Now, there are three things here that I desire to look at--G.o.d"s merciful call to us all; the response of the devout soul to that call; and the prayer which is built upon both.
I. We have G.o.d"s merciful call to us all.
"Thou saidst, Seek ye My face." Now, that expression, "the face of G.o.d,"
though highly metaphorical, is perfectly clear and defined in its meaning. It corresponds substantially to what the Apostle Paul calls, in speaking of the knowledge of G.o.d beyond the limits of revelation, "that which may be known of G.o.d"; or, in more modern language, the side of the divine nature which is turned to man; or, in plainer words still, G.o.d, in so far as He is revealed. It means substantially the same thing as the other Scriptural expression, "the name of the Lord." Both phrases draw a broad distinction between what G.o.d is, in the infinite fulness of His incomprehensible being, and what He is as revealed to man; and both imply that what is revealed is knowledge, real and valid, though it may be imperfect.
This, then, being the meaning of the phrase, what is the meaning of the invitation: "Seek ye My face"? Have we to search for that, as if it were something hidden, far off, lost, and only to be recovered by our effort?
No: a thousand times no! For the seeking, to which G.o.d mercifully invites us, is but the turning of the direction of our desires to Him, the recognition of the fact that His face is more than all else to men, the recognition that whilst there are many that say, "Who will show us any good?" and put the question impatiently, despairingly, vainly, they that turn the seeking into a prayer, and ask, "Lord! lift Thou the light of Thy countenance upon us," will never ask in vain. To seek is to desire, to turn the direction of thought and will and affection to Him and to take heed that the ordering of our daily lives is such as that no mist rising from them shall come between us and that brightness of light, or hide from us the vision splendid. They who seek G.o.d by desire, by the direction of thought and will and love, and by the regulation of their daily lives in accordance with that desire, are they who obey this commandment.
Next we come to that great thought that G.o.d is ever sounding out to all mankind this invitation to seek His face. By the revelation of Himself He bids us all sun ourselves in the brightness of His countenance. One of the New Testament writers, in a pa.s.sage which is mistranslated in our Authorised Version, says that G.o.d "calls us by His own glory and virtue." That is to say, the very manifestation of the divine Being is such that there lies in it a summons to behold Him, and an attraction to Himself. So fair is He, that He but needs to withdraw the veil, and men"s hearts rejoice in that countenance, which is as the sun shining in his strength; "nor know we anything more fair than is the smile upon His face." If we see Him as He really is, we cannot choose but love. By all His works He calls us to seek Him, not only because the intellect demands that there shall be a personal Will behind all these phenomena, but because they in themselves proclaim His name, and the proclamation of His name is the summons to behold.
By the very make of our own spirits He calls us to Himself. Our restlessness, our yearnings, our movings about as aliens in the midst of things seen and visible, all these bid us turn to Him in whom alone our capacities can be satisfied, and the hunger of our souls appeased. You remember the old story of the Saracen woman who came to England seeking her lover, and pa.s.sed through these foreign cities, with no word upon her tongue that could be understood of those that heard her except his name whom she sought. Ah! that is how men wander through the earth, strangers in the midst of it. They cannot translate the cry of their own hearts, but it means, "G.o.d--my soul thirsteth for Thee"; and the thirst bids us seek His face.
He summons us by all the providences and events of our changeful lives.
Our sorrows by their poignancy, our joys by their incompleteness and their transiency, alike call us to Him in whom alone the sorrows can be soothed and the joys made full and remain. Our duties, by their heaviness, call us to turn ourselves to Him, in whom alone we can find the strength to fill the _role_ that is laid upon us, and to discharge our daily tasks.
But, most of all, He summons us to Himself by Him who is the Angel of His Face, "the effulgence of His glory, and the express image of His person." In the face of Jesus Christ, "the light of the knowledge of the glory of G.o.d" beams out upon us, as it never shone on this Psalmist of old. He saw but a portion of that countenance, through a thick veil which thinned as faith gazed, but was never wholly withdrawn. The voice that he heard calling him was less penetrating and less laden with love than the voice that calls us. He caught some tones of invitation sounding in providences and prophecies, in ceremonies and in law; we hear them more full and clear from the lips of a Brother. They sound to us from the cradle and the cross, and they are wafted down to us from the throne. G.o.d"s merciful invitation to us poor men never has taken, nor will, nor can, take a sweeter and more attractive form than in Christ"s version of it: "Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Friend! that summons comes to us; may we deal with it as the Psalmist did!
II. That brings me to note, secondly, the devout soul"s response to the loving call from G.o.d.
I have already pointed out how beautifully and vividly the contrast between the two is expressed in our text: "Seek ye My face"--"Thy face will I seek." The Psalmist takes the general invitation and converts it into an individual one, to which he responds. G.o.d"s "ye" is met by his "I." The Psalmist makes no hesitation or delay--"_When_ Thou saidst ...
my heart said to Thee." The Psalmist gathers himself together in a concentrated resolve of a fixed determination--"Thy face _will_ I seek."
That is how we ought to respond.
Make the general invitation thy very own. G.o.d summons all, because He summons each. He does not cast His invitations out at random over the heads of a crowd, as some rich man might fling coins to a mob, but He addresses every one of us singly and separately, as if there were not another soul in the universe to hear His voice but our very own selves.
It is for us not to lose ourselves in the crowd, since He has not lost us in it; but to appropriate, to individualise, to make our very own, the universality of His call to the world. It matters nothing to you what other men may do; it matters not to you how many others may be invited, and whether they may accept or may refuse. When that "Seek ye"
comes to my heart, life or death depends on my answering, "Whatsoever others may do, as for me I will seek Thy face." We preachers that have to stand and address a mult.i.tude sound out the invitation, and it loses in power, the more there are to listen to us. If I could get you one by one, the poorest words would have more weight with you than the strongest have when spoken to a crowd. Brother! G.o.d individualises us, and G.o.d speaks to Thee, "Wilt thou behold My face?" Answer, "As for me, I will."
Again, the Psalmist "made haste, and delayed not, but made haste" to respond to the merciful summons. Ah! how many of us, in how many different ways, fall into the snare "by-and-by"! "not now"; and all these days, that slip away whilst we hesitate, gather themselves together to be our accusers hereafter. Friend! why should you limit the blessedness that may come into your life to the f.a.g end of it when you have got tired and satiated, or tired and disappointed with the world and its good? "Seek ye the Lord while He may be found, call ye upon Him while He is near." It is poor courtesy to show to a merciful invitation from a bountiful host if I say; "After I have looked to the oxen I have bought, and tested them, and measured the field that I have acquired; after I have drunk the sweetness of wedded life with the wife that I have married, then I will come. But, for the present, I pray thee, have me excused." And that is what many are doing, more or less.
The Psalmist gathered himself together in a fixed resolve, and said, "I _will_." That is what we have to do. A languid seeker will not find; an earnest one will not fail to find. But if half-heartedly, now and then, when we are at leisure in the intervals of more important and pressing daily business, we spasmodically bethink ourselves, and for a little while seek for the light of G.o.d"s felt presence to shine upon us, we shall not get it. But if we lay a masterful hand, as we ought to do, on these divergent desires that draw us asunder, and bind ourselves, as it were, together, by the strong cord of a resolved purpose carried out throughout our lives, then we shall certainly not seek in vain.
Alas! how strange and how sad is the reception which this merciful invitation receives from so many of us! Some of you never hear it at all. Standing in the very focus where the sounds converge, you are deaf, as if a man behind the veil of the falling water of Niagara, on that rocky shelf there, should hear nothing. From every corner of the universe that voice comes; from all the providences and events of our lives that voice comes; from the life and death of Jesus Christ that voice comes; and not a sound reaches your ears. "Having ears, they hear not," and some of us might take the Psalmist"s answer, with one sad word added, as ours--"When Thou saidst, Seek ye My face, my heart said unto Thee, Thy face, Lord, will I _not_ seek."
Brethren! it is heaven on earth to say, "Thou dost call, and I answer.
Speak, Lord, for Thy servant heareth." Yet you shut yourselves up to, and with, misery and vanity, if you so deal with G.o.d"s merciful summons as some of us are dealing with it, so that He has to say, "I called, and ye refused; I stretched out My hand, and no man regarded."
III. Lastly, we have here a prayer built upon both the invitation and the acceptance.
"Hide not Thy face far from me." That prayer implies that G.o.d will not contradict Himself. His promises are commandments. If He bids us seek He binds Himself to show. His veracity, His unchangeableness, are pledged to this, that no man who yields to His invitation will be balked of his desire. He does not hold out the gift in His hand, and then twitch it away when we put out encouraged and stimulated hands to grasp it. You have seen children flashing bright reflections from a mirror on to a wall, and delighting to direct them away to another spot, when a hand has been put out to touch them. That is not how G.o.d does. The light that He reveals is steady, and whosoever turns his face to it will be irradiated by its brightness.
The prayer builds itself on the a.s.surance that, because G.o.d will not contradict Himself, therefore every heart seeking is sure to issue in a heart finding. There is only one region where that is true, brethren!
there is only one tract of human experience in which the promise is always and absolutely fulfilled:--"Ask, and ye shall receive; seek, and ye shall find." We hunt after all other good, and at the best we get it in part or for a time, and when possessed, it is not as bright as when it shone in the delusive colours of hope and desire. If you follow other good, and are drawn after the elusive lights that dance before you, and only show how great is the darkness, you will not reach them, but will be mired in the bog. If you follow after G.o.d"s face, it will make a sunshine in the shadiest places of life here. You will be blessed because you walk all the day long in the light of His countenance, and when you pa.s.s hence it will irradiate the darkness of death, and thereafter, "His servants shall serve Him, and shall see His face," and, seeing, shall be made like Him, for "His name shall be in their foreheads."
Brethren! we have to make our choice whether we shall see His face here on earth, and so meet it hereafter as that of a long-separated and long-desired friend; or whether we shall see it first when He is on His throne, and we at His bar, and so shall have to "call on the rocks and the hills to fall on us, and cover us from the face of Him who is our Judge."
THE TWO GUESTS
"His anger endureth but a moment; in His favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."--PSALM x.x.x. 5.
A word or two of exposition is necessary in order to bring out the force of this verse. There is an obvious ant.i.thesis in the first part of it, between "His anger" and "His favour." Probably there is a similar ant.i.thesis between a "moment" and "life." For, although the word rendered "life" does not unusually mean a _lifetime_ it _may_ have that signification, and the evident intention of contrast seems to require it here. So, then, the meaning of the first part of my text is, "the anger lasts for a moment; the favour lasts for a lifetime." The perpetuity of the one, and the brevity of the other, are the Psalmist"s thought.
Then, if we pa.s.s to the second part of the text, you will observe that there is there also a double ant.i.thesis. "Weeping" is set over against "joy"; the "night" against the "morning." And the first of these two contrasts is the more striking if we observe that the word "joy" means, literally, "a joyful shout," so that the voice which was lifted in weeping is conceived of as now being heard in exultant praise. Then, still further, the expression "may endure" literally means "may come to lodge." So that Weeping and Joy are personified. Two guests come; one, dark-robed and approaching at the fitting season for such, "the night."
The other bright, coming with all things fresh and sunny, in the dewy morn. The guest of the night is Weeping; the guest that takes its place in the morning is Gladness.
