Westminster Sermons

Chapter 13

This is not a matter to be discussed here. But this I say, that scientific men, in the last generation or two, have learnt, to their great honour, and to the great good of mankind--everything, or almost everything, about it--except the thing itself; and that, below all facts, below all experiments, below all that the eye or brain of man can discover, lies always a something nameless, invisible, imponderable, yet seemingly omnipresent and omnipotent; retreating before the man of science deeper and deeper, the deeper he delves: namely, the life, which shapes and makes all phenomena, and all facts. Scientific men are becoming more and more aware of this unknown force, I had almost said, ready to worship it. More and more the n.o.blest minded of them are becoming engrossed with that truly miraculous element in nature which is always escaping them, though they cannot escape it. How should they escape it? Was it not written of old--Whither shall I go from Thy presence? and whither shall I flee from Thy Spirit?

What then can we know of this same life, which is so precious in most men"s eyes?

My friends, it was once said--That man"s instinct was in all unknown matters to take refuge in G.o.d. The words were meant as a sneer. I, as a Christian, glory in them; and ask, Where else should man take refuge, save in G.o.d? When man sees anything--as he must see hundreds of things--which he cannot account for; things mysterious, and seemingly beyond the power of his mind to explain: what safer, what wiser word can he say than--This is the Lord"s doing, and it is marvellous in our eyes?

G.o.d understands it: though I do not. Be it what it may, it is a work of G.o.d. From G.o.d it comes: by G.o.d it is ruled and ordered. That at least I know: and let that be enough for me. And so we may say of life. When we are awed, and all but terrified, by the unfathomable mystery of life, we can at least take refuge in G.o.d. And if we be wise, we shall take refuge in G.o.d. Whatever we can or cannot know about it, this we know; that it is the gift of G.o.d. So thought the old Jewish Prophets and Psalmists; and spoke of a breath of G.o.d, a vapour, a Spirit of G.o.d, which breathed life into all things. It was but a figure of speech, of course: but if a better one has yet been found, let the words in which it has been written or spoken be shewn to me. For to me, at least, they are yet unknown. I have read, as yet, no wiser words about the matter than those of the old Jewish sages, who told how, at the making of the world, the Spirit, or breath, of G.o.d moved on the face of the waters, quickening all things to life; or how G.o.d breathed into man"s nostrils the breath or spirit of life, and man became a living soul.

And in the same temper does that true philosopher and truly inspired Psalmist, who wrote the 139th Psalm, speak of the Spirit or breath of G.o.d. He considers his own body: how fearfully and wonderfully it is made; how G.o.d did see his substance, yet being imperfect; and in G.o.d"s book were all his members written, which day by day were fashioned, while as yet there was none of them. "Thou," he says, "O G.o.d, hast fashioned me behind and before, and laid Thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me; I cannot attain to it." "But," he says to himself, "there is One Who has attained to it; Who does know; for He has done it all, and is doing it still: and that is G.o.d and the Spirit of G.o.d. Whither"--he asks--"shall I go then from G.o.d"s Spirit? Whither shall I flee from G.o.d"s presence?" And so he sees by faith--and by the highest reason likewise--The Spirit of G.o.d, as a living, thinking, acting being, who quickens and shapes, and orders, not his mortal body merely, but all things; giving life, law, and form to all created things, from the heights of heaven to the depths of h.e.l.l; and ready to lead him and hold him, if he took the wings of the morning and fled into the uttermost parts of the sea.

And so speaks again he who wrote the 104th Psalm, and the text which I have chosen. To him, too, the mystery of death, and still more the mystery of life, could be explained only by faith in G.o.d, and in the Spirit of G.o.d. If things died, it was because G.o.d took away their breath, and therefore they returned to their dust. And if things lived, it was because the Spirit of G.o.d, breathed forth, and proceeding, from G.o.d, gave them life. He pictured to himself, I dare to fancy, what we may picture to ourselves--for such places have often been, and are now, in this world--some new and barren land, even as the very gravel on which we stand was once, just risen from the icy sea, all waste and lifeless, without a growing weed, an insect, even a moss. Then, gradually, seeds float thither across the sea, or are wafted by the winds, and grow; and after them come insects; then birds; then trees grow up; and larger animals arrive to feed beneath their shade; till the once barren land has become fertile and rich with life, and the face of the earth is renewed.

But by what? "G.o.d," says the Psalmist, "has renewed the face of the earth." True, the seeds, the animals came by natural causes: but who was the Cause of those causes? Who sent the things thither, save G.o.d? And who gave them life? Who kept the life in floating seeds, in flying spores? Who made that life, when they reached the barren sh.o.r.e, grow and thrive in each after their kind? Who, but the Spirit of G.o.d, the Lord and Giver of life? G.o.d let His Spirit proceed and go forth from Himself upon them; and they were made; and so He renewed the face of the earth.

That, my good friends, is not only according to Scripture, but according to true philosophy. Men are slow to believe it now: and no wonder. They have been always slow to believe in the living G.o.d; and have made themselves instead dead G.o.ds--if not of wood and stone, still out of their own thoughts and imaginations; and talk of laws of nature, and long abstractions ending in ation and ality, like that "Evolution" with which so many are in love just now; and worship them as G.o.ds; mere words, the work of their own brains, though not of their own hands--even though they be--as many of them are--Evolution, I hold, among the rest--true and fair approximations to actual laws of G.o.d. But before them, and behind them, and above them and below them, lives the Author of Evolution, and of everything else. For G.o.d lives, and reigns, and works for ever. The Spirit of G.o.d proceedeth from the Father and the Son, giving, evolving, and ruling the life of all created things; and what we call nature, and this world, and the whole universe, is an unfathomable mystery, and a perpetual miracle, The one Author and Ruler of which is the ever-blessed Trinity, of whom it is written--"The glorious majesty of the Lord shall endure for ever: the Lord shall rejoice in His works."

I believe, therefore, that the Psalmist in the text is speaking, not merely sound doctrine but sound philosophy. I believe that the simplest and the most rational account of the mystery of life is that which is given by the Christian faith; and that the Nicene Creed speaks truth and fact, when it bids us call the Holy Spirit of G.o.d the Lord and Giver of life.

That this is according to the orthodox Catholic Faith there is no doubt.

Many mistakes were made on this matter, in the early times of the Church, even by most learned and holy divines; as was to be expected, considering the mysteriousness of the subject. They were inclined, often, to what is called Pantheism--that is, to fancy that all living things are parts of G.o.d; that G.o.d"s Spirit is in them, as our soul is in our body, or as heat is in a heated matter; and to speak of G.o.d"s Spirit as the soul and life of the world.

But this is exactly what the Nicene Creed does not do. It does not say that the Holy Spirit is life: but that He is the Lord and Giver of life--a seemingly small difference in words: but a most vast and important difference in meaning and in truth.

The true doctrine, it seems to me, is laid down most clearly by the famous bishop, Cyril of Alexandria; who, whatever personal faults he had--and they were many--had doubtless dialectic intellect enough for this, and even deeper questions. And he says--"The Holy Spirit moves all things that are moved; and holds together, and animates, and makes alive, the whole universe. Nor is He another Nature different from the Father and the Son: but as He is in us; of the same nature and the same essence as they." And so says another divine, Eneas of Gaza--"The Father, with the Son, sends forth the Holy Spirit; and inspiring with this Spirit all things, beyond sense and of sense--invisible and visible--fills them with power, and holds them together, and draws them to Himself." And he prays thus to the Holy Spirit a prayer which is to my mind as n.o.ble as it is true--"O Holy Spirit, by whom G.o.d inspires, and holds together, and preserves all things, and leads them to perfection." I quote such words to shew you that I am not giving you new fancies of my own: but simply what I believe to be the ancient, orthodox and honest meaning of that same Nicene Creed, which you just new heard; where it says that the Holy Spirit is the Lord and Giver of life; and the meaning of the 104th Psalm also, where it says--"Thou lettest Thy breath--Thy Spirit--go forth, and they shall be made, and Thou shall renew the face of the earth."

And now--if anyone shall say--This may be all very true. But what is it to me? You are talking about nature; about animals and plants, and lands and seas. What I come to church to hear of, is about my own soul--

I should answer such a man--My good friend, you come to church to hear about G.o.d as well as about what you call your soul. And any sound knowledge which you can learn about G.o.d, must be--believe me--of use to your immortal soul. For if you have wrong notions concerning G.o.d: how can you avoid having wrong notions concerning your soul, which lives and moves and has its being in G.o.d?

But look at it thus. At least I have been speaking of the works of G.o.d.

And are not you, too, a work of G.o.d? The Lord shall rejoice in His works, even to the tiniest gnat that dances in the sun. Is the Lord rejoicing in you? I have said--Whither shall a man go from G.o.d"s presence? Are you forgetting or remembering G.o.d"s presence? And--Whither shall a man flee from G.o.d"s Spirit? Are you, O man, fleeing from G.o.d"s Spirit, and forgetting His gracious inspirations; all pure and holy, and n.o.ble, and just and lovely and truly human, thoughts, in the whirl of pleasure, or covetousness, or ambition, or actual sin? If so, look at the tiniest gnat which dances in the air, the meanest flower beneath your feet; and be ashamed, and fear, and tremble before the Living G.o.d, and before His Spirit. For the gnat and the flower are doing their duty, and pleasing the Holy Spirit of G.o.d; and you are not doing your duty, and are grieving the Holy Spirit of G.o.d. For simply: because that Spirit is the Spirit of G.o.d, He is a Holy Spirit, who tries to make you--O man and not animal--holy; a moral, and spiritual, and good being. Because you are a moral and spiritual being, G.o.d"s Spirit exercises over you a moral power which He does not exercise over the plants and animals. He works not merely on your body and your brain: but on your heart and immortal soul.

But if you choose to be immoral, when He is trying to keep you moral; if you choose to be carnal like the brutes, while He is trying to make you spiritual, like Jesus Christ, from whom He proceeds: then, oh then, tremble, and beware, and be ashamed before the very flowers which grow in your own garden-bed; for they fulfil the law which G.o.d has given them.

They are what they ought to be, each after its kind. But you are not what you ought to be, after your kind; which is a good man, or a good woman, or a good child.

Oh beware lest the Lord should fulfil in you the awful words of this Psalm; lest He should hide His face from you, and you be troubled; and lest when He takes away your breath you should die, and turn again to your dust; and find, too late, that the wages of sin are death--death not merely of the body, but of the soul. Rather repent, and amend, and remember that most blessed, and yet most awful fact--that G.o.d"s Spirit is with you from your baptism until now, putting into your heart good desires, and ready to enable you--if you will--to bring those good desires to good effect: instead of leaving them only as good intentions, with which, says the too true proverb, h.e.l.l is paved.

So will be fulfilled in you the blessed words of the next verse--When Thou lettest Thy Spirit go forth, they shall be made; and Thou shalt renew the face of the earth--words which St Augustine of old applied to the work of G.o.d"s Spirit on the souls of men.

For well it is with us--as St Augustine says--when G.o.d takes away from us our own spirit, the spirit of pride and self-will and self-righteousness; and we see that we are but dust and ashes; worse than the animals, in that we have sinned, and they have not. Confess--he says--thy weakness and thy dust: and then listen to what follows:--Thou shalt take away from them their own spirit; but Thou shalt send forth Thy Spirit on them, and they shall be made and created anew. As the Apostle says, "We are G.o.d"s own workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works." And so--he says--G.o.d will indeed renew the face of the earth with converted and renewed men, who confess that they are not righteous in themselves, but made righteous by the grace of the Spirit of G.o.d; and so the Lord shall rejoice in His works; you will be indeed His work, and He will rejoice in you.

