top of the mountain," and yet into that blaze and brightness the Lawgiver went, and lived and moved in it.
There is, then, in the divine nature a side of antagonism and opposition to evil, which flames against it, and labours to consume it.
I would speak with all respect for the motives of many men in this day who dread to entertain the idea of the divine wrath against evil, lest they should in any manner trench upon the purity and perfectness of the divine love. I respect and sympathise with the motive altogether; and I neither respect nor sympathise with the many ferocious pictures of that which is called the wrath of G.o.d against sin, which much so-called orthodox teaching has indulged in. But if you will only remove from that word "anger" the mere human a.s.sociations which cleave to it, of pa.s.sion on the one hand, and of a wish to hurt its object on the other, then you cannot, I think, deny to the divine nature the possession of such pa.s.sionless and unmalignant wrath, without striking a fatal blow at the perfect purity of G.o.d. A G.o.d that does not hate evil, that does not flame out against it, using all the energies of His being to destroy it, is a G.o.d to whose character there cleaves a fatal suspicion of indifference to good, of moral apathy. If I have not a G.o.d to trust in that hates evil because He loveth righteousness, then "the pillared firmament itself were rottenness, and earth"s base built on stubble"; nor were there any hope that this d.a.m.nable thing that is killing and sucking the life-blood out of our spirits should ever be destroyed and cast aside. Oh! it is short-sighted wisdom, and it is cruel kindness, to tamper with the thought of the wrath of G.o.d, the "everlasting burnings" of that eternally pure nature wherewith it wages war against all sin.
But then, let us remember that, on the other side, the fire which is the destructive fire of perfect purity is also the fire that quickens and blesses. G.o.d is love, says John, and love is fire, too. We speak of "the flame of love," of "warm affections," and the like. The symbol of fire does not mean destructive energy only. And these two are one.
G.o.d"s wrath is a form of G.o.d"s love; G.o.d hates because He loves.
And the "wrath" and the "love" differ much more in the difference of the eyes that look, than they do in themselves. Here are two bits of gla.s.s; one of them sifts out and shows all the fiery-red rays, the other all the yellow. It is the one same pure, white beam that pa.s.ses through them both, but one is only capable of receiving the fiery-red beams of the wrath, and the other is capable of receiving the golden light of the love. Let us take heed lest, by destroying the wrath, we maim the love; and let us take heed lest, by exaggerating the wrath, we empty the love of its sweetness and its preciousness; and let us accept the teaching that these are one, and that the deepest of all the things that the world can know about G.o.d lies in that double saying, which does not contradict its second half by its first, but completes its first by its second--G.o.d is Righteousness, G.o.d is Love.
Well, then, that being so, the question rises to every mind of ordinary thoughtfulness: "Who among us shall dwell with the devouring fire? who among us shall dwell with everlasting burnings?" A G.o.d fighting against evil; can you and I hope to hold familiar fellowship with Him? A G.o.d fighting against evil; if He rises up to exercise His judging and His punishing energies, can we meet Him? "Can thy heart endure and thy hands be strong, in the day that I shall deal with thee?" is the question that comes to each of us if we are reasonable people. I do not dwell upon it; but I ask you to take it, and answer it for yourselves.
To "dwell with everlasting burnings" means two things. First, it means to hold familiar intercourse and communion with G.o.d. The question which presents itself to thoughtful minds is--What sort of man must I be if I am to dwell near G.o.d? The lowliest bush may be lit by the divine fire and not be consumed by it; and the poorest heart may be all aflame with an indwelling G.o.d, if only it yield itself to Him, and long for His likeness. Electricity only flames into consuming fire when its swift pa.s.sage is resisted. The question for us all is--How can I receive this holy fire into my bosom, and not be burned? Is any communion possible, and if it is, on what conditions? These are the questions which the heart of man is really asking, though it knows not the meaning of its own unrest.
"To dwell with everlasting burnings" means, secondly, to bear the action of the fire--the judgment of the present and the judgment of the future. The question for each of us is--How can we face that judicial and punitive action of that Divine Providence which works even here, and how can we face the judicial and punitive action in the future?
I suppose you all believe, or at least say that you believe, that there is such a future judgment. Have you ever asked yourselves the question, and rested not until you got a reasonable answer to it, on which, like a man leaning on a pillar, you can lean the whole weight of your expectations--How am I to come into the presence of that devouring fire? Have you any fireproof dress that will enable you to go into the furnace like the Hebrew youths, and walk up and down in the midst of it, well and at liberty? Have you? "Who shall dwell amidst the everlasting fires?"
That question has stirred sometimes, I know, in the consciences of every man and woman that is listening to me. Some of you have tampered with it and tried to throttle it, or laughed at it and shuffled it out of your mind by the engrossments of business, and tried to get rid of it in all sorts of ways: and here it has met you again to-day. Let us have it settled, in the name of common-sense (to invoke nothing higher), once for all, upon reasonable principles that will stand; and do you see that you settle it to-day.
II. And now, look next at the prophet"s answer.
It is simple. He says that if a man is to hold fellowship with, or to face the judgment of, the pure and righteous G.o.d, the plainest dictate of reason and common-sense is that he himself must be pure and righteous to match. The details into which hid answer to the question runs out are all very homely, prosaic, pedestrian kind of virtues, nothing at all out of the way, nothing that people would call splendid or heroic. Here they are:--"He that walks righteously,"--a short injunction, easily spoken, but how hard!--"and speaketh uprightly, he that despiseth the gain of oppression, that shaketh his hands from holding of bribes, that stoppeth his ears from hearing of blood, that shutteth his eyes from seeing evil." Righteous action, righteous speech, inward hatred of possessions gotten at my neighbour"s cost, and a vehement resistance to all the seductions of sense, shutting one"s hands, stopping one"s ears, fastening one"s eyes up tight so that he may not handle, nor hear, nor see the evil--there is the outline of a trite, everyday sort of morality which is to mark the man who, as Isaiah says, can "dwell amongst the everlasting fires."
Now, if at your leisure you will turn to Psalms xv. and xxiv., you will find there two other versions of the same questions and the same answer, both of which were obviously in our prophet"s mind when he spoke. In the one you have the question put: "Who shall abide in Thy tabernacle?" In the other you have the same question put: "Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord?" And both these two psalms answer the question and sketch the outline (and it is only an outline) of a righteous man, from the Old Testament point of view, substantially in the same fashion that Isaiah does here.
I do not need to remark upon the altogether unscientific and non-exhaustive nature of the description of righteousness that is set forth here. There are a great many virtues, plain and obvious, that are left out of the picture. But I ask you to notice one very special defect, as it might seem. There is not the slightest reference to anything that we call religion. It is all purely pedestrian, worldly morality; do righteous things; do not tell lies; do not cheat your neighbour; stop your ears if people say foul things in your hearing; shut your eyes if evil comes before you. These are the kind of duties enjoined, and these only. The answer of my text moves altogether on the surface, dealing only with conduct, not with character, and dealing with conduct only in reference to this world. There is not a word about the inner nature, not a word about the inner relation of a man to G.o.d.
It is the minimum of possible qualifications for dwelling with G.o.d.
Well, now, do you achieve that minimum? Suppose we waive for the moment all reference to G.o.d; suppose we waive for the moment all reference to motive and inward nature; suppose we keep ourselves only on the outside of things, and ask what sort of _conduct_ a man must have that is able to walk with G.o.d? We have heard the answer.