The two clauses, then, of my text suggest substantially the same thought, and that is the persistence of joy and the transitoriness of sorrow. The one speaks of the succession of emotions in the man; the other, of the successive aspects of the divine dealings which occasion these. The whole is a leaf out of the Psalmist"s own experience. The psalm commemorates his deliverance from some affliction, probably a sickness. That is long gone past; and the tears that it caused have long since dried up. But this shout of joy of his has lasted all these centuries, and is like to be immortal. Well for us if we can read our life"s story with the same cheery confidence as he did his, and have learned like him to discern what is the temporary and what the permanent element in our experience!
I. Note, first, the proportion of joy and sorrow in an ordinary life.
The Psalmist expresses, as I have said, the same idea in both clauses.
In the former the "anger" is contemplated not so much as an element in the divine mind, as in its manifestations in the divine dealings. I shall have a word or two, presently, to say about the Scriptural conception of the "anger" of G.o.d and its relation to the "favour" of G.o.d; but for the present I take the two clauses as being substantially equivalent.
Now is it true--is it not true?--that if a man rightly regards the proportionate duration of these two diverse elements in his life, he must come to the conclusion that the one is continuous and the other is but transitory? A thunderstorm is very short when measured against the long summer day in which it crashes; and very few days have them. It must be a bad climate where half the days are rainy. If we were to take the chart and p.r.i.c.k out upon it the line of our sailing, we should find that the s.p.a.ces in which the weather was tempestuous were brief and few indeed as compared with those in which it was sunny and calm.
But then, man looks before and after, and has the terrible gift that by antic.i.p.ation and by memory he can prolong the sadness. The proportion of solid matter needed to colour the Irwell is very little in comparison with the whole of the stream. But the current carries it, and half an ounce will stain miles of the turbid stream. Memory and antic.i.p.ation beat the metal thin, and make it cover an enormous s.p.a.ce. And the misery is that, somehow, we have better memories for sad hours than for joyful ones, and it is easier to get accustomed to "blessings," as we call them, and to lose the poignancy of their sweetness because they become familiar, than it is to apply the same process to our sorrows, and thus to take the edge off them. The rose"s p.r.i.c.kles are felt in the flesh longer than its fragrance lives in the nostrils, or its hue in the eye.
Men have long memories for their pains as compared with their remembrance of their sorrows.
So it comes to be a piece of very homely, well-worn, and yet always needful, practical counsel to try not to magnify and prolong grief, nor to minimise and abbreviate gladness. We can make our lives, to our own thinking, very much what we will. We cannot directly regulate our emotions, but we can regulate them, because it is in our own power to determine which aspect of our life we shall by preference contemplate.
Here is a room, for instance, papered with a paper with a dark background and a light pattern on it. Well, you can manoeuvre your eye about so as either to look at the black background--and then it is all black, with only a little accidental white or gilt to relieve it here and there; or you can focus your eye on the white and gold, and then that is the main thing, and the other is background. We can choose, to a large extent, what we shall conceive our lives to be; and so we can very largely modify their real character.
"There"s nothing either good or bad But thinking makes it so."
They who will can surround themselves with persistent gladness, and they who will can gather about them the thick folds of an everbrooding and enveloping sorrow. Courage, cheerfulness, thankfulness, buoyancy, resolution, are all closely connected with a sane estimate of the relative proportions of the bright and the dark in a human life.
II. And now consider, secondly, the inclusion of the "moment" in the "life."
I do not know that the Psalmist thought of that when he gave utterance to my text, but whether he did it or not, it is true that the "moment"
spent in "anger" is a part of the "life" that is spent in the "favour."
