THE RAVEN
From Beacons of the Bible
by Henry Law, 1869
Christ - purchasing the Holy Spirit, and sending Him to bless the Church with all His powers to teach - to sanctify - to comfort - to adorn - to beautify. Christ - rising from the grave, a proof, that God is satisfied - and all redemption fully earned - a pledge, that the ransomed in their turn shall put on the beauties of a resurrection body, worthy of a resurrection-state. Christ - ascending to the right hand of the majesty on high, representing all His people in Himself - bearing their names upon His shoulders and His heart - receiving all gifts for them - pouring down all blessings on them. Christ - coming to institute a glorious reign - to change the living - to raise the dead - to execute eternal judgment - to fill all heaven with glory - to awaken the eternal song of never-ending hallelujahs.
O my soul, what a flood of tidings of great joy! Spring forth to welcome them. Stretch forth your arms to clasp them. The Law frowns condemnation. The Gospel thus smiles salvation. The wrath is gone. Destruction's billows are no more seen. Dismiss all fears. Annihilate your shivering doubts. Tremble no more. Open the gates of liberty. Go forth, as Noah, upon the renovated earth. Walk up and down in the green pastures of delight. See all around you verdant and redolent of peace. Enjoy. Give thanks. Lift up the voice. Sing praises. All things are yours - the world - things present - things to come - all are yours - and you are Christ's - and Christ is God's. 1 Corinthians 3:21-23.
Following the Gospel-voice, we dwell as lords of a wide universe of peace. We lie down in green pastures - we feed beside still waters. The hand of love makes full provision. Goodness and mercy follow our steps, as the attending shadow. This Gospel flies from heaven, assuring us, that God, even our own God, shall bless us. Thus, like Noah's dove, it calls us forth to liberty and joy. All glory to the Gospel of free grace! All glory to the Gospel of eternal life!
But mark again the Raven. We may learn much from its departing flight. Without unduly giving wings to imagination, we may here trace silly worldlings in their silly ways. To such, the Gospel-ark is not a welcome home. Its holy boundaries are uncongenial. They flee its pious inhabitants. They shun its righteous shelter. The easy yoke galls, as an enfettering chain. The light burden is as a heavy bondage. They give the wing to their unbridled passions. They are carried away by wild desires - and craving appetites - and raging lusts. Their feet speed hastily from spots, where Christ is the one testimony - where God is lovingly adored - where eternity in vivid colors is brought near.
O my soul, take warning. Make the Gospel-ark your constant dwelling-place - your much-loved home - your safe retreat - your all-protecting shelter. Dwell in Christ, and Christ in you. Abide in Him, and He in you. Nestle sweetly - rest securely - in the screening refuge of His wounds. Stray not away from Him.
There is a beacon, also, in the Raven's restlessness. It wanders to and fro, and never settles. Worldlings wandering from Christ find no repose. Tossed up and down, they lead a weary life. Hurried here and there, they are strangers to all peace. Some vain allurement offers rest. They seek it only to take early flight. Another spot invites. It promises much, and disappoints the more. Behold the fretting waters of the troubled sea. They represent the constant motion of the unfixed mind. Thus always craving - never satisfied - the weary votaries of earth drag out their uncalm days.
O my soul, have you found Christ? The true believer sweetly sings, "I sat down under His shadow with great delight, and His fruit was sweet to my taste." Song 2:3. Shall God say of Zion, "This is my rest forever; here will I dwell; for I have desired it?" Psalms 132:14. And will not you respond, Christ is indeed my rest forever? Nothing shall tempt me from my home of joy.
The Raven's food erects another beacon. What nourishment could it find in the drowned waste? What, but the putrid remnants of the floating carcases? Thus worldlings starve their souls amid the husks and carrion of their pleasures! Their maxims are false, and therefore poisonous. No wholesome nutriment is there. Their cup of joy at best is flavorlessness. Contrast the banquet-house of faith. The WORD luxuriantly contains supplies to cheer - to strengthen - to refresh. The PROMISES, what animating cordials. The truths of the CROSS, what a well-stored table! Jesus is the bread of life. The soul partakes and lives. The prospect of the HEAVENLY REST, what a rich feast! "Eat, O friends - drink, yes drink abundantly, O beloved." The LOVE OF CHRIST, how invigorating! "Your love is better than wine."
Reