George H. Morrison - Devotional Sermons
Devotional For
January 26
The Contradictions of Life
"We went through fire and through
water, but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy place." Psa 66:12
This psalm is the glad utterance of a soul
that is looking back to the deliverance from Egypt. It is a song of praise for
the great goodness of the Lord in bringing His people to the promised land.
There had been times when that journey seemed a failure; times when the desert
seemed so terrible that Israel began to cry again for Egypt. But God in His
strange sovereignty of leadership was going to bring them on to Canaan yet.
They had been brought through fire--the fiery sun in the wilderness of Sinai;
the fiery serpents with the venomous bites. They had been through water. Had
they not crossed the Red Sea and the Jordan dry shod? Now they looked back on
it, and the great souls saw it had all been necessary. They had needed that
baptism in the Red Sea; they had needed the chastening of the fiery serpents if
God was to bring them into a wealthy place.
But when a poet speaks of fire and water, I
think he means more than the material elements. The commonest word, for the
true poet's heart, has wings that carry it away into the distances. There are
suggestions, there are expansions in our ordinary vocabulary, for the one who
sees as every poet does. And the literal fire and the literal water for David
flashed into types and symbols of far other things. Water! O God, were there no
seas of sorrow, were there no floods of tears? Fire! And had no fiery trials
befallen them out in the desert and down by Sinai? It was all that that was in
the poet's heart; it was all that he saw again. In that sense, what a depth of
meaning in the words: "We went through fire and water, but thou broughtest
us out into a wealthy place."
The Contradictions of Life
Now there are many lessons in our verse.
They are filled with the truth of the leadership of God, and we might spend
many a profitable hour in thinking of that omnipotent Deliverer. But I want to
take one simple thought to dwell upon. It is the apparent contradictions of our
life. He speaks of fire and water: are they not very opposites? Fire mounts and
water falls. And when we want to quench the .fire, when the call rises to
extinguish it, what do we use? Why, water. And "we went," said David,
"through fire and water, but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy
place." Life, then, has need of opposites. And life advances through its
contradictions. If you are in line with the leadership of God, you come into
your wealth by strange antagonisms. Now let us take that thought as a
Scriptural lamp and swing it over some of the passages of life. There is a wonderful
comfort and power in it for the right management of changing days. And think of
life's common experiences first.
I take it that there is no one who has not
known the music and the light of joy. It may have come like a bird upon the wing.
It may have come more sternly when the fight was fought, when the hard duty was
done. It may have leaped from one of these thousand wells that in the weariest
heart, thanks be to God, are not quite silted up. And it made life so new, so
rich, so filled with the possibilities of heaven that we were ready to pray
when we were joyful and say that it was God who brought us here. And so it was,
my friend, so it was. He creates light, and every good gift is from Him. And
the pleasures of music, the song of birds, the laughter of children, the love
of friends, these things and things like these, sources of happiness, crowned
in the joy of Christ--these things are all from God.
And then come sorrow and suffering and
loss, and gloom for the sunshine and weeping for the laughter. And the heart
languishes and mourns like Lebanon for the great season of the cross has come.
And all that we ever hoped is contradicted. And here is the exact opposite of
all our joy. And if God was in that, how can He be in this, unless our Leader
contradicts Himself?
But the strange thing about Jesus Christ is
that He has saved us by being a Man of Sorrows, yet He was always speaking of
His joy. And the strange thing about the Christian Gospel is that joy is its
keynote, joy is its glad refrain; and yet it comes to me, to you, and whispers,
My son, my daughter, take up thy cross and bear it. Did Jesus of Nazareth
contradict Himself? Is the Gospel in opposition to the Gospel? Never, friend,
not that: a house divided against itself is doomed. But it is through the
strange antagonisms of the heart, and all the teaching of a diverse guidance,
that we are brought at last to our wealthy place.
Remember, then, that even in daily life God
means us to advance through contradictions. And when the brightness passes and
the shadows come, when the song of the morning is changed into a cry, don't
think that any unlooked-for storm has swept you from your charted course to
heaven. It takes both lights and shadows to make a summer. There is December in
the perfect year no less than June. The earth rolls on to harvest through night
and day, through bitter cold and heat. And you and I need all that ever came to
us if our field is to be golden by and by.
Contrasts in the New Testament
But passing from these common experiences
of life, I note that we cannot open our New Testament without finding the same
element of contradiction.
I think, for example, of the great words of
Jesus, "Come unto me, and I will give you rest." And if there is one
word that sums up the Gospel and carries all the Gospel blessings in its bosom,
I don't know what it is other than that word "rest." Mr. Moody used
to tell the story of a little girl who was very ill. And her mother sang to her
all the familiar hymns and spoke to her of God and love, but the little
daughter was restless and fretful still. And then her mother stooped down and
without a word she took her child into her arms. And her child, with a look of
unutterable peace, said, "Ah, mother, that's what I want."