Just as within the circle of a life lies each of its moments, the same principle of inclusion may be applied to the other contrast presented here. For as the "moment" is a part of the "life," the "danger" is a part of the love. The "favour" holds the "anger" within itself, for the true Scriptural idea of that terrible expression and terrible fact, the "wrath of G.o.d," is that it is the necessary aversion of a perfectly pure and holy love from that which does not correspond to itself. So, though sometimes the two may be set against each other, yet at bottom, and in reality, they are one, and the "anger" is but a mode in which the "favour" manifests itself. G.o.d"s love is plastic, and if thrown back upon itself, grieved and wounded and rejected, becomes the "anger" which ignorant men sometimes seem to think it contradicts. There is no more antagonism between these two ideas when they are applied to G.o.d than when they are applied to you parents in your relations to a disobedient child. You know, and it knows, that if there were no love there would be little "anger." Neither of you suppose that an irate parent is an unloving parent. "If ye, being evil, know how," in dealing with your children, to blend wrath and love, "how much more shall your Father which is in heaven" be one and the same Father when His love manifests itself in chastis.e.m.e.nt and when it expands itself in blessings!
Thus we come to the truth which breathes uniformity and simplicity through all the various methods of the divine hand, that howsoever He changes and reverses His dealings with us, they are one and the same.
You may get two diametrically opposite motions out of the same machine.
The same power will send one wheel revolving from right to left, and another from left to right, but they are co-operant to grind out at the far end the one product. It is the same revolution of the earth that brings blessed lengthening days and growing summer, and that cuts short the sun"s course and brings declining days and increasing cold. It is the same motion which hurls a comet close to the burning sun, and sends it wandering away out into fields of astronomical s.p.a.ce, beyond the ken of telescope, and almost beyond the reach of thought. And so one uniform divine purpose, the "favour" which uses the "anger," fills the life, and there are no interruptions, howsoever brief, to the steady continuous flow of His outpoured blessings. All is love and favour. Anger is masked love, and sorrow has the same source and mission as joy. It takes all sorts of weathers to make a year, and all tend to the same issue, of ripened harvests and full barns. O brethren! if we understand that G.o.d means something better for us than happiness, even likeness to Himself, we should understand better how our deepest sorrows and bitterest tears, and the wounds that penetrate deepest into our bleeding hearts, all come from the same motive, and are directed to the same end as their most joyful contraries. One thing the Lord desires, that we may be partakers of His holiness, and so we may venture to give an even deeper meaning to the Psalmist"s words than he intended, and recognise that the "moment"
is an integral part of the "life," and the "anger" a mode of the manifestation of the "favour."
III. Lastly, notice the conversion of the sorrow into joy.
I have already explained the picturesque image of the last part of my text, which demands a little further consideration. There are two figures presented before us, one dark robed and one bright garmented.
The one is the guest of the night, the other is the guest of the morning. The verb which occurs in the first clause of the second half of my text is not repeated in the second, and so the words may be taken in two ways. They may either express how Joy, the morning guest, comes, and turns out the evening visitant, or they may suggest how we took Sorrow in when the night fell, to sit by the fireside, but when morning dawned--who is this, sitting in her place, smiling as we look at her? It is Sorrow transfigured, and her name is changed into Joy. Either the subst.i.tution or the transformation may be supposed to be in the Psalmist"s mind.
Both are true. No human heart, however wounded, continues always to bleed. Some gracious vegetation creeps over the wildest ruin. The roughest edges are smoothed by time. Vitality a.s.serts itself; other interests have a right to be entertained and are entertained. The recuperative powers come into play, and the pang departs and poignancy is softened. The cutting edge gets blunt on even poisoned spears by the gracious influences of time. The nightly guest, Sorrow, slips away, and ere we know, another sits in her place. Some of us try to fight against that merciful process and seem to think that it is a merit to continue, by half artificial means, the first moment of pain, and that it is treason to some dear remembrances to let life have its way, and to-day have its rights. That is to set ourselves against the dealings of G.o.d, and to refuse to forgive Him for what His love has done for us.
But the other thought seems to me to be even more beautiful, and probably to be what was in the Psalmist"s mind--viz. the transformation of the evil, Sorrow itself, into the radiant form of Joy. A prince in rags comes to a poor man"s hovel, is hospitably received in the darkness, and being received and welcomed, in the morning slips off his rags and appears as he is. Sorrow is Joy disguised.