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Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 09:56:55 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882


        "A most delightful and experimental little volume. None of the Christian literature of the day is fresher, healthier, or more spiritual."

        "Words of sympathy, comfort and encouragement for the weary pilgrim!"



            Burning the Barley Field
            Short Views
            Flowers from the Tomb of Jesus
            Trusting God in the Dark
            God's School, and its Lessons
            God's Unfoldings
            Christ Shepherding His Flock
            The Everlasting Arms
            Words for the Weary
            The Lord Reigns
            Up to the Hills
            Right Seeing
            The Lord Our Strength
            A Constant Salvation
            Healthy and Happy
            The Angels of the Sepulcher
            The Night-Lodging and the Day-dawn
            Our Two Homes


        Burning the Barley-field

        A great many precious spiritual truths lie concealed under the out-of-the-way passages of God's Word, like Wordsworth's

            "violet by a mossy stone,
             Half hidden from the eye."


        If we turn to a certain verse in 2 Samuel 14, we shall find such a truth hidden under a historical incident. The incident goes this way: Absalom, the deceitful aspirant to his father's throne, wishes to have an interview with Joab, the commander of David's army. He sends for Joab to come to him, but Joab refuses. Finding that the obstinate old soldier pays no heed to his urgent request, he practices a stratagem. He says to one of his servants: "See! Joab's field is next to mine, and he has barley there. Go and set it on fire!" And Absalom's servant set the field on fire. Then Joab arose and came to Absalom. Now, just as the shrewd young prince dealt with Joab in order to bring him unto him - so God employs a regimen of discipline very often in order to bring wayward hearts to Himself.

        Many a reader of this article may have had his barley-field set on fire; there are some even now whose fields are wrapped in flames or are covered with the ashes of extinguished hopes. With backsliders this method is often God's last resort. He sees that the wayward wanderers care more for their earthly possessions than they do for His honor or His service. So He touches them in the tenderest spot, and sweeps away the objects they love too well. They have become idolaters - and he sternly dashes their idols to atoms.

        There was a time when our nation had shamefully backslidden from the fundamental principles of our Declaration of Independence. The value of cotton crops outweighed the value of liberty. The righteous God saw that we cared more for the perpetuity of our prosperity, than we did for the rights of four million of His children. But when the first flash of a national conflagration lighted up the Southern sky, then millions of affrighted voices began to cry out, "Why is our magnificent Union given to the flames?" We could sleep while God's righteous law was trampled under foot; but when the national peace and power and pride were trodden down by the same remorseless heel, we awoke, as a man awakes at the cry of "fire" under his own roof. God saw what we prized most - and He touched that.

        In like manner, many an individual sinner finds his way to Christ by the light of a burning barley-field. Sometimes the awakening comes in the shape of a bodily chastisement. The impenitent heart has never been moved by sermons and never been brought to repentance by any sense of gratitude for God's mercies. So the All-wise One sends a sharp attack of sickness, in order to reach the diseased and hardened heart. The sinner is laid on his back. He is brought to the very verge of eternity. As a past life of transgression rises before his conscience, and the terrors of a wrath to come seize upon him, he cries out, "God be merciful to me a sinner!" When he recovers his health, and goes back into a world that looks very different to him now - his grateful song is, "It was good for me to have been afflicted, for I had gone astray; my feet had well-near slipped!"


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 09:58:22 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        I honestly believe that many a sick-bed has delivered the sufferer from a bed in hell! Pain often drives to prayer. The door which shuts a man out from the world - shuts him in to reflection, and finally into the ark of safety. "There it is," said a young man, as he pointed to a diseased limb, which was eating away his life; "and a precious limb it has been to me. It took me away from a life of folly. It brought me to myself, and to this room of trial, where I have found Christ. I think it has brought me a great way on the road to heaven."

        It was the testimony of a Christian who had lost his eyesight, after a long confinement to a dark room, "I could never see Jesus - until I became blind!" We sometimes wonder why God takes one of his ministers out of the pulpit and lays him on a bed of dangerous illness. It is to give the man a look into eternal realities. He gets clearer views of life and of eternity. Three weeks on the couch of pain and peril teach him some things which he never learned in three years at a theological seminary. Sharp bodily affliction, even if it does not endanger life, is often a wholesome process. Paul's thorn in the flesh, Robert Hall's excruciating pains, and Richard Baxter's physical sufferings - were a very expensive part of their education; but they graduated with higher honor and a brighter crown! Fiery trials make golden Christians! When the balsam-trees in God's garden are cut deep with the knife - they emit the sweetest gums.

        During the last five years a great many barley-fields have been consumed. One Christian had his fortune swept away in the commercial conflagration of 1873; but his heavenly hope was locked up in what was more fire-proof than any iron safe, and his Christian character came out like pure gold from the flames. One of the most benevolent and useful Christian merchants in America has recently seen the flames of ruin go through his field of barley, and the earnings of an honest life are now ashes! He has an inheritance left which the Rothschilds could not buy; and the very loss of his stocks and "securities" has led him to inventory afresh the blessed treasures which he has been laying up in heaven. So, from being a bankrupt, he finds that his best investments are untouched; and there has been no depreciation in his real estate, which lies very near to the everlasting throne! God often sees that a career of unbroken worldly prosperity is becoming very fatal to the soul. Therefore he puts the torch to the barley-field.

        Not only are the impenitent thus dealt with, to bring them to consider their ways, but His own children are often put through a process which is marvelously improving to their graces - for a career of rapid success is seldom healthful to piety. Very few even of Christ's choice ones can travel life's railway with perfect safety at forty miles an hour. The heated axle is very apt to snap, or else the engine flies the track of conformity to God, and goes off the embankment. Prosperity brings out only a few of a good man's graces; it often brings out a great many secret lusts, and no little pride, and selfishness, and forgetfulness of the Master.

        When a favorable wind strikes a vessel right - it fills every inch of the sail. Good reader, if the Lord is so shifting the winds that they reach your undeveloped graces of humility and faith and patience and unselfish love - do not be alarmed. He does not mean to sink you, or crash you on a rock; he only intends to give you a more abundant entrance into the desired haven. Count up all the worldly losses you have had, and see if you are not the gainer - if these losses have but sent you closer to your Savior. You have less money, perhaps - but more enjoyment of the treasures you found at the cross. You are richer toward God. Our loving God has a purpose in every trial. If any heart-broken reader of these lines is crying out like Joab, "Why have you set my field on fire?" I beseech you not to flee away from God in petulant despair. He is only burning up your barley to bring you closer to Himself. Let the flames light you to the mercy-seat. The promises will read the brighter. It is better to lose the barley - than to lose the blessing.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:00:31 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882



        Short Views

        Among the manifold improvements in the Westminster Revision, we are happy to find that our Lord's discourse against sinful worrying is given in the right English. Our common version of the closing portion of the sixth chapter of Matthew has always been very misleading to the average reader. Christ never commanded us to "take no thought for the morrow"; such counsel would contradict common sense, rational prudence, and other explicit commands in the Bible. What our Lord so emphatically forbade - was sinful anxiety, or the overloading of today's work with worry - about the day that has not yet come. The revisers have hit the nail exactly on the head, by introducing the word "anxious" into a half-dozen verses of that portion of the Sermon on the Mount. "Be not anxious for your life - as to what you shall eat," etc. "Which of you by being anxious can add one cubit to the measure of his life?" This whole remonstrance against borrowing trouble in advance - is summed up in the happily translated sentence, "So don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today's trouble is enough for today."

        We may be sure that our blessed Lord knew what was in man - when He gave so much space in His sermon to this one tormenting sin, and repeated six times over, His entreaties to avoid it. Worry is not only a sin against God - it is a sin against ourselves. It sometimes amounts to a slow suicide. Thousands have shortened their lives by it, and millions have made their lives bitter by dropping this gall into their souls every day. Honest work very seldom hurts us; it is worry which kills. I have a perfect right to ask God for a strength equal to today - but I have no right to ask Him for one extra ounce of strength for tomorrow's burden. When tomorrow comes, grace will come with it, and sufficient for the tasks, the trials, or the troubles. God never has built a Christian strong enough to stand the strain of present duties and all the tons of tomorrow's duties and sufferings, piled upon the top of them. Paul himself would have broken down!

        There is only one practical remedy for this deadly sin of needless worry - and that is to take short views. Faith is content to live "from hand to mouth," enjoying each blessing from God as it comes. This perverse spirit of worry runs off and gathers some anticipated troubles and throws them into the cup of mercies - and turns them to vinegar! A bereaved parent sits down by the new-made grave of a beloved child and sorrowfully says to herself, "Well, I have only one more left, and one of these days he may go off to live in a home of his own, or he may be taken away; and if he dies, my house will be desolate and my heart utterly broken." Now who gave that weeping mother permission to use the word "if"? Is not her trial sore enough now, without overloading it with an imaginary trial? And if her strength breaks down, it will be simply because she is not satisfied with letting God afflict her; she tortures herself with imagined afflictions of her own! If she would but take a short view, she would see a living child yet spared to her, to be loved and enjoyed and lived for. Then, instead of having two sorrows, she would have one great possession, to set over against a great loss. Her duty to the living would be not only a relief to her anguish - but the best tribute she could pay to the departed.

        That is a short view which only takes in immediate duty to be done, the immediate temptation to be met, and the immediate sorrow to be carried. My friend, if you have money enough today for your daily needs and something for God's treasury, don't torment yourself with the idea that you or your family may yet get into a poor-house. If your children cluster around your table, enjoy them, train them, trust them to God, without racking yourself with a dread that the little ones may some time be carried off by the scarlet fever, or the older ones may yet be ill-married or may fall into disgrace. Faith carries present loads and meets present assaults and feeds on present promises - and commits the future to a faithful God. Its song is,

            "Lord, keep my feet;
             I do not ask to see
             The distant scene;
             one step's enough for me."


        We shall always take that one step more wisely and firmly and successfully, if we keep our eye on that one step alone. The man who is climbing the Alps must not look too far ahead, or it will tire him; he must not look back, or he gets dizzy; he has but to follow his guide, and set his foot on the right spot before him. This is the way you and I must let Christ lead, and have Him so close to us - that it will be but a short view to behold Him. Sometimes young Christians say to me, "I am afraid to make a public confession of Christ, I may not hold out." They have nothing to do with holding out; it is simply their duty to hold on. When future trials and perils come, their Master will give them help for the hour, if they only make sure that they are His. The short view they need to take is a close, clear view of their own spiritual needs, and a distinct view of Jesus as ever at hand to meet those needs.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:01:47 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        If the fishermen of Galilee had worried themselves over the hardships they were to encounter, they might have been frightened out of their Christian labors, and their eternal crowns. We ministers need to guard against this malignant devil of worry. It torments one pastor with a dread lest, if he preaches certain truths boldly, he may offend his rich pew-holders and drive them away. Let him take care of his conscience - and his Master will take care of him. Another is worried lest his cruse may run dry, and his barrel fail. But his cruse has not yet run dry. Oh no, it is his faith which is running low. Some of us, at the beginning of a year's work, are tempted to overload ourselves with the anticipation of how much we have to do; we need not worry if we will only remember that during the whole year, there will be only one working day, and that is TODAY. Sufficient to each day, is the labor thereof.

        Once more we say - let us take short views. Let us not climb the high wall until we get to it; or fight the battle until it begins; or shed tears over sorrows that may never come; or lose the joys and blessings that we have - by the sinful fear that God will take them away from us. We need all our strength and all the grace God gives us - for today's burdens and today's battle. Tomorrow belongs to our Heavenly Father! I would not know its secrets if I could. It is far better to know Whom we trust, and that He is able to keep all we commit to Him until the last great day!



        Flowers from the Tomb of Jesus

        Our Lord was crucified in the season of early flowers. During the month of April, the rains and sun made vegetation leap forth into wondrous beauty. The gardens were brilliant with the crocus and the hyacinth, and the plains were snowy with the white narcissus. Jesus was buried in a rich man's garden, and no one can tell how many flowers and odorous vines had been planted by the gardener round Joseph's family tomb. The spices within and the flowers without, may have made the spot in which our dear Master slumbered, exceedingly fragrant. That hallowed tomb was itself buried up centuries ago, and the very spot cannot be identified.

        But there are certain flowers of grace which will bloom upon the grave of Jesus to the end of time. FAITH grows there in beautiful profusion. A sad company of ignorant doubters, were those disciples in regard to their Master's resurrection; even when the three women came back from the sepulcher and pronounced it empty, and that they had seen the Savior alive - some of the Apostles treated it as an "idle tale - and believed it not." Thomas stood out until an actual sight of his Lord silenced his unbelief. From that day, faith in Christ's victory over death has been a cardinal feature in every Christian's creed. With it is linked that other faith - that if Jesus rose again, so would everyone who "sleeps in Jesus" rise also from the dust! This perennial flower of faith, which blooms like certain roses, in all seasons, has been set out on innumerable graves all over our death-cursed world!

        HOPE is another fragrant flower which springs from the burial sod. On one leaf of the plant we read, "I am the Resurrection and the Life. He who believes in Me, though he dies - yet shall he live." On another leaf is inscribed, "Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and rose again - and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him."


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:03:03 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        The expectation of every faithful pastor, that he shall yet "break open the grave" and ascend with his flock, cheers his soul when he stands beside the grave in which his faithful ones are being laid - dust to dust. This hope is an anchor that has held many a poor heart-broken mother who has moistened her darling's resting place with her tears. To her Jesus draws near and says, "Weep not - this believing child shall rise again!" And so she tills that little sacred soil until it is covered over with the blossoms of hope as thick as white lilies of the valley. The original seeds of this fair flower came from Christ's tomb in the garden. It grows best when it is watered by prayer. That is a desolate grave indeed, over which there does not creep out a single sprig or blade of hope!

        Are these all the flowers which thrive in the hallowed mold in which Christ's successors lie? No! There is one modest lily, called RESIGNATION. Jesus Himself declared that it was better that He should have died, for He said that He "ought to have suffered and to enter into His glory." His road to glory lay through the tomb - and so must ours! Never did our Lord set this world above the heavenly world. He only brought three people back to life (that we read of), and then only for a high and special purpose to be gained. Truly, if some of the crowned ones in Paradise were driven back to this sin-stained earth - they might well go about mourning for their own loss. To die is gain! That is the sweet word which I detect in every bud and leaf on the plant of Resignation. God has better things in store for us; may His will, not ours, be done.

        It may seem a strange place to set out the flower of THANKFULNESS, but that flower, too, grows and emits its sweetness from Christ's sepulcher and those of His followers. Paul, standing by that grave over which Jesus had triumphed, shouts aloud, "Thanks be to God who gives us the victory through Jesus Christ our Lord!" His triumph over death is our triumph. Because He rose and lives again - we shall live also. Not only on Easter Sundays are these flowers to be found on our Lord's emptied sepulcher - but every day, in every climate, wherever death hollows a grave, these precious plants of grace may be made to bloom, and to scatter their delicious perfumes.

        Perhaps some sorrowing child of God may read these lines and inquire, "Where shall I go to find faith and hope, and resignation for yonder freshly piled mound over my dead beloved one?" We answer, Go to the tomb where Jesus vanquished death - in the garden!



        Trusting God in the Dark

        Sometimes we have a sorrowful experience in life, which seems like walking through a long dark tunnel. The chilling air and the thick darkness make it hard walking, and the constant wonder is why we are compelled to tread so gloomy a path, while others are in the open day of health and happiness. We can only fix our eyes on the bright light at the end of the tunnel, and we comfort ourselves with the thought that every step we take, brings us nearer to the joy and the rest which lie at the end of the way. Extinguish the light of heaven which gleams in the distance, and this tunnel of trial would become a horrible tomb!

        Some of us are passing through just such an experience now. We can adopt the plaintive language of the Psalmist and cry out: "O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath. For your arrows have pierced me, and your hand has come down upon me. I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me!"

        One of the most trying features of our trial - is that we cannot discover the "why" or the "wherefore" of our particular afflictions. Our Heavenly Father did not consult us before the trial came, and He does not explain to us why He sent it. His ways are not our ways - nor His thoughts our thoughts; nay, they are the very opposite! The mystery of the sorrowful providence perplexes and staggers us! "Why has this happened to me?" Jeremiah 13:22

        For example, I open my daily journal, and read that a godly pastor, whom I left a few months ago in the prime of vigorous health, and wide usefulness, is cut off in the midst of his days. All his preparatory training for his office by eighteen years of missionary life comes to nothing. This very day I am called for the sixth time in a few years to bury the dead from a certain Christian household. This time it is the father who is taken, and the children are left to orphanage. Beside me now sits a mourning mother, whose aching heart cannot understand why a beloved child is snatched away when she seemed the most indispensable to the happiness of the home.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:04:18 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        Every week I have to confront these mysteries in the dealings of a God of love. To the torturing question, "Why does God lead me into this valley of darkness?" I can only reply, "Even so, Father, for so it seems good in Your sight!"

        We are forced into the dark tunnel, however we shrink back. There is no retreat; we have nothing left to us but to grasp the very Hand which brought us there - and push forward. Like Bunyan's Pilgrim, we can only say, "I see that my road to heaven, lies through this very dark valley."

        Just in such trying hours it is, that the Adversary assails us most fiercely. He stirs up in our hearts, bitter thoughts against God. He points us to the actual and realized loss, and tells us that heaven is utterly unseen, and no one comes back to assure us of its reality. And so he endeavors, with devilish suggestions, to blow out the lamps of divine promise which we have, to shatter every staff which we carry, and to make the pathway of trial more dark and desperate than before. This is not imagination; it is the actual trial to which the faith of thousands of God's people is at this moment subjected. Under these severe experiences, more than one Christian has been sorely tempted to turn infidel, and to "choose death rather than life."

        To my own mind there is only one solution for these mysteries, and only one support for these days of terrible affliction. The only relief I can find, is in the certainty that this life is not the end - but simply the preparatory school for the real and the endless life which is beyond. The moment that I accept this truth fully and hold it firmly - I find solid ground for my feet, and light for my sorrowing soul. Then I discover that the whole journey of the believer is "portioned out" to him, and that the dark tunnel on the road is just as surely appointed wisely - as is the most flowery meadow or the happiest walk over the "Delectable Mountains."

        Nay, more, when we reach heaven, we may discover that the richest and deepest and most profitable experiences we had in this world - were those which were gained in the very roads from which we shrank back with dread. The bitter cups which we tried to push away, contained the medicines which we most needed. The hardest lessons which we learn - are those which teach us the most, and best fit us for service here and glory hereafter. It is the easiest thing in the world - to obey God when He commands us to do what we like, and to trust Him when the path is all sunshine. The real victory of faith is to trust God in the dark - and through the dark!

        Let us be assured of this - that, if the lesson and the rod are of His appointing, and that His all-wise love has engineered the deep dark tunnels of trial on the heavenward road - He will never desert us during the discipline. The vital thing for us - is not to deny and desert Him. Let us also keep in mind that the chief object of the discipline is to develop character and to improve the graces of His children. Those whom He loves - He chastens, and corrects every son whom He receives. Every branch which bears not fruit - He prunes it, that it may bring forth more fruit.

        "Why do you cut that pomegranate-bush so cruelly?" said a gentleman to his gardener. The answer was, "Because it is all running to useless leaves, and I want to make it bear fruit." Ah! it is a sharp knife that our Divine Gardener employs, and He often severs the very heart-strings by His discipline! But "afterward it yields peaceable fruit unto those who have been exercised thereby, even the fruit of righteousness."

        God has a great many crucibles for His gold, where He may refine it. There is so much alloy of pride and self-will, or covetousness, or sinful idolatry in genuine Christians - that they require the "refining pot" and the furnace! Sometimes prosperity is tenfold more damaging to us - than sharp adversity! A fit of sickness may do more for soul-health, than years of bodily strength and comfort. To all my readers who are wondering why a loving God has subjected them so often to the furnace, my only answer is - that God owns you and I, and He has a right to do with us just as He pleases! If He wants to keep His silver over a hot flame until He can see His own countenance reflected in the metal - then He has a right to do so. It is my Savior, it is my loving Teacher, it is my Heavenly Father; let Him do what seems good to Him. He will not lay on one stroke in cruelty, or a single one that He cannot give me grace to bear.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:05:37 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        Life's school days and nights, will soon be over. Pruning-time will soon be ended. The crucibles will not be needed in heaven! So, to all my fellow-sufferers who are threading their way through the tunnels of trial, I would say: "Strengthen yourself with the promises, and keep the strong staff of faith well in hand. Trust God in the dark! We are safer with Him in the dark - than without Him in the sunshine. He will not allow your foot to stumble. His rod and His staff never break!"

        Why He brought us here we don't now know - but we shall know hereafter! At the end of the gloomy tunnel - beams the heavenly light. Then comes the exceeding and eternal weight of glory!


        God's School - and its Lessons

        A certain gray-haired pupil in the school of his Heavenly Father, once said, "O God, You have taught me from my youth!" His experience in that school had been very remarkable, from his early beginnings among the sheep-cotes of Bethlehem. Constantly seeking instruction, he had prayed, "Teach me Your statutes." "Teach me Your way." "Teach me to do Your will." David had received sharp schooling, in those days of humiliation, when a traitor-son drove him out of Jerusalem. Terrible punishment did he bring upon himself once when "lust brought forth sin - and sin brought forth death," in the crime against Uriah. But had David not been under the instruction and discipline of the Holy Spirit - we never would have had many of the richest, profoundest, and most majestic Psalms - many of their most piercing wails and of their most jubilant thanksgivings.

        That same school in which David was a pupil nearly thirty centuries ago - is open yet. The time of the schooling - is as long as life lasts. It has its recreations and its rewards and its medals of honor - but no vacations. School is never "out" until death comes to the door and beckons the pupil away! And oh! how happy many a scholar has been, when the messenger has said to his heart, "Now, my child, you have learned the hard lessons, and have finished your course. Now you may come home!"

        God Himself is the Principal or Superintendent of this wonderful school. The supreme purpose of it is to form character and to fit the immortal soul for the after-life of eternity. If there is no immortality of being, and if "death ends all" - then this world is an utter failure, and what we call Providence becomes an unintelligible mystery! The moment we recognize the fact that this life is only a training-school to fit us for the eternal world, that the Bible is its infallible text-book, and the Holy Spirit its instructor, and the Lord of glory its all-wise and all-loving Head - then dark things become light, seemingly crooked things become straight, and mysteries become plain! If I am a student - I must submit to the rod for my own correction, and remember Who has appointed it. If I am a student - I must spell out the hard lessons and submit to the sharp tasks, even though the pages of my diary are often blotted with tears.

        The things which I don't understand now - I "shall know hereafter," when I have graduated into heaven. My Divine Teacher seems to have two great methods in this earthly school of His: instruction and discipline. I am utterly ignorant and terribly wayward, therefore I need both; and they often blend together. Part of my instruction I get from His wondrous Word, and it is very inspiring and fascinating. A part I receive from the Holy Spirit's work, and it is very sanctifying. But no part of our schooling costs so dearly or yields such gracious fruits as the process of chastisement.

        The most famous teacher in Philadelphia, in his day, once said to a rich, indulgent father, "You must take your boy out of my school - if you are not willing to have me chastise him. Both he and the school will be ruined - if I have no discipline!" Our Heavenly Teacher conducts His training-school for the very salvation of His scholars, and thus for His own honor and glory. The very word "disciple" signifies "a learner."

        The first essential to discipleship of the Lord Jesus was the willingness to deny self - and to bear a cross at His bidding. That principle runs through all the deepest, richest Christian experience, and will do so to the end of time. Often when the hard lesson starts the tears, and the aching heart cries out in anguish, the hands of the dear Master point up to the words: "As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Be zealous therefore, and repent." "Whom the Lord loves - He chastens, and scourges every son whom He receives. No chastening for the present seems to be joyous - but grievous. Nevertheless, afterward it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness." It is the "afterward" which justifies the rod - and reconciles us to the stroke.

        Grand old Richard Baxter exclaimed after a life of hard toil and constant suffering, "O God, I thank You for a bodily discipline of fifty-eight years." Paul was indulging in no hypocritical cant, when he said, "I rejoice in tribulation!" God's ripest and most royal scholars are made such by an expensive education. His brightest gold comes out of the hottest furnace.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:07:21 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        In this school of grace he employs many tutors. Sometimes he employs POVERTY, which sinews the strength and develops force of the soul. More than one Christian who was getting too prosperous for his spiritual good, has been turned over to this severe tutor - and he has sent him down to a humbler bench. As the purse was emptied - the soul grew richer in humility, and began to bear the fruits of the Spirit.

        Another of God's tutors is DISAPPOINTMENT, and some of the best lessons in life are taught us by that stern-visaged schoolmaster. One of his lessons is - "A man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions." A second lesson is - that our losses are often the very richest blessings. We had "devised a way" for ourselves, and it would have led to certain danger. God could not have sent a severer judgment on us - than to let us have our own way; so He sent disappointment to drive us back. We cried out bitterly at first - but by-and-by we saw what we had escaped, and blessed the Hand that had smitten us in the face!

        When I reach heaven, I would like to raise a monument of gratitude to the stern-visaged old tutor - who so often helped me on by turning me back - and stripped me that I might travel heavenward the lighter and the freer.

        Ah, brethren, this is a marvelous school which Divine Wisdom has opened, and a Father's love is superintending! He never spares the rod - when the child is in danger of being spoiled. His pruning-knife cuts deep - but the clusters of grapes are all the larger and the sweeter. When Michael Angelo saw a block of marble lying in the dirt, he said, "There is an angel in that marble - and I will bring it out!" His hammer and chisel struck hard and deep - until the angel came forth. Just so - God's hammer of trial, blow on blow, brings out such angels as Faith, and sweet-visaged Peace, and strong-limbed Patience, and Sympathy, and the Love which has the likeness of Jesus Christ.

        This school of God will soon close for us; the term-time is shortening every hour. Let us not shirk a lesson, however hard - or wince under a rod of chastisement, however sore and heavy. The richer will be the crown - if we endure to the end and graduate into glory. What a promotion will that be - for hearts which so often ached, and for eyes which so often wept, and for the faith which so often bled under the blow - to be lifted into the magnificent inheritance of the saints in light!



        God's Unfoldings

        Sitting today in Christ's school - let me say a few words to my fellow-students. "The meek and the teachable - He will guide in His way." There is room for us all in that spot where Mary sat - at the feet of Jesus! And the encouragement to us is: "Call to Me - and I will answer you and show you great and wondrous things you do not know." This does not mean everything, even though our hearts may ache to understand many mysteries. The "secret things belong unto God." Over certain doors the inscription is affixed: "No admittance here." In heaven we may know these things - but now they are wisely hidden from our eyes. Yet our all-wise and loving God is constantly unfolding Himself to His earthly children.

        Every scientific discovery is the passage from the unknown into the known; every truth discovered is a fresh unfolding of the Creator. Very slowly, very gradually is this progress effected. Centuries passed away before Galileo discovered the rotation of the earth, and Newton the law of gravitation. Yet these laws were in existence in the days of Noah and Abraham; only they had not yet been unfolded.

        I once spent a night on Mount Righi, and there was nothing visible from my window. But when the morning broke, the icy crowns began to glitter in the early beams. They had been there all the night, waiting for the unfoldings of the dawn. Just so, have all God's laws of the material universe, and all His purposes of redeeming mercy through Jesus Christ been in existence from the beginning. They only waited for the dayspring of discovery.

        And one of the most delightful occupations of a devout mind, is to watch the unfoldings of God, and to drink in new truths as He gradually reveals them. The more closely I study my Bible, the more I detect a steady progress of divine doctrine, from the first line of Genesis to the closing grandeur of the Apocalypse. That little altar of turf on which Abel lays his lamb points onward to Calvary. The whole Jewish dispensation goes on step by step, until the Messiah comes. Then I find four sections of the Book which photograph the life of Jesus to me, each one presenting some particular view of my Savior's face and footsteps, and miracles and teachings. Calvary and the resurrection only prepare the way for the descent of the Holy Spirit.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:08:51 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        Then comes the visible manifestation of the Gospel, in the life and organization of the New Testament Church. Peter's tongue, and Paul's brain, and John's heart, and Dorcas's needle - all get into motion. These new converts require spiritual instruction, and the whole series of inspired epistles are produced. The man or the minister who asserts that the writings of the four evangelists are "Bible enough for him," and that the epistles of Paul are only surplus, worthy of small attention, simply writes himself down an ignoramus. There is as veritable an unfolding of heavenly truth in the eighth chapter to the Romans - as in the Sermon on the Mount. And when the laws of our spiritual life have been unfolded in the inspired epistles of Paul, John, Peter, and James - then the magnificent panorama of the Apocalypse is unrolled, and we get a glimpse of Christ's final triumphs and the glory of His celestial kingdom!

        After John lays down his pen, HISTORY takes up hers, and carries us on through the martyrdoms of saints, and the councils, and the conflicts, and the Reformation period, and the inauguration of modern missions to the nations which sit in darkness. At the foot of every page she writes, "The earth is the Lord's - and the fullness thereof!"

        In no direction do we behold more wonderful unfoldings of God than in what we call His PROVIDENCE. This is a department of God's school in which we are learning fresh lessons every day. In Providence, divine wisdom is married to Divine love. All things work together for good to those who love God, and trust Him. The skeptic jeers at this - but the trusting Christian knows it from actual experience. It is often a dearly-bought experience, for some of God's truths are beaten into us by hard blows; and some lessons are spelled out through eyes cleansed with tears.

        Our perverse mistake, is that we demand that God shall explain Himself at every step, instead of waiting for Him to unfold His intricate purposes at His own time and in His own way. Why one Christian is elevated - and another Christian (who seems equally deserving) is cast down; why the only little crib in one Christian home is emptied by death - and the nursery in another home is full of happy voices; why one good enterprise prospers - and another one is wrecked - all such perplexing puzzles terribly shake that faith which is not well grounded on the Rock. To all these pitiable outcries, the calm answer of our Heavenly Father is: "Be still - and know that I am God. I lead the blind by a way they know not. What I'm doing you don't understand now - but afterwards you will know." These are the voices of love which come to us from behind the cloud. If we wait patiently, the cloud will break away or part asunder - and our eyes will behold the Rainbow of Mercy overarching the Throne!

        Twenty years ago, on a day of thick fog and storm, I ascended Mount Washington by the old bridle-path. Over the slippery boulders we picked our toilsome way, unable to see anything but our surefooted horse and our guide. A sulky company were we, when we reached the mountain top. But before long - a strong wind swept away the banks of mist, and revealed the magnificent landscape, from the mountain's base to the great wide sea. As the wonderful vision unfolded itself to our delighted eyes, we could mark the pathway by which we had been led up to that mount of discovery. Tenfold more delightful was the view, because we had gained it by such hard toil and it had been so long hidden from our sight. That day's experience was a sermon to my soul. It taught me afresh, just how a believer must leave God to order his footsteps, and how he must wait for God to unfold the hidden purposes of His love.

        Faith's stairways are steep and slippery. They can only be climbed by a sure foot and a steady hold on the Unseen Hand. In the hard ascent, we are often thrown down on our knees. Cry as loudly as we may in the driving mist for "more light," we do not receive any other answer than this: "Don't be afraid! Only trust!" If we unloose our hold on God's hand for an instant - we go over the precipice. But the more tightly we cling to His strong arm - the steadier we walk; the more willing we are to be humbled, the more certain are we to get upward! The more crosses we bear for Christ, the lighter will be our hearts; and by-and-by we shall reach that gate of pearl, the opening of which will unfold to us the everlasting flood of glory!

        These are among the thoughts which came into my mind as I have sat today in Christ's school, while some of the scholars around me have been singing; but, alas! some others are sobbing and weeping.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:10:26 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882



        Christ Shepherding His Flock

        "The Lamb who is in the midst of the throne shall be their Shepherd - and shall guide them unto fountains of living water!" This carries on into the heavenly world, one of the most tender and profound relations which Jesus bears to His redeemed followers. To us, in our land and times, this Oriental figure of a shepherd, loses much of the vividness that it has to one who visits Palestine and sees a Judean shepherd among his flock. He is the master of a flock of sheep - as much attached to his fleecy friends as daily sustenance and nightly watchings and personal exposures for them, could make him. He searches out fresh pasturage for them; if a sheep is caught in a thicket, he hastens to rescue it; if a lamb falls into a swollen torrent, he is at hand to lift it out; if a wild beast shows himself at night near the sleeping flock, the shepherd seizes club or crook - and gives him battle. Not only the savage beast - but the Bedouin robber must sometimes be encountered. Thomson, in his "Land and Book," says that one faithful shepherd, instead of fleeing, actually fought three Bedouins, until he was hacked to pieces, and died among the sheep he was defending.

        "I am the Good Shepherd. I lay down My life for the sheep." This is the supreme act of His devotion to His flock. To analyze the theology of the Atonement is for most believers, as futile as an attempt to analyze the maternal feeling before a mother who has just given the parting kiss to a dying daughter. The Christian's heart understands the Atonement better than the Christian's head. It is a difficult doctrine for the brain - but a sweet and simple one to the affections. Jonathan Edwards himself, could not apprehend the Atonement one whit more clearly or feel it more intensely, than the Dairyman's Daughter, when she sang to herself -

            "How glorious was the grace -
             When Christ sustained the stroke!
             His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
             A ransom for the flock!"


        True faith simply believes what Jesus said, and rests implicitly on what Jesus did for us, and will do for us to the end. This is the core of my practical theology, and so it is with millions of others. All we like sheep, were going astray - and God has laid on Him, the Divine Shepherd, the iniquities of us all. This tells the whole story as to the ground of my hope for salvation. This also establishes such a relation between my Shepherd and myself, that I am under supreme obligation to follow Him wherever He leads. If we ever expect to be guided by Him to springs of living water in heaven - we must learn here to submit to His guidance completely.

        Three things our beloved Shepherd assures us. The first one is, "I know My own sheep." He does not recognize them by any church- mark, for some people may hide an unbelieving, unrenewed heart - beneath a false profession. Others, who never have enrolled themselves in any visible church membership, may belong to the blood-bought flock! Jesus recognized the penitent sinner through her tears - as distinctly as He saw through Judas behind his treacherous kiss. However obscure in lot, or however overlooked or misunderstood by others - it is a precious thought to a true believer, "My Master knows me! He has me on His heart! He is a brother to my griefs. He knows what pasture I require; yes, and He understands when I need the chastising stroke. He detects my sins; therefore let me be watchful against temptation. He sees all my tears, and all my heartaches; therefore let me be cheerful under sharp trials!"

        The second thing our Shepherd assures us is: "My own know Me." This knowledge is gained by a sacred instinct. His own know Him by the witness of the Spirit - who witnesses with their spirits. How do I know my mother? By somebody else's description of her, by her picture, by an analysis of her mental qualities? No; I know her by the instinct of love. I have tested her sweet fidelities. I believe in her both for what she is to me - and what she has done for me. The sincere Christian has a heart-knowledge which is gained by being sought out by the Shepherd, saved by the Shepherd - and by trusting and following the Shepherd. Of this experimental knowledge - no scoffer can outwit him - and no enemy can rob him! He has heard Christ's voice when He "calls His own sheep by name and leads them out."


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:11:54 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        No one can counterfeit that voice. Sometimes in Palestine or Syria a stranger will try to mimic the shepherd's call; but the flock pay no heed to it. As soon as the genuine voice is heard, every head is up - and the flock is in motion.

        The third thing that Jesus assures us, is that "He goes before His sheep, and they follow Him." Ah, what pathways of trial He sometimes appoints to us! Never has He promised us an easy road or a smooth road - or such a road as our selfishness may select. He never consents that the flock shall decide as to the field in which they shall be pastured; or over what steep hills he shall conduct them; or through what valley of death they shall walk, listening to His voice through the dark. More than once faith stumbles and falls - but He lifts up and restores. Sometimes the burden breaks us down; But He says tenderly, "Cast that burden on Me!" Sometimes we cry out in anguish for some lost treasure of heart and home; but His firm reply is, "I will take care of your treasure -  FOLLOW ME."

        Those whom He loves - He chastens, and in proportion to the love is the discipline. The trial which tests graces and purifies character - must be something more than a pin-scratch. It must cut deep - and sharply too, or it does not deserve the name of chastening. It is hard to be poor - while others prosper. It is hard to lie still and suffer - while godless mirth goes laughing by the door. It is hard to lose our only wee lamb - while our neighbor's fireside is surrounded by a group of rosy-cheeked children. It is hard to drink the very cup that we prayed might pass from us - but the loving Shepherd comes very near at such times, and puts His arm about us and says: "I know My own sheep - and My own sheep trust Me. If Mine - then an heir to all I have. Where I am - there you shall be! Let not your heart be troubled. What is poverty, or failure, or sickness, or bereavement to you? Follow Me! If your feet are sore - the green pastures will be all the softer by and by. If your cross is heavy - I have borne a heavier one. Let Me share this cross with you. Shall the disciple be above his Master? Shall the sheep fare better than the Shepherd?"

        And so, through every step in life the Shepherd offers to guide us - if we will but hear His voice and follow Him. He never promises us smooth paths - but He does promise safe ones. When we obey His voice, we may often be called to severe toils and self-denials, to encounter opposition and to perform services of love to the unlovable and the thankless; but we shall never be called to sacrifice virtue - or commit a sin. Our Shepherd will never lead us to a precipice of error - or into a quagmire of doubt. He will never lead us into sensual temptations or up dizzy heights of pride. If we follow Him we may find the steepest cliff a "path of pleasantness;" and the lowest valley of humiliation a "highway to peace".

        Brethren of the flock, we may have some hard climbing yet - before we reach heaven. Let us keep close to the Shepherd and take short views. If we look down - we may get dizzy. If we look too far ahead - we may get discouraged. With steady grasp on the Great Shepherd, let our hearts continually pray -

            "Lord, keep my feet; I do not ask to see
             The distant scene; one step's enough for me."




        The Everlasting Arms

        One of the sweetest passages in the Bible is this one: "Underneath are the everlasting arms." It is not often preached from; perhaps because it is felt to be so much richer and more touching than anything we ministers can say about it. But what a vivid idea it gives of the Divine support! The first idea of infancy is of resting in arms which maternal love never allows to become weary. Sick-room experiences confirm the impression, when we have seen a feeble child lifted from the bed of pain by the stronger ones of the household. In the case of our Heavenly Father, the arms are felt - but not seen. The invisible support comes to the soul in its hours of weakness or trouble; for God knows our feebleness, He remembers that we are but dust.

        We often sink very low under the weight of sorrows. Sudden disappointments can carry us, in an hour, from the heights - down to the very depths! Props which we leaned upon - are stricken away. What God means by it very often - is just to bring us down to "the everlasting arms." We did not feel our need of them before. We were "making flesh our arm," and relying on human comforts or resources.

        When my little boy dashes off to his play, brimful of glee, he does not stop to think much about his parents; but let him be taken suddenly sick, or an accident befall him - and his first thought is to run to his mother! God often lays His hand heavily upon us - to remind us that we have a FATHER. When my neighbor broke in business, and twenty-four hours made him a bankrupt, he came home, saying to himself, "Well, my money is gone - but Jesus is left!" He did not merely come down to reality - he came to something far more solid - to the everlasting arms!


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:13:52 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        When another friend laid her godly boy in his coffin, after the scarlet-fever had done its worst - she laid her own sorrowful heart upon the everlasting arms. The dear little sleeper was there already. The Shepherd had His lamb.

        There is something about deep sorrow which tends to wake up the child-feeling in all of us. A man of giant intellect becomes like a little child - when a great grief smites him, or when a grave opens by his fireside. I have seen a stout sailor, who laughed at the tempest, come home when he was sick, and let his old mother care for him - as if he were a baby. He was willing to lean on the arms which had never failed him. So a Christian in the time of trouble is brought to this child-feeling. He needs to lean somewhere, to talk to somebody, to have somebody love him and hold him up. His extremity becomes God's opportunity. Then his humbled, broken spirit cries out,

            "O Lord, a little helpless child
             Comes to You this day for rest;
             Take me, fold me in Your arms,
             Hold my head upon Your breast."


        One great purpose in all affliction - is to bring us down to the everlasting arms. What new strength and peace it gives us - to feel them underneath us! We know that, as far as we may have sunk - we cannot sink any farther. Those mighty arms can not only hold us, they can lift us up. They can carry us along. Faith, in its essence, is simply a resting on the everlasting arms. It is trusting them - and not our own weakness. The sublime act of Jesus as our Redeemer was to descend to the lowest depths of human depravity and guilt, and to bring up His redeemed ones from that horrible pit - in His loving arms. Faith is just the clinging to those arms - and nothing more.

        This first lesson in conversion, is to be practiced and repeated all through the subsequent Christian life. To endeavor to lift our own souls by our own strength - is as absurd as to attempt to lift our bodies by grasping hold of our own clothes. The lift must come from God. Faith cries out, "O my Lord, You have a mighty arm - hold me up-and I shall be safe!" The response from heaven is, "I have found you - My arm shall strengthen you - on My arm shall you trust." Here lies the very core of the doctrine of "Assurance." It simply means that every true Christian can feel perfectly sure - that the everlasting arms will never break and never fail us.

        I am not so sure that in some moment of waywardness, or pride, or self-sufficiency, I may not forsake those arms, and trust to my own wretched weakness. Then the curse which God has pronounced on those who depart from Him and "make flesh their arm" is certain to come upon me. I learn from bitter experience what a pitiable object even a Christian can be - when he has forsaken the Living Fountain, and has nothing left but his own broken cistern!

        God's Word is full of precious encouragement to faith - but it contains terrible warnings against presumption and self-confidence. And while Presumption is swinging on its spider's web over the perilous precipice, Faith calmly says -

            "All my trust on You is stayed,
             All my help from You I bring."


        While Unbelief is staggering through the darkness, or sinking in the waves of despair, Faith triumphantly sings -

            "Safe in the arms of Jesus,
             Safe on His gentle breast,
             Here, by His love o'ershadowed,
             Sweetly my soul does rest."


        This is the theology for times of temptation. Such times are sure to come. They are the testing processes. A recent violent storm tested every tree in the forest; only the rotten ones came down. When we read or hear how some professed Christian has turned back to the world, or lapsed into drunkenness, or slipped into open disgrace - it simply means that a human arm has broken. The man had forsaken the everlasting arms. David did it once - and fell. Daniel did not do it - and he stood. "The Lord knows how to deliver the godly out of temptation."

        This is a precious theology, this theology of trust - for the sick-room. This week we visited one of Christ's suffering flock. We talked for a time about the ordinary consolations for such cases as hers. Presently we said, "There is a sweet text which has been running in our mind recently -  Underneath are the everlasting arms!" The tears came in a moment; that precious passage went to the right spot; it did good like a medicine; and our suffering friend lay more comfortable on that bed of pain from feeling that underneath her were the everlasting arms! Reader, may they be under your head in the dying hour!


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:15:28 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882


        Words for the Weary

        Opening one of those rich chapters of Isaiah, which are as full of nourishment as a wheat-field, our eye lighted upon this passage: "The Lord God has given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him who is weary." This set us to thinking about the restfulness of God's Word - and of Christ's supporting grace. A very different thing is this - from dreamy indolence. God abhors the idle man as a monster - and laziness as a cardinal sin. But rest is not only refreshing - but invigorating. The farmer's noonday rest under the shady tree - refits him for the hot afternoon's toil in the harvest-field. Nothing fits an army for battle - like a good night's sleep and a full morning meal. If some constant toilers would oftener halt and rest - they would live the longer.

        All around us are multitudes of weary people. They are tired out with life's daily battle, with bearing the heat and burden of the day. Some carry a great load of care as to how they shall make both ends meet, and how they shall pay the bills for rent, food and clothing. Others are worn out with anxieties. A burden of spiritual despondency weighs down "Brother Little-Faith" and "Mrs. Much-Afraid." Another one has grown tired of waiting for success in his labors, and is tempted to throw down his seed-bag and sickle in sheer despair. Others still are weary of waiting for recognized answers to prayer.

        For all these tired and burdened hearts - Jesus, the relief-bringer, has His word in season. To the Christian with a small purse He says: "Your life does not consists in the abundance of things you possess. I counsel you to buy from Me gold tried in the fire, that you may be rich. In My right hand are infinite treasures!" Only think how rich a man is - who has a clean conscience here and heaven hereafter!

        To the doubting and desponding Jesus says: "Fear not, little flock - for it is my Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom!" There is a wonderful restfulness for worried hearts - in this single assurance, "Surely I am with you always - to the very end of the age!" This may be called Christ's richest and sweetest promise. The believer who lives on that promise, can often sing -

            "Lonely? No, not lonely,
             While Jesus stands by;
             His presence always cheers me,
             I know that He is nigh.

            "Friendless? No, not friendless,
             For Jesus is my friend;
             I change - but He remains
             A Brother to the end.

            "Tired? No, not tired,
             While leaning on His breast,
             My soul has full enjoyment,
             Of His eternal rest."


        The most common cause of weariness - is the attempt to carry an overload of care. And this is not a wise forethought for the future - or a proper storing-up for life's "rainy day." It is sheer WORRY. The word in season for such overloaded Christians, who toil along life's highway like jaded pack-horses, is this: "Cast your burden on the Lord - and He will sustain you." If we will only drop everything that is sinful and superfluous in the shape of worry - He will enable us to carry the legitimate load. One more word for the weary is, "Cast all your anxiety on Him - because He cares for you!" The literal meaning of this tonic text is: "He has you on His heart." What an inspiring, gladdening thought! The infinite God from His everlasting throne - has poor little sinful me on His Divine heart! My big load - is not even a feather to Him! He knows my frame; He remembers that I am but dust. Like as a father pities his children, so the Lord pities us poor weaklings. He says to us, "Give Me your burdens." He who piloted Noah and all the precious freight in the ark, who supplied the widow's waning cruse of oil, who put Peter to sleep in the dungeon and calmed Paul in the roaring tempest - He says to me, "Cast your anxieties over on Me - I have you on My heart!"

        What fools we are - when we strap the load more tightly, and determine that nobody shall carry it but ourselves! Suppose that a weary, footsore traveler were trudging along an uphill road on a sultry day, and a wagon overtakes him. The kind driver calls out: "Ho! my friend, you look tired. Throw that pack into my wagon - I am going your way." But the silly wayfarer, eying him suspiciously, as if he wished to steal it, churlishly replies, "Go along - I can carry my own luggage." We laugh at this obstinate folly, and then repeat the same insane sin against the God of love.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:16:50 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        When God says to us, "Give Me your load - and I will help you," He does not release us from our share of duty. No more does the atoning Savior when He bears the guilt and penalty of our sins, release us from repentance of those sins or from obeying His commandments. God's offer is to lighten our loads by putting His grace into our hearts, and underneath the load. He then becomes our strength. His all-sufficient grace is made perfect in our weakness - so that God really carries the load. It was the Christ in Paul who defied Nero and conquered the devil.

        This Divine doctrine of trust - is a wonderfully restful one to weary disciples. It takes the weariness out of the heart. As the infant drops on its mother's bosom into soft repose - so Faith rests its weary head on Jesus! He gives His beloved sleep, so that they may wake up refreshed for their appointed work. It is not honest work which really wears any Christian out. It is the fever of worry which consumes strength, and furrows the cheek, and brings on decrepitude! That spiritual giant who drew the Gospel chariot from Jerusalem to Rome, and had the care of all the churches on his great heart - never complained of being tired. The secret was that he never chafed his powers with a moment's worry. He was doing God's work - and he left God to be responsible for results. He knew whom he believed - and felt perfectly sure that all things work together for good to those who love the Lord Jesus.

        Just a word, in closing, to those who are getting tired of a life of sin and of serving Satan. Friends, you are serving a hard master. His wages are damnation! Again and again you have become disgusted with yourselves, as an immortal being leading a frivolous, foolish life. All the pleasures you have ever paid so dearly for, all the accumulations you have earned - do not satisfy you. There is a hungry, aching spot in your soul. There comes many a moment in which you wish you had something solider, sweeter, stronger, something to live for - and to die by. You need Jesus Christ! Why do you spend your labor for that which does not satisfy? Open your weary ear to that voice of His love: "Come unto Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden - and I will give you rest." Learn of Him; live for Him; labor for Him. Life will glow with a new charm; your soul will then mount as with an eagle's wing - you will run, and never weary; you will walk with Jesus - and never faint!



        The Lord Reigns!

        What a magnificent outburst of loyalty opens the ninety-third Psalm! "The Lord reigns, he is robed in majesty; the Lord is robed in majesty and is armed with strength. The world is firmly established; it cannot be moved. Your throne was established long ago; You are from all eternity!" Here we have the empire of love, the royal robe, the belt of omnipotence, and the immovable throne! The psalmist would seem to have been thinking of the problems of life, its dark things and its mysteries. So many things seemed irreconcilable with the Divine goodness, that he admits that "clouds and darkness are round about Him." But this truth flashes out through the clouds - the Lord reigns! That is enough. He does not try to pry into God's secret council-chamber. He cannot get behind the cloud. But love reigns there, and justice and righteousness are the foundations of that throne.

        None of us has any trouble in accepting the doctrine of God's sovereignty--as long as things go to our liking! We are perfectly satisfied to let God have His way--as long as He does not cross us! We all believe in His administration, and are ready to "vote God in as our governor" as long as our business thrives, and our crops are plentiful, and everyone around our own table is healthy and happy.

        As long as His mercies are poured out in wine--we drink of them gladly. But as soon as the same cup begins to taste of wormwood--we push it away in disgust, or cry out piteously, "Let this cup pass from me! Any other cup I would have swallowed--but not this one! If God had only tried me with the loss of property, and spared my health--I would have borne it! Or if He had sent the sickness at some other time--I would not murmur so! Or if His blow had struck me somewhere else but in my most tender spot--I would not cry out so bitterly!" In short, if God had only consulted me as to the medicine I should take, and as to which branch His pruning knife should lop off--I would have been perfectly submissive!

        Every pastor encounters this kind of faith in God's sovereignty wherever he goes. If the Lord governed so as to please everybody, there would not be a rebel in all His universe. As some of our readers may just now be smarting under God's strokes of discipline, or letting their hearts fester into rebellion - let us whisper a few precious truths into their ears. The first is that our Heavenly Father never afflicts one of His children - but for a wise purpose. He never strikes at random - or deals one blow in cruelty.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:17:55 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        Sometimes His chastisements are punitive. Christians deserve punishment as truly as ungodly blasphemers do, when they violate God's laws. A lazy Christian will come to poverty - as soon as a lazy profligate. If as holy a man as Edward Payson breaks some of God's sanitary regulations by overworking his body, and allowing himself no rest - he must expect shattered nerves and early paralysis. One of the excellences of God's government, is that He never alters His laws to suit special cases. They are unchangeable. I have heard of a great many "mysterious providences" which had in them no mystery at all. They were simply righteous retributions. There is no mystery when a bad manager, even though he is a Christian, fails in business, or when a Christian merchant who has robbed himself of indispensable rest, is stricken with illness. A thousand so-called "dark providences" might have been prevented by the exercise of a little common sense. If we break God's commandments - we must pay the penalty.

        Sometimes our Sovereign sends afflictions that are preventive. They save us from something worse. As the headache and the self-loathing which follow a first drunkenness, are intended to warn us against touching another bottle - so God often puts a chastisement at the entrance to a path of danger. There is even a conserving influence in some severe trials, just as the early snows that are now falling on our northern hills will conserve the winter wheat. I can recall more than one chilling providence which came in time to keep me from losing what I could not afford to spare.

        Still other afflictions are sent to purify character. "I have refined you in the furnace of affliction." Isaiah 48:10. God sits as a refiner beside His furnace. He heats it until the metal melts - and the dross surfaces and is taken away. He keeps His silver in the furnace - until He can see His own face reflected in the clear metal of the heart, as in a mirror. Then the affliction has done its work. God has made the vessel "unto His own honor." There is such a wretched amount of self-will and pride and covetousness and unbelief even in the best of Christians - that they require the refining-furnace very often. Many a man and woman has been the worse for lack of this kind of discipline. It is a wholesome process to be "mowed down" occasionally. The grass in every lawn requires to be cut down by a mower. The oftener it is mowed - the richer and the thicker is the growth. The lawn never looks so beautiful as after the sharp-edged mower has gone over it. I have observed that some Christians have never appeared so attractive in their humility and heavenly-mindedness, as when God's mowing-machine has been passed over them!

        The great Apostle's career, showed in almost every page - the effects of "God's mower". There was prodigious growth from the roots. Yet no man exalted God's sovereignty more heartily than Paul - he gloried even in the tribulations which God permitted him to suffer, knowing that tribulation works patience, and patience experience, and experience hope. This too he knew, that in all this painful process - the love of God was shed abroad in his heart by the Holy Spirit given unto him.

        We have discussed in this short paper just one aspect of God's government, namely, His personal rule of our own personal lives and lot. We are not touching upon His sovereignty on the grander scale of the natural world, and of His vast spiritual kingdom. It is a blessed thought that the Lord reigns over little short-lived me - as truly as over the whole Church or the whole universe! He numbers the hairs of my head, and orders my steps! Let it be my daily and most devout aim - to lay the plan of my life on God's plan. If His immovable laws push me back and hedge me in from sin - then all the better. If His sharp knife prunes me - then I am only the more sure that He loves me!

        Afflictions are like the cactus plant of His making - very unsightly and full of thorns - but they bear marvelous flowers in their time. God's sovereignty is the most solid ground of my confidence and joy. It underlies all my theology, and is the very rock-bed on which I rest my salvation. While Jehovah reigns - let me rejoice to obey Him. To oppose Him - is to invite His retributions, and that means - Hell! To submit to Him is to win His favor, and to secure His love - and that means - Heaven! The nearer we get to the eternal throne - the more loudly shall we sing, "Hallelujah! For the Lord our God, the Almighty, reigns!" Revelation 19:6


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:19:16 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882


        Up to the Hills

        Psalm 121 is one of the most soul-inspiring Psalm in the whole Psalter. It is named "a song of ascents"; that is, a song of ascents, leading from the lower up to the higher. Whether this was originally intended as a musical expression, or as a description of the ascent to the sacred mount in Jerusalem - we don't know. It accurately describes the spiritual idea of the Psalm.

        The key-note is in the first verse: "I will lift up my eyes unto the hills [or mountains] from whence comes my help. My help is from the Lord, who made heaven and earth." The grand idea is - that we must look higher - if we would live higher. We must have help from heaven - if we would reach heaven. In material things, and in spiritual things - not one of us is created to entire independence. From infancy, when we depend on a mother's milk for nourishment; and childhood, when we depend on our teachers for instruction; clear through the activities of manhood, which require the aid of customers and clients in order to prosper - we cannot ever live a year in and by ourselves. Still more true is it - that our moral life is one of personal weakness, and of dependency on God. The important question is: Where shall we find the supplies for the soul's needs - and the help for the soul's weakness?

        The fatal mistake so often made - is that the soul does not look high enough to secure substantial help and to insure a complete victory. For example, we are exposed to perpetual temptations, which draw us toward sin and thus tend to drag us downward. How are we to meet them? We may employ worldly arguments and means. But these have no motives which are not essentially selfish. They do not recognize anything higher than self-interest, or appeal to any supernatural power for aid. Here is a young man of ardent temperament, who is strongly tempted to sensual indulgence. He may say to himself: "This sin will not be worth my while. I shall injure my health; I shall stain the reputation of another; I may be discovered and disgraced."

        Assuredly the young Hebrew who was put to the strain of a tremendous temptation in the house of Potiphar, laid hold of vastly higher motives than these! He lifted his eyes to the hills - and made his appeal to God. "How can I do this great wickedness," he cries out, "and sin against God!" That appeal lashed him, as it were, to the everlasting throne, and Divine grace made him temptation proof. Here is the only safeguard under the pressure of assaults against conscience, or of powerful enticements to some sinful selfish gratification!

        The young man who is too fond of the champagne-glass needs something more than the conviction that the bottle is endangering his health and his pocket - in order to keep him abstinent. He must recognize sin, as well as sorrow - in the sting which the "viper in the glass" inflicts, and seek his help from Almighty God.

        That is no genuine and trustworthy honesty, which spurns the enticement to fraud - simply because detection may bring disgrace; because the man may persuade himself that in his circumstances, that detection is impossible. He is only safe when he looks up from these paltry motives - up high enough to see God! In these days, when the press teems with reports of crime and fraud, it ought to be known that the only principle which can hold a merchant, or a cashier, or an accountant, is a Bible-conscience, which draws its strength from the "Everlasting Hills of Right".

        There are some of us who have known what it is to drink bitter draughts of affliction, and to have the four corners of our house smitten by a terrible sorrow. At such times, how hollow and worthless were many of the stereotyped prescriptions for comfort! "Time must do its work," was one of them. As if time could bring back the dead, or cruelly eradicate the beloved image from the memory! "Travel," is another of these quack recommendations for a wounded spirit. Just as if God had ever made an Atlantic wide enough to carry us out of the reach of heart-breaking misery! Wretched comforters are they all. The suffering heart heeds not the voice of such charmers - charm they ever so wisely!

        Never, never have I been able to gain one ray of genuine consolation - until I lifted my eyes unto the hills from whence comes Almighty help. As soon as I have begun to taste of God's exceeding great and precious promises - my strength has begun to revive. As soon as His everlasting arm got hold around me - the burden grew lighter - yes, it carried me and the load likewise! Help flowed down to me from the hills - like the musical streams which flow down from the Alps.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:20:39 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        This sublime passage from the Psalm 121, throws its suggestive sidelight on the question why many of my readers have never obtained a solid and satisfactory Christian hope. You will admit in your honest hours - that you are not what you ought to be, nor what you yet intend to be. You admit that you are sinners. You have no expectation of being lost to all eternity. Certain steps you have taken in past times - but they all left you as low down as when you started. Both your motives and your methods were pitched too low! All attempts at self-salvation were as futile as would be the attempt to lift yourself by grasping hold of your own shoes! Even your religious services failed to bring you any substantial change of heart and character, because you did not get your eye or thought above them. The best sermon ever preached, is only a cup after all. It may bring the water - but the cup itself cannot quench thirst. What you need is to lift your eyes above your sinful, needy self; above your church- goings and other religious observances; above everyone and everything, to the only mountain whence comes your help!

        That mountain is Calvary! The crucified and now living Son of God - is the object on which you must fix your eye! As a living man - you need a living Christ! You do not need a theological system or doctrine - but a personal Savior! You do not need someone to lay your hand upon - but one who can return the grasp of that hand. The lift must come from Him. The new life must come from Him. "His blood cleanses from all sin" is a mere abstract truth - until you come up to that atoning blood for yourself. Submit to its cleansing, as Naaman submitted to be washed in Jordan. "A living trust in Jesus has power unto salvation, only because it is the means by which the saving power of God may come into your heart."

        Faith is not a mere intellectual opinion. It is a heart transaction - by which you lay hold on Jesus, and Jesus saves you. His sacrifice for sin avails for you; His strength becomes yours; His example teaches you how to live your own daily life; His Spirit comes to dwell within you; His armor protects you; and His service becomes the inspiration of your whole being. When you ascend into Christ - you reach a loftier, purer atmosphere. Security is gained up there - as in a stronghold on a high cliff. Six times over in this Psalm, the inspired penman tells us how the Lord is your Keeper - and how He shall preserve your soul to all eternity. My friend, lift your eyes upward! Let your voice go up in fervent prayer to the everlasting hills! Put your feet firmly on the path which leads straight toward God. When you reach Him in this world - you have reached heaven in the next world!


        Seeing Correctly

        "The Lord said to me - You have seen correctly." These were God's words to Jeremiah when he called him to his life-work as a "seer" or prophet to the people of Israel. God puts to the sincere, self-distrustful young man - the question, "What do you see, Jeremiah?" Jeremiah replies, "I see a branch of an almond tree." This is just what the Lord meant that he should see. The almond was a tree of rapid growth and early bloom; it typified speedy action. As the young Jew had shown his capacity for right discernment, the Lord commended his wise answer, and said to him, "You have seen correctly."

        There is a right way and a wrong way of looking at almost everything. To a man who has no eye for beauty, an artistic masterpiece of a landscape, is merely so much paint on a linen canvas. To another, it is a masterpiece of golden sunlight bathing field and forest with its glory.

        To many it was predicted that Christ, the Messiah, would be as "a root out of dry ground - having no form or loveliness. When they shall see Him - there is no beauty that they should desire Him. He will be despised and rejected by men." When He came, therefore, to His own people, they received Him not. As many as beheld Him rightly -  received Him - to them gave He the privilege of becoming the children of God. He is to them the chief among ten thousand, and the altogether lovely one. Christ never changes. The difference between the thoughtless sinner and the same person after he is converted, is - that he looks at Jesus with a new eye, and sees Him to be the very Savior that he needs!


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:21:48 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        Some people look at God only as a consuming fire - and are struck with despair. Others go to the opposite extreme, and see in Him nothing but pity and pardoning mercy; they easily slide off into Universalism. The man who magnifies God's mercy at the expense of His justice, and who does not believe that He will punish sin as it deserves, has not "seen correctly." He will be cured of his delusion on the Day of Judgment.

        Those wise men at Westminster saw the Divine Being, our Heavenly Father, in the right proportions of His attributes when they framed that wonderful answer to that question in the Catechism, "What is God?"

        In nothing are we all apt to make more terrible blunders, than in looking at God's providential dealings. Even some Christians have a heathenish habit of talking about "good luck" and "windfalls" and "bad fortune," and other expressions which convey the idea that this life is a mere game of chance! Blind unbelief may be expected to err, and to scan God's work as either a riddle or a muddle. But a Christian, who has had his eyes opened, ought to know better!

        Yet how often do we all regard God's dealings in a wrong light - and call them by the wrong name! We frequently speak of certain things as "afflictions" when they are really "blessings in disguise!" We congratulate people on gaining what turns out to be a terrible snare, or a worse than loss! Quite as often we condole with them over a "bad circumstance" which is about to yield to them mercies more precious than gold!

        Old Jacob probably thought that he was a fair subject for commiseration, on that evening when he sat moaning in his tent-door, "Joseph is no more and Simeon is no more, and now you want to take Benjamin! Everything is against me!" Genesis 42:36. But the caravan was just approaching which brought him Simeon and Benjamin, and glorious tidings about the long-lost Joseph! He had not "seen correctly" what sort of a God he was serving!

        Let us hesitate before we condole with a brother who is under the chastisement of our loving Father in Heaven. Be careful how you condole with a man who has lost all his money - and saved his good name; or congratulate the man who has made a million - at the expense of his piety. When a Christian is toppled over from a "dizzy and dangerous height of prosperity" - and "brought down to poverty," he is brought down to Christ, the solid rock at the same time. In the valley of humiliation he has more of the joy of God's countenance, and wears more of the herb called "heart's-ease" in his bosom, than he ever did in the days of his giddy prosperity.

        SICKNESS has often brought to a man spiritual recovery. SUFFERING has often wrought out for him an exceeding weight of glory. Personally, I have lately been led through a very shadowy pathway of trial; but it has never been so dark - that I could not see to read some precious promises which glowed like diamonds!

        The adversary tries hard to break our lamp, and to steal our diamonds in those dark passage-ways of trial. We need good eyesight in such times of trouble, so as not to stumble, or to lose sight of the Comforter, or of the bright light which shines at the end of the way.

        I have seen people tenderly condole a weeping mother whose godly child has flown away home to heaven. But they never thought of condoling another mother over a living child who was a frivolous slave of fashion, or a dissipated sensualist, or a wayward son, the "heartbreak of his mother." A hundred times over have I more pitied the parent of a living sorrow - than the parent of a departed joy. Spare your tears from the darlings who are safe in the arms of Jesus - and spend them over the living who are yet dead in sin and obstinate impenitence.

        Let us learn to see things correctly - and call them by their right names! We too often drape our real blessings with a shroud - and decorate our dangerous temptations with garlands! The sharpest trials this nation ever knew - have turned into tender mercies. President Garfield in his grave has done more for us than Garfield could have done in the presidential chair. Satan outwitted himself when he armed one of his imps to be an assassin.

        Let us all pray fervently for spiritual discernment. Lord, open our eyes! Then we shall see this world to be a mere training-school for a better world; we shall see a Father's smile behind the darkest cloud; we shall see in duty done - our highest delight; and at the end of the conflict - we shall see the King in His beauty, and know Him even as we are known!


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:23:01 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882


        The Lord Our Strength

        The first lesson of childhood - is human weakness. The earliest cry of the infant displays it. At the other end of life we often see a pitiable senility, such as I encountered lately in the case of a man who was once a luminary of the American pulpit - but now cannot remember the names of his own children!

        But the weakest side of humanity is its moral side. Colossal intellect is often found lodged in the same person with a conscience of swine! For the sake of morality, I rejoice that an author has lately been stripping away the glamour which has hung around that stupendous embodiment of selfishness, Napoleon. They show us that the intellectual giant was continually swayed by his base lusts. The chief lesson of such a career as Napoleon's is to demonstrate what a contemptible creature man is - the moment he cuts loose from God.

        One of the chief purposes of our Divine religion - is to teach man where to find this indispensable element of strength. The Divine Word, coming from the very Maker of man, who knows us completely, declares that "he who trusts in his own heart is a fool!" We have no spiritual strength in ourselves. Just as our bodies derive all their strength from the food we eat, and every oak draws its strength from the surrounding earth and air - so our souls obtain all spiritual power from a source outside of us. The Psalmist David, whose native weaknesses were deplorably conspicuous, was only strong when in alliance with God. His declaration is, "The Lord alone is my strength!" This is the only strength which the Bible recognizes.

        Who are the Bible heroes? Men of genius, wits, orators, philosophers? No! They are the Enochs who walked with God; the Josephs who conquered sensual temptation because God was with him; the Elijahs who stood like a granite pillar against the tides of idolatry; and the Daniels who never quailed at the lion's roar. Daniel gives us the secret of his strength in his three-times-a-day interviews with God. The Lord fed his inner soul as the subterranean springs feed a well and keeps it full during summer droughts.

        God's strength is "made perfect in our weakness." This means that the Divine power is most conspicuous, when our weakness is the most thoroughly felt. We have got first to be emptied of all self-conceit and self-confidence. A bucket cannot hold air and water at the same time. As the water comes in - the air must go out. The reason of some hard trials - is to get the accursed spirit of SELF out of our hearts! When we have been emptied of self-trust, we are in the condition to be filled with might in the inner man, by the power of the Holy Spirit.

        When Isaiah felt that he was but a child, and an unclean one at that - he received the touch of celestial fire! Peter had immense confidence in 'Peter' - when he boasted of his own strength; but after his pride had got its fall, Peter is endued with power from on high, and then the apostle who was once frightened by a servant-girl, could courageously face the whole Sanhedrin.

        A Christian must not only realize his own utter feebleness - but he must give up what worldlings rely on, and admit that "vain is the help of man." That poor woman who had tried all the doctors in her neighborhood, and had only grown worse in body, and poorer in purse - is a touching illustration of our invalid souls. She, having despaired of human help - came crouching to the feet of the Son of God. One touch of His garments sent a new tide of health through her veins. Just so - contact with Christ brings currents of the Divine power into our souls - so that we can do all things through Christ who strengths us.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:24:06 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        At the very outset of the spiritual life, this Divine strength becomes recognized. Many have testified that they have gained victory over "the bottle" by the influx of a new principle and a new power into their hearts. The essence of conversion with them, was that the seven devils of lust for the bottle were cast out - and Christ came in. This was a supernatural work, the very thing which modern skepticism hoots at; but a Bible which did not bring a supernatural element into weak and wicked humanity - would not be worth the paper on which it is printed! If the Christ of Christianity cannot and does not endow a frail sinner with supernatural power to resist terrible temptations, then is Christianity a confessed imposture and delusion! But it does stand this very crucial test.

        Multitudes have given the triumphant testimony that, under the pressure of great temptation, the Lord stood with them and strengthened them. Their testimony has always been, "When I am weak - then am I strong!" That is, when I get emptied of self-trust - then Jesus comes in and strengthens me. Charles Finney has left us some wonderful experiences of the prodigious tides of power which poured into his soul and into his work - when he humbled himself before God, and put his own soul, like an empty vessel, under the Divine power, until he became filled "unto all the fullness of God."

        This is the real office of faith. It is simply the linking of our utter weakness - to the omnipotence of Christ! We furnish the weakness - and He furnishes the strength - and that makes the partnership. The baby furnishes a hungry little mouth - and the mother furnishes the nourishing milk. The mother is happy that she can give the full supply - and the rosy darling is happy as it draws in the sweet contentment. What a beautiful picture of my poor, weak, hungry soul - resting on the bosom of the Infinite Love! There is no danger that the supply will ever give out, for my Lord, my Feeder, my Supporter - is constantly saying unto me, "My grace is sufficient for you." In this way we are strengthened with all might according to His glorious power. A better translation of the verse would be, "enforced with all force." We have retained the word "reinforce "in the English language, and it is a pity that we have dropped the older word "inforce," for it describes exactly - the impartation of the Divine strength to a believer's soul.

        Alas, how easily we run dry, and how constantly we need replenishment! Yesterday's breakfast will not feed me tomorrow. The Christian who tries to live on the experiences of last year - is as insane as if he attempted to labor on the strength of the food eaten a month ago! Lord, evermore give us this bread! Those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength - the depletion shall constantly be filled up, and the new task shall be met with a fresh supply.

        One great purpose in all afflictions - is to bring us down to the everlasting arms. We had become presumptuous, and had made flesh our arm. We were trying to go alone - and then came a fall. Trouble, and even bereavement, may be a great blessing - if it sends us home to Jesus! A boy often forgets that he has a home - until a cut or a bruise sends him crying to his mother's side, for the bandage or the medicine. God often strikes away our props - to bring us down upon His mighty arms! What strength and peace it gives us - to feel the everlasting arms underneath us! As far as we may sink - we cannot go farther down than those outstretched arms! There we stop, there we rest!

        The everlasting arms not only sustain us - but carry us along, as on eagles' wings. Faith is just the clinging of my weak soul - to the Omnipotent Jesus! Its constant cry is: "I am weak - but You are mighty! Hold me with Your powerful hand!" To that omnipotent hand - let me cling with all the five fingers of my faith! It will never let me drop - until it lands me in glory!


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:25:22 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882


        A Constant Salvation

        A clipper ship crossing the Banks of Newfoundland in heavy weather strikes an iceberg. She begins to sink rapidly - and her captain and crew barely have time to leap into the life-boat!

        The question, "What must we do to be saved?" is pictured by their prompt leap into the life-boat, which is an act of faith. They trust their lives to it for salvation. From immediate death they are saved. But, afterwards, the ship has sunk, and the crew are still out in the deep and dangerous sea.