Yes. G.o.d will indeed rejoice in us, if we obey the G.o.dly inspirations of His Spirit. But again, we shall rejoice in G.o.d; if we be but led by His Spirit into all truth, and thence into all righteousness. Then we shall be in harmony with G.o.d, and with the whole universe of G.o.d. We shall have our share in that perpetual worship which is celebrated throughout the universe by all creatures, rational and irrational, who are obeying the laws of their being; the laws of the Spirit of G.o.d, the Lord and Giver of life. We shall take our part in that perpetual Hymn which calls on all the works of the Lord, from angels and powers, sun and stars, winds and seasons, seas and floods, trees and flowers, beasts and cattle, to the children of men, and the servants of the Lord, and the spirits and souls of the righteous, and the holy and humble men of heart--"O all ye works of the Lord, bless ye the Lord, praise Him and magnify Him for ever."

SERMON XVIII. DEATH.

PSALM CIV. 20, 21.

Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth. The lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from G.o.d.

Let me say a few words on this text. It is one which has been a comfort to me again and again. It is one which, if rightly understood, ought to give comfort to pitiful and tender-hearted persons.

Have you never been touched by, never been even shocked by, the mystery of pain and death? I do not speak now of pain and death among human beings: but only of that pain and death among the dumb and irrational creatures, which from one point of view is more pitiful than pain and death among human beings.

For pain, suffering, and death, we know, may be of use to human beings.

It may make them happier and better in this life, or in the life to come; if they are the Christians which they ought to be. But of what use can suffering and death be to dumb animals? How can it make them better in this life, and happier in the life to come? It seems, in the case of animals, to be only so much superfluous misery thrown away. Would to G.o.d that people would remember that, when they unnecessarily torment dumb creatures, and then excuse themselves by saying--Oh, they are not human beings; they are not Christians; and therefore it does not matter so much. I should have thought that therefore it mattered all the more: and that just because dumb animals have, as far as we know, only this mortal life, therefore we should allow them the fuller enjoyment of their brief mortality.

And yet, how much suffering, how much violent death, there is among animals. How much? The world is full of it, and has been full of it for ages. I dare to say, that of the millions on millions of living creatures in the earth, the air, the sea, full one-half live by eating each other. In the sea, indeed, almost every kind of creature feeds on some other creature: and what an amount of pain, of terror, of violent death that means, or seems to mean!

We here, in a cultivated country, are slow to take in this thought. We have not here, as in India, Africa, America, lion and tiger, bear and wolf, jaguar and puma, perpetually prowling round the farms, and taking their t.i.the of our sheep and cattle. We have never heard, as the Psalmist had, the roar of the lion round the village at night, or seen all the animals, down to the very dogs, crowding together in terror, knowing but too well what that roar meant. If we had; and had been like the Psalmist, thoughtful men: then it would have been a very solemn question to us--From whom the lion was asking for his nightly meal; whether from G.o.d, or from some devil as cruel as himself?

But even here the same slaughter of animals by animals goes on. The hawk feeds on the small birds, the small birds on the insects, the insects, many of them, on each other. Even our most delicate and seemingly harmless songsters, like the nightingale, feed entirely on living creatures--each one of which, however small, has cost G.o.d as much pains--if I may so speak in all reverence--to make as the nightingale itself; and thus, from the top to the bottom of creation, is one chain of destruction, and pain, and death.

What is the meaning of it all? Ought it to be so, or ought it not? Is it G.o.d"s will and law, or is it not? That is a solemn question; and one which has tried many a thoughtful, and tender, and virtuous soul ere now, both Christian and heathen; and has driven them to find strange answers to it, which have been, often enough, not according to Scripture, or to the Catholic Faith.

Some used to say, in old times; and they may say again--This world, so full of pain and death, is a very ill-made world. We will not believe that it was made by the good G.o.d. It must have been made by some evil being, or at least by some stupid and clumsy being--the Demiurgus, they called him--or the world-maker--some inferior G.o.d, whom the good G.o.d would conquer and depose, and so do away with pain, and misery, and death. A pardonable mistake: but, as we are bound to believe, a mistake nevertheless.

Others, again, good Christians and good men likewise, have invented another answer to the mystery--like that which Milton gives in his "Paradise Lost." They have said--Before Adam fell there was no pain or death in the world. It was only after Adam"s fall that the animals began to destroy and devour each other. Ever since then there has been a curse on the earth, and this is one of the fruits thereof.

Now I say distinctly, as I have said elsewhere, that we are not bound to believe this or anything like it. The book of Genesis does not say that the animals began to devour each other at Adam"s fall. It does not even say that the ground is cursed for man"s sake now, much less the animals.

For we read in Genesis ix. 21--"And the Lord said, I will not any more curse the ground for man"s sake." Neither do the Psalmists and Prophets give the least hint of any such doctrine. Surely, if we found it anywhere, we should find it in this very 104th Psalm, and somewhere near the very verse which I have taken for my text. But this Psalm gives no hint of it. So far from saying that G.o.d has cursed His own works, or looks on them as cursed: it says--"The Lord shall rejoice in His works."

Others will tell us that St Paul has said so, where he says that "by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin." But I must very humbly, but very firmly, demur to that. St Paul shews that when he speaks of the world he means the world of men; for he goes on to say, "And so death pa.s.sed upon all men, in that all have sinned." By mentioning men, he excludes the animals; he excludes all who have not sinned: according to a sound rule of logic which lawyers know well. What St Paul meant, I believe, is most probably this: that Adam, by sinning, lost his heavenly birthright; and put on the carnal and fleshly likeness of the animals, instead of the likeness of G.o.d in which he was created; and therefore, sowing to the flesh, of the flesh reaped corruption; and became subject to death even as the dumb beasts are.

Be that as it may, we know--as certainly as we can know anything from the use of our own eyes and common sense--that long ages before Adam, long ages before men existed on this earth, the animals destroyed and ate each other, even as they are doing now. We know that ages ago, in old worlds, long before this present world in which we live, the seas swarmed with sharks and other monsters, who not only died as animals do now, but who did devour--for there is actual proof of it--other living creatures; and that the same process went on on the land likewise. The rocks and soils, for miles beneath our feet, are one vast graveyard, full of the skeletons of creatures, almost all unlike any living now, who, long before the days of Adam, and still more before the days of Noah, lived and died, generation after generation; and sought their meat--from whom--if not from G.o.d?

Yes, that last is the answer--the only answer which can give a thoughtful and tender-hearted soul comfort, at the sight of so much pain and death on earth--In every unknown question, to take refuge in G.o.d. And that is the answer which the inspired Psalmist gives, in the 104th Psalm--"The lions roaring after their prey do seek their meat from G.o.d." And if they seek it from G.o.d, all must be right: we know not how; but He who made them knows.

Consider, with respect and admiration, the manful, cheerful view of pain and death, and indeed of the whole creation, which the Psalmist has, because he has faith. There is in him no sentimentalism, no complaining of G.o.d, no impious, or at least weak and peevish, cry of "Why hast Thou made things thus?" He sees the mystery of pain and death. He does not attempt to explain it: but he faces it; faces it cheerfully and manfully, in the strength of his faith, saying--This too, mysterious, painful, terrible as it may seem, is as it should be; for it is of the law and will of G.o.d, from whom come all good things; of The G.o.d in whom is light, and in Him is no darkness at all. Therefore to the Psalmist the earth is a n.o.ble sight; filled, to his eyes, with the fruit of G.o.d"s works. And so is the great and wide sea likewise. He looks upon it; "full of things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts," for ever dying, for ever devouring each other. And yet it does not seem to him a dreadful and a shocking place. What impresses his mind is just what would impress the mind of a modern poet, a modern man of science; namely, the wonderful variety, richness, and strangeness of its living things. Their natures and their names he knows not. It was not given to his race to know. It is enough for him that known unto G.o.d are all His works from the foundation of the world. But one thing more important than their natures and their names he does know; for he perceives it with the instinct of a true poet and a true philosopher--"These all wait upon thee, O G.o.d, that Thou mayest give them meat in due season."

But more.--"There go the ships;" things specially wonderful and significant to him, the landsman of the Judaean hills, as they were afterward to Muhammed, the landsman of the Arabian deserts. And he has talked with sailors from those ships; from Tarshish and the far Atlantic, or from Ezion-geber and the Indian seas. And he has heard from them of mightier monsters than his own Mediterranean breeds; of the Leviathan, the whale, larger than the largest ship which he has ever seen, rolling and spouting among the ocean billows, far out of sight of land, and swallowing, at every gape of its huge jaws, hundreds of living creatures for its food. But he does not talk of it as a cruel and devouring monster, formed by a cruel and destroying deity, such as the old Canaanites imagined, when--so the legend ran--they offered up Andromeda to the sea-monster, upon that very rock at Joppa, which the Psalmist, doubtless, knew full well. No. This psalm is an inspired philosopher"s rebuke to that very superst.i.tion; it is the justification of the n.o.ble old Greek tale, which delivers Andromeda by the help of a hero, taught by the G.o.ds who love to teach Mankind.

For what strikes the Psalmist is, again, exactly what would strike a modern poet, or a modern man of science: the strength and ease of the vast beast; its enjoyment of its own life and power. It is to him the Leviathan, whom "G.o.d has made to play in the sea;" "to take his pastime therein."

Truly this was a healthy-minded man; as all will be, and only they, who have full faith in the one good G.o.d, of whom are all things, both in earth and heaven.

Then he goes further still. He has looked into the face of life innumerable. Now he looks into the face of innumerable death; and sees there too the Spirit and the work of G.o.d.

Thou givest to them; they gather: Thou openest thy hand; they are filled with good: Thou hidest thy face; they are troubled: Thou takest away their breath; they die, and are turned again to their dust.

Poetry? Yes: but, like all highest poetry, highest philosophy; and soundest truth likewise. Nay, he goes further still--further, it may be, than most of us would dare to go, had he not gone before us in the courage of his faith. He dares to say, of such a world as this--"The glory of the Lord shall endure for ever. The Lord shall rejoice in His works."

The glory of the Lord, then, is shewn forth, and endures for ever, in these animals of whom the Psalmist has been speaking, though they devour each other day and night. The Lord rejoices in His works, even though His works live by each other"s death. The Lord shall rejoice in His works--says this great poet and philosopher.

But what Lord, and what G.o.d? Ah, my friends, all depends on the answer to that question. "There be," says St Paul, "lords many, and G.o.ds many:"

and since his time, men have made fresh lords and G.o.ds for themselves, and believed in them, and worshipped them, while they fancied that they were believing in the one true G.o.d, in the same G.o.d in whom the man believed who wrote the 104th Psalm.

Do we truly believe in that one true G.o.d, Father, Son and Holy Spirit?

Let me beg you to consider that question earnestly. The Psalmist, when he talked of the Lord, did not mean merely what some people call the Deity, or the Supreme Being, or the Creator. You will remark that I said--What. I do not care to say, Whom, of such a notion; that is, of a G.o.d who made the world, and set it going once for all, but has never meddled with it; never, so to speak, looked at it since: so that the world would go on just the same, and just as well, if G.o.d thenceforth had ceased to be. No: that is a dead G.o.d; an absentee G.o.d--as one said bitterly once. But the Psalmist believed in the living G.o.d, and a present G.o.d, in whom we live and move and have our being; in a G.o.d who does not leave the world alone for a moment, nor in the smallest matter, but is always interested in it, attending to it, enforcing His own laws, working--if I may so speak in all reverence--and using the most pitifully insufficient a.n.a.logy--working--I say--His own machinery; making all things work together for good, at least to those who love G.o.d; a G.o.d without whom not a sparrow falls to the ground, and in whose sight all the hairs of our heads are numbered.

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