Church of England -- Sermons; Sermons, English -- 19th century
spite of all our sins.
And how shall we learn this? How shall the bottomless pit, if we fall
into it, be but a pathway to the everlasting rock?
David tells us:
‘Out of the deep have I cried unto thee, O Lord.’
He cried to God.
Not to himself, his own learning, talents, wealth, prudence, to pull him
out of that pit. Not to princes, nobles, and great men. Not to
doctrines, books, church-goings. Not to the dearest friend he had on
earth; for they had forsaken him, could not understand him, thought him
perhaps beside himself. Not to his own good works, almsgivings,
church-goings, church-buildings. Not to his own experiences, faith’s
assurances, frames or feelings. The matter was too terrible to be
plastered over in that way, or in any way. He was face to face with God
alone, in utter weakness, in utter nakedness of soul, He cried to God
himself. There was the lesson.
God took away from him all things, that he might have no one to cry to
but God.
God took him up, and cast him down: and there he sat all alone,
astonished and confounded, like Rizpah, the daughter of Aiah, when she
sat alone upon the parching rock. Like Rizpah, he watched the dead
corpses of all his hopes and plans, all for which he had lived, and which
made life worth having, withering away there by his side. But it was
told David what Rizpah, the daughter of Aiah, had done. And it is told
to one greater than David, even to Jesus Christ, the Son of David, what
the poor soul does when it sits alone in its despair. Or rather it need
not be told him; for he sees all, weeps over all, will comfort all: and
it shall be to that poor soul as it was to poor deserted Hagar in the
sandy desert, when the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast her
child—the only thing she had left—under one of the shrubs and hurried
away; for she said, ‘Let me not see the child die.’ And the angel of the
Lord called to her out of heaven, saying, ‘The Lord hath heard the voice
of the lad where he is;’ and God opened her eyes, and she saw a well of
water.
It shall be with that poor soul as it was with Moses, when he went up
alone into the mount of God, and fasted forty days and forty nights amid
the earthquake and the thunderstorm, and the rocks which melted before
the Lord. And behold, when it was past, he talked face to face with God,
as a man talketh with his friend, and his countenance shone with heavenly
light, when he came down triumphant out of the mount of God.
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