        There is a second process necessary. In order to keep out of the belly of the sea, and to reach the distant shore - they must stick to the boat, and pull vigorously at the oars. They must "work out their salvation" now by hard rowing. But this is a continued process of salvation, day after day - until they reach the shores of Nova Scotia. Never for a moment, however, are they independent of the life-boat. That must keep them afloat - or they go to the bottom of the sea.

        At last, after hard rowing, they reach the welcome shore. This is their third, final, and complete salvation, for they are entirely beyond any perils of the treacherous sea. Now they are at rest, for they have reached the desired haven.

        This homely parable will illustrate, with sufficient clearness - the three ways in which the word SALVATION is employed in God's Word, and in human experience.

        The first leap into the lifeboat illustrates that decisive act of the soul, in leaving all other worthless reliances - and throwing itself on Christ Jesus in simple, believing trust. This is conversion. By it the soul is delivered from the guilt and condemnation of sin. The Holy Spirit is active in this step, cleansing and renewing the heart. By this act of surrender to Christ - the sinner escapes from death into life. He may joyfully cry out, "By the grace of God I am saved!" Yet this converted man is no more independent of Christ as a Savior - than those sailors were of that life-boat! For until he reaches the haven of Heaven - he must be clinging to Jesus every day!

        It is this daily and hourly salvation that we wish to emphasize at present. Too many people limit the word "salvation" to the initial step of converting faith, and falsely conclude that nothing more is to be done. A certain school of rather mystical Christians so magnify this act of receiving the "gift of eternal life in Christ" that they quite forget the fact that a vast deal of head-winds, hard rowing, conflict with the devil and remaining lusts - must be encountered, before we reach our final haven.

        There is a very important sense in which every true servant of Christ is obliged to "work out his salvation" every day of his life - even if he lives a century! It was not to impenitent sinners or anxious inquirers that Paul addressed the famous injunction, "Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling." He was addressing the blood-bought Church at Philippi. And if he were alive today he might well ring these solemn words into the ears of every Christian in the land. For if our original deliverance from the condemnation of sin, and from the desert of hell, depended on our surrender to Christ - so our constant salvation from the assaults of sin - depends upon our constant clinging to the Savior and our constant obedience to His commandments. Faith without 'works' is dead.

        Brethren, we may be in the life-boat - but the life-boat is not heaven! There is many a hard tug at the oar, many a night of tempest, many a danger from false lights - before we reach the shining shore! To the last moment on earth - our salvation depends on complete submission to Jesus. Without Him - nothing; with Him - all things.

        Yonder is an acre of weeds which its owner wishes to save from barrenness - to fruitfulness. So he subjugates it with plough and harrow and all the processes of cultivation. If the soil would cry out against the ploughshare and the harrow and the hoe - the farmer's answer would be, "Only by submission to this discipline can I raise the golden crop which shall be to your credit - and to my glory." In like manner, by absolute submission to Christ's will, by constant obedience to His pure commandments, by the readiness to be used by Him entirely for His own purposes - can you be saved to life's highest end. The instant that I realize that I am entirely Christ's - I must also realize that my TIME must be saved from a wasted life - and all must be consecrated to Him.

        All accumulation - is by wise saving. Sin means waste, and ends in ruin and remorse. The honest, devoted Christian, is literally "working out his salvation" when he is daily striving to redeem his time, and employ his utmost capacity, and use his every opportunity - to make his life a beautiful offering and possession for his Lord. If we were not worth saving, our Lord would never have tasted the bitter agonies of Golgotha to redeem us! If every saved follower is by and by to be presented by Christ "faultless, with exceeding joy" - then is a Christian life, a jewel worthy of His diadem. O my soul, let Him work in me to will and to do, according to His good pleasure, if I can be made to yield this revenue of honor to my beloved Lord!


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:26:45 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        There is another sense in which Christ furnishes us a constant salvation. His presence saves me in the hour of strong temptation. He keeps me from falling in a thousand cases - where I do not directly recognize His hand. When I wake up in the morning, after a night ride in a Pullman car, I do not know how many human hands have been busy in order that I might ride safely through the pitch darkness. Just so - when I get to heaven, perhaps I may find out how often Jesus interposed to save me from threatened ruin and from unsuspected dangers. He was saving me in a hundred ways that I did not dream of! My invisible deliverances were all due to His watchful care.

        Daily grace means a daily salvation. Paul lived thus in constant dependence, realizing that if Christ withdrew His arm - that he would sink in an instant! Not for one moment, can I dispense with the life-boat - until my foot stands where "there is no more sea." If these things are true, then we ought ever to be praying: "O Lord, what must I do now to be saved - to be saved from waste of time; to be saved from dishonoring You; to be saved from secret sin; and to be saved up to the fullest, richest, holiest service of Yourself?"

        Only He can help us to accomplish all this - for His grace can bring us a full salvation. When we reach heaven, we shall no longer need to be saved. The voyage will be over - and the dangers ended. The multitudes who have been saved - will then walk in the light of the New Jerusalem, and cast their crowns at the feet of Him who purchased for them - so ineffably glorious and transcendent a salvation!


        Healthy and Happy

        The clock of time will soon strike for the birth of another year - when every man will wish his neighbor a "Happy New Year!" To many, it will no doubt be a day of sadness, for it will remind them of the loved ones whom the past year has buried out of their sight. But every genuine disciple of Jesus, every heir of heaven, ought to possess deep and abiding resources of joy - which lie as far beneath the tempests of trial as the depths of the Atlantic are beneath the storms that have lately torn its surface into foaming billows. Every healthy Christian ought to be a happy Christian - under every stress of circumstances.

        A living Christian who is worthy of the name - must possess more or less of that holiness, without which no man can see the Lord. There is a misconception and a prejudice in the minds of some good people in regard to this word - on account of the abuse of it by certain visionaries of the "perfectionist" school. But holiness signifies health of heart and life. To be holy - is really to be whole or healed. Sin is soul-sickness; regeneration by the Divine Spirit, is recovery from that sickness. There is no condemnation of guilt - to those who are in Christ Jesus; He is the physician who delivers them from deadly disease of sin. If good health means misery - then is a sincere Christian a miserable mope; but if health means a happy condition, then should Christ's redeemed ones be the most cheerful, sunny-hearted people in the community!

        There are several characteristics of a true child of God. One of them is that he is forgiven. To be pardoned has made many a prison door - like a gate of paradise. The sweet sense of forgiven sin - has been an ecstasy to thousands who had "groaned, being burdened under a sense of sin," but had found relief at the cross of Christ!

        Another evidence of spiritual health is a good conscience - a conscience enlightened by the Bible, a conscience kept sweet and wholesome by prayer, a conscience which comforts it possessor, instead of tormenting him by a certain fearful looking-for of judgment. What a diseased liver is in the body - is a bad conscience in the spiritual man; it breeds continual mischief and misery. The Christian never suffers from spiritual dyspepsia - who keeps a conscience void of offence towards God and man.

        A healthy soul has a strong appetite for Divine truth. He enjoys the daily manna of the Word, and has no lustings for the "flesh-pots" of the world. It is not the sugared candy that he is after - but the strong meat of the gospel as well as the honeycomb. His soul "delights itself in the fatness" of God's Word. To some people Mr. Moody's style of talking about the banquet which the Bible affords him, seems like extravagance. The reason is, that their spiritual taste is utterly corrupted by feeding on such sugared candy as novels and newspapers. A combination of Bible-diet and Bible-duties would soon make them as vigorous as Mr. Moody! If he did not show in his own conduct and condition, the "nourishment" which he lives on - he would not make so many converts.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:28:13 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        Holiness is constant agreement with God. It is the agreement of love - even deeper and sweeter than the most unbroken wedlock. From this harmony of soul with the Divine Will - flows a great, deep, broad river of peace, which passes all understanding and all fathoming! This stream grows deeper and wider, until it empties into the ocean of eternal love! The holy believer - who accepts God's promises more readily than the best government bonds - who shapes his life in conformity with Christ - who keeps his soul's windows open towards the sun-rising - who makes each painful cross, a ladder for a climb into a higher fellowship with Jesus - who realizes that just before him lies the exceeding and eternal weight of glory - cannot be made a sour or peevish or melancholy man - by any outward circumstances!

        The holy-minded Samuel Rutherford of Scotland, wrote most of his immortal "Letters" within the cell of a martyr's prison. They read like leaves from the tree of life, floated down on sunbeams! "Come, O my well-beloved!" he exclaims; "come fast that we may meet at the banquet!" "I would not exchange one smile of Christ's lovely face - for kingdoms." "There is no room for crosses in heaven." "Sorrow and the saints are not married together. Or, if it were so, heaven would divorce them." The holiness of such a man is not the enthusiasm of a visionary or the mere outburst of transient emotion; it is the normal condition of the man, the wholeness of a soul who has been transformed by grace - into the likeness and the life of Jesus Christ.

        Keeping Christ's commandments - keeps the eye clear and the temper sweet, and the will submissive, and the affections pure - in these things, lies the rich reward. The highest type of piety is cheerful piety. The more we study the lives and examples of the healthiest Christians - the more we find them to be the men and women who walk in the sunshine of God's face. They are the living illustrations of the truth - that close contact with God is the most supreme source of happiness. There is such a thing as "joy in the Holy Spirit." There is food for the soul to feed on - which this lying, deceitful, and deceived world, knows nothing of. The measure of our holiness is the true measure of our happiness; it will be the measure of our final enjoyment of heaven.



        The Angels of the Sepulcher

        In the most beautiful cemetery in Washington, stands a marble statue carved by the skill of Palmer's chisel. It represents "The Angel of the Sepulcher." On every side the dead are sleeping; but beside them sits this silent sentinel, as if to guard the slumbering dust until the resurrection trumpet sounds the wake-up signal on the judgment morn. That angel which Palmer's chisel fashioned, is of solid stone; but the "angels in white" whom Mary of Magdala saw in the deserted tomb of Jesus - were pure immaterial spirits. They assumed a visible form; but angels are never described as material beings of flesh and blood like ourselves. Excelling in strength, they go forth as God's messengers to do His will, to watch over children, to bear home the departed spirits of God's people, and to encamp round about His covenant ones who fear Him.

        From those angelic appearances at the tomb of our Redeemer on His resurrection morn - we may gather some cheering lessons. When the anxious Marys were on their way to that tomb with their spices, the thought flashed into their minds, "Who will roll away that rock at the sepulcher for us? "But the difficulty is solved in a way that they had never dreamed of. An angel from heaven had already been there, and had opened the rock gate - to let the King of Glory out.

        In like manner, God often sends an Angel of Help to roll away our hindrances. Some of them are real obstacles, some of them are created by our fears. The awakened sinner often encounters difficulties in a stubborn will, or in long-formed habits, or in obdurate appetites. As soon as he submits to Christ, he finds these difficulties give way. Divine power achieves for him - what his own unaided weakness could not accomplish.

        Many a child of God has been brought under a sore bereavement, and the first thought has been, "Oh, how can I bear this burden of grief! How can I surmount all these new hardships and difficulties!" A widow left with a family of orphans, and with scanty provision to feed and clothe them - is tempted to give up in despair. But when she reaches one difficulty after another, look - the stone is rolled away. A friend provides for this lad; a home is offered to another; a third begins to help himself and mother too; and she soon finds that she can do a hundred things - which she thought impossible.


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:30:21 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        Beside the mourning widow, walked an angel in white, which strengthened her. God always has an angel of HELP for those who are willing to do their duty. How often have we been afraid to undertake some difficult work for Him - but as soon as we laid hold of it - the rock of hindrance was removed. The tempter told us that if we attempted to save some hardened soul - that we would encounter an immovable rock. We had faith enough to try, and prayer brought the power which turned the heart of stone - to flesh.

        The adversary is continuously busy in frightening us from labors of love for our Master. Yet if our single aim is to reach Jesus and to honor Jesus - no hindrance is immovable. The world thought Paul a madman, and Luther a fanatic, and Wilberforce and Duff but pious visionaries. When the Omnipotent Help came down, opposing rocks were swept away, and the Devil's guards were put to flight! The very lions which frightened "Mistrust "and "Timorous" - are discovered to be "chained" when a persevering Christian comes up to them.

        But Help is not the only angel which God sends to His believing ones. There is another bright spirit, whom we never meet more surely than at the sepulcher where our treasures sleep. The name of this angel in white, is HOPE. She sits today by the little mounds which cover the bodies we loved. When I go out to the grassy hill in Greenwood, where my darling boy has lain for a dozen summers, I meet that angel at the tomb. The words she chanted when the casket was sealed up and hidden beneath the earth - are sounding still: "All those who sleep in Jesus - will God bring with Him." As Mary Magdalene saw the angel through her tears - so the believer sees through tears of sorrow - the white-robed angel of Hope. A clear-eyed angel is she, and one who excels in strength.

        She has other ministering spirits with her, to minister to the heirs of salvation. PATIENCE attends her, and PRAYER with a casket of promises, and PEACE with her serene countenance, and LOVE, which is stronger than death.

        The tomb in Joseph's garden was filled with "light" where the two bright spirits sat, "the one at the head and the other at the feet where the body of Jesus had lain." Even so do the angels of Divine help and hope turn the midnight of sorrow into noon of rejoicing. To the eye of unbelief - the grave is a ghostly spot. Faith peoples the cemetary with angels, and fills the air with prophetic songs of praise. What a scene will all the cemeteries present - when the angelic legions shall roll away every stone, and gather Christ's own chosen ones to meet Him on His throne!



        The Night-lodging, and the Day-dawn

        When traveling in Palestine last year, we occasionally came upon a wayside inn. Before one of those crude inns - the traveler halts at sunset, feeds his animals, stretches himself on the floor, and in the cool dawn of the next morning saddles his horse or mule and pushes on his journey. This familiar custom was in the Psalmist's mind when he wrote, "Weeping may endure for a night - but joy comes in the morning!" This verse literally translated, would read, "In the night sorrow lodges - and at the day-dawn comes shouting." Sorrow is represented as only a lodger for a night - to be followed by joy at the sun-rising.

        This is a truthful picture of most frequent experiences of believers. It is full of comfort to God's people, and it points on to the glorious dawn of heaven's eternal day, when the night-watch of life is over. Sorrow is often the precursor of joy; sometimes it is so needful, that unless we endure the one - we cannot have the other. Some of us have known what it is to have severe sickness lodge in our bodily tent, when every nerve became a tormentor; and every muscle a highway for pain to course over. We lay on our beds, conquered and helpless. But the longest night has its dawn. At length returning health began to steal in upon us, like the earliest gleams of morning light through the window shutters. Never did food taste so delicious - as the first meal of which we partook at our own table. Never did the sunbeams fall so sweet and golden - as on that first Sunday when we ventured out to church - and no discourse ever tasted so like heavenly manna - as the one our pastor poured into our hungry ears that day. We sang the thirtieth Psalm with melody in the heart, and no verse more gratefully than this one, "Sorrow may endure for a night - but joy comes in the morning!"

        Many a night of hard toil has been followed by the longed-for dawn of success. When we were weary with the rowing - the blessed Master came to us on the waves and cried out, "Be of good cheer - it is I!" As soon as He entered the boat - the skies lighted up, and in a moment the boat was in the harbor.

        The history of every discovery, of every enterprise of benevolence, of every Christian reform - is the history of toil and patience through long discouragements. I love to read the narrative of Palissy - of his painful struggles with adversity, of his gropings after the scientific truth he was seeking, and of his final victory. Sorrow and poverty and toil lodged with that brave spirit for many a weary month - but at length came singing and shouting. All Galileos and Keplers and Newtons have had this experience. All the Luthers and Wesleys who have pioneered great reformations, and all the missionaries of Christ who have ever invaded the darkness of paganism, have had to endure night-work and watching - before the hand of God opened to them - the gates of the "dayspring from on high."


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:31:53 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882

        This is the lesson to be learned by us pastors, by the teachers in mission-schools, by colporteurs, and by every toiler for Christ and souls. "We have toiled all night - and caught nothing!" exclaimed the tired and hungry disciples. Then in the early gray of the daybreak, they espied their Master on the beach; the net is cast on the right side of the ship, and it swarms with fish enough to break its meshes.

        Nearly every revival season I have ever passed through in my church - has been on this same fashion. Difficulties and discouragements have sent us to our knees - and then we have been surprised by the advent of the Master in great power and blessing! God tests His people - before He blesses them. The night is mother of the day; trust through the dark - brings triumph in the dawn!

        Precisely similar are the deepest and richest experiences of many a regenerated soul. The sorrows of penitence were the precursors of the joys of pardon. I have known a convicted sinner to endure the pangs of contrition when a great tempest lay upon him - and no sun or stars appeared; his soul was in the horror of a great darkness. To such distressed hearts, God often sends a flood of relief and joy - as sudden as the light which poured on Saul of Tarsus. To others, conversion has been a slower, gentler process. Like the gradual coming of the dawn - as we have witnessed it from a mountain summit - darkness has slowly given place to steel-gray, and the steel-gray to silver, the silver has reddened into brilliant gold - and all has developed so quietly and steadily that we could not fix the precise birth-moment of the day.

        Just so, thousands of true Christians cannot fix the precise date of their conversion. But the dawn of hope and new life really begins - when the mercy of Jesus Christ is rightly apprehended, and the soul begins to see and to follow Him.

        Those who suffer the sharpest sorrow for their own sinfulness and guilt, and are brought into the deepest self-loathing, are commonly those who are the most thoroughly converted. The height of their joy is proportioned to the depth of their distress. Christ is all the more precious to them - for having painfully felt the need of Him. The dawn of their new hope has been unmistakably from heaven, and their after pathway has shone brighter and brighter to the perfect day.

        One other truth - the most ineffably glorious of all - is illustrated by this simile of the night-lodging at the inn. The earthly life of God's children is only a mere encampment for a night. To many - are appointed sleeplessness and tears. Sometimes through poverty, sometimes through long sickness, sometimes under darkly mysterious bereavements, they have "waited patiently on the Lord more than those who watch for the morning." They knew that the dawn of heaven lay behind the clouds - and they held out in confident expectation of it. Paul himself had such sharp experiences, that he once confessed that he had "a desire to break camp - and to be with Christ, which is far better!"

        A most lovely Christian, whose life had been consumed by a slow cancer, went home to glory a few days ago. While the poor frail tent of the body was decaying daily - she was feasting on rapturous glimpses of heaven! Through the long weary night - pain and suffering lodged in that fluttering tent; but at length

            "The dawn of heaven broke -
             The summer morn she sighed for,
             The fair, sweet morn awoke!"


Title: God's Light on Dark Clouds
Post by: nChrist on November 18, 2008, 10:33:40 PM

God's Light on Dark Clouds
by Theodore Cuyler, 1882



        Our Two Homes

        That beautiful passage in the fifth chapter of 2 Corinthians, may be translated as follows: "Being always confident, and knowing that while we are in our home in the body we are away from our home in the Lord. For we walk by faith, not by appearance. We are still confident, and well content rather to go from our home in the body - and to come to our home in the Lord."

        The contrast is a sharp and distinct one, between our two homes. In the first verse of this chapter Paul speaks of our present home as a mere "tent"; the other home is "a mansion of God, eternal in the heavens." In other words, my "soul" which is really "myself" has two homes - one of them is in this frail and flimsy tent which I call a body, and the other is in that enduring and glorious habitation called heaven.

        A tent is the most transient of all lodging-places. It is pitched today; tomorrow its pins are pulled up and the canvas is carried away to some other spot, leaving only the ashes of a camp-fire. What a vivid picture is this of the frail body in which my immortal soul encamps for a few swift-flying years! Half of all the human tents do not last more than thirty years; and if by much mending and patching they are made to last for forty years - yet they easily yield to the blast of death and fly away! Paul's tent had seen some rough usage; it was so migratory and so drenched with storms, and so mauled by persecutions and scarred with the lash - that the old hero who lived in it longed "to depart and to be with Christ - which was far better!" He was constantly getting homesick for his Father's house. A happy day it was for him - when the executioner's axe clove his poor old leaky tent in twain - and allowed his heaven-bound spirit to fly away and be at rest!

        A thousand speculative and poetical things, have been written in regard to the Christian's future home. The Bible says just enough to rouse our curiosity and to stimulate speculation - but not enough to spoil the sublime mystery which overhangs it like a cloud of glory. A few things seem to my own mind at least, to be well established.

        Heaven is a place. It is not a mere state or condition of blissful holiness. A distinctly bounded place of abode it must be, or else John's view of it from Patmos was an idle illusion. God's Word speaks of it as a "city," and as filled with "many mansions." The light of it proceeds from a central throne; for the Lamb in the midst of the throne, is the light thereof. Its crystalline pavements are like unto fine gold. The music of its praises fell upon the old apostle's ear with such a sublime roar of melodies, that he likened them to the Mediterranean's surf dashing upon the rocks of Patmos. He calls them "the roar of mighty ocean waves." Surrounding this vast scene of splendor he saw something which he describes as walls of precious gems, and "the twelve gates were made of pearls - each gate from a single pearl!"

        There is something beautifully suggestive in this many-sidedness of heaven, with gates of entrance from every point of the compass. It emphasizes the universality of God's house, into which all the redeemed shall enter, from all parts of the globe, and with their varying theological and denominational opinions. All shall come in through Christ Jesus - and yet through many gateways. Thank God, no bigot shall be able to bar one soul out - who has been washed in the blood of the Lamb!

        The variety of "fruits" on the tree of life points to the idea of satisfying every possible taste and aspiration of God's vast household of many kindreds and tongues and nations. Why surrender the view of a literal home of the redeemed, such as John has described to us? Why burn it all away into the thin vapor of metaphor? If John did not see what he described, then he saw nothing at all; and if he saw nothing real, then the closing visions of the Apocalypse are a splendid fantasy! For one, I prefer to hold to the actual words which Revelation gives me, and if, when I get there, I find something utterly different, then it will be time enough to make the discovery.

        That our heavenly home will satisfy our fullest social longings, we cannot doubt. No one need complain of lack of "good company" there. Old Dr. Emmons is not the only Christian who has fed his hopes of "a good talk with the Apostle Paul." Dr. Guthrie is not the only parent who has felt assured that "his little Johnnie would meet him inside the gate." Many a pastor expects to find the converted portion of his flock as a "crown of rejoicing to him in that day." There cannot possibly be a question of doubt of the recognition of friends. No barriers of caste can separate those who are children of the one Father and dwelling in the same household.

        When Cineas, the ambassador of Pyrrhus, came back from his visit to Rome in the days of her glory, he reported to his prince that he had seen a "commonwealth of kings!" So will it be in heaven, where every heir of redeeming grace will be as a king and priest unto God, and a divine adoption shall make everyone a member of the royal family. What a comforting thought it is - that we shall never be compelled to pull up our tent-poles any longer in quest of a pleasanter home! Heaven will have no "moving-day." No longer shall we dread to be pulled away from associations which we love, and sent off into strange and uncongenial places.

        There is a delightful permanence in that word, "Forever with the Lord." The steps to that home are few and short. Happy is that child of Jesus who is always listening for the footfall this side of the golden gate, and for the voice of invitation to hurry home. A godly life is just a tarrying in the tent for Christ - until we go into the mansion with Christ!

        "I hope your Master has gone to heaven!" said someone to a slave when his master had died. "I'm afraid he has not gone there," replied Ben, "for I never heard him speak of heaven. Whenever he goes on a trip - he always prepares for many weeks. I never saw him getting ready for going to heaven!" The simple slave's words are a test and an admonition for each one of us. For let us be assured that not one of us will ever see that glorious Home - unless we are made ready for it by Christ Jesus!