Now, what is the very opposite of rest? The
very opposite of rest is struggle. And what stands in flat contradiction to the
thought of peace? It is the thought of war. And yet I cannot open my New
Testament without finding that the follower of Christ is called to war.
"Fight the good fight of faith," says the Apostle. "Put on the
whole armor of God, that you may be a victor in the evil day. For we wrestle
not against flesh and blood, but against principalities and powers." And
how can this be? The Gospel of Christ is rest, and yet the note of struggle
rings in it? And it is peace, perfect peace, to live with Christ, and yet the
trumpet sounds the alarm of war? It is an opposition, a contradiction. The
Bible seems in arms against itself. Here, you would say, is a divided house,
and a divided house like that can never stand. But "we went through fire
and water," says the psalmist, "and thou broughtest us out into a
wealthy place!" And even fire and water are not farther separated from
each other than the peace and war that help us to our goal. I cannot explain
these contradictions, but I live through them and they carry me on. For somehow
I never have peace except I struggle, and I cannot struggle if I am not at
peace.
There have been creeds that said, Why
struggle, be at rest, but they have rejected the battle that the soul might be
still. And there are creeds that have said, You have nothing to do with rest:
strive on, fight on, for character, heaven, God. And both philosophies, for all
the practical help they ever gave, have been only stillborn children. Christ
comes: He opens His arms to these antagonisms. He takes the contradictory
thought of peace and war into the very bosom of His Gospel; and there, in
mysterious ways, they harmonize, and my life advances through these
contradictions.
The Realm of Thought
Now come a little deeper--into the realm of
thought. There too, through fire, through water, through truths that seem
opposed to one another, God brings His children to a wealthy place. There is
one truth that is a little in abeyance nowadays: I mean the truth of the
sovereignty of God. We dwell so lovingly upon God's fatherhood that we are
almost in danger of forgetting His sovereignty. It comes like music from the
hills to sing together, "God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to
perform." Do you believe in a foreseeing God? Do you believe in a
fore-ordaining God? Do you believe that the very hairs of your head are
numbered, and that not a sparrow can be struck and fall without the prevision
of the Infinite Mind? Then every event has been fore-calculated yonder, and
every trifle is a pre-arrangement; and back of every word I ever spoke and
every deed I ever tried to do, there moves the sovereign will of the Almighty.
Now tell me, in absolute opposition to that
fore-ordering will--what stands? You answer in a moment--the free will of man.
If I am free to exercise my will as I believe and not the helpless creature of
necessity, what becomes of the pre-determining will of God? If there is one
flat contradiction in the universe, I think, my friends, it is there. And am I
to give up my moral freedom? Heaven guard me, never! And am I to cast the
sovereignty of God to be swirled and scattered by the winds of heaven? No, God
forbid, life would be a poor thing then. But I am to remember that I am going
through fire and water in order that God may bring me to a wealthy place. I
thought that joy and sorrow were contradictions, yet my life has been growing
rich and deep through them. I thought that peace and war were contradictions,
but I never could win my crown except for them. I thought the sovereignty of
God and the free will of man were contradictions, yet it takes belief in both,
even if unreconciled, to deepen, steady, and inspire my character. And some
day, when the rolling mists have fled and the rosy-fingered dawn is on the
hills, and in the dawn the King in His beauty comes, I shall find that things
which to my finite and fragmentary mind seemed alien and utterly opposed to one
another are blended into perfect accord in the infinite intelligence of God.
The Contrast of Life and Death
Watch the streets when the factories come
out. Watch the children playing after school. There is movement, ceaseless
activity, shouting voices; and you look at it and say, what life is there! It
is life that is pulsing in these thousands of hearts. It is life that is moving
in these thousands of feet. It is life that is echoing in these thousands of
voices.
And then, on a quiet Sunday afternoon, you
steal away to where the dead are lying. It may be there is someone of your own
there, and a fresh flower lies upon the grave. And the eye is sealed and the
voice is silenced, and the busy heart will never beat here again. And the gulf
between joy and sorrow, between peace and war, is not so deep, so dark, as the
great gulf between life and death. O death, thou last great enemy of life, what
a measureless distance between thee and living! All other antagonisms are weak
compared to this, the utter opposition of life and death.
But "we went through fire and water," says the psalmist, "but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy place." And no man ever wins his spiritual fortune but through the great antagonism of life and death. We are like seed corn with all life germinate here. But how are we to win our golden harvest? "Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die." I live and die--to live. My life advances through that contradiction now. And in the great eternity, where the one light is God and where every wound is staunched and every tear is dried, I shall find that the burning fire of life was needed, and the waters of Jordan that quenched that fire were needed to bring me out into my wealthy place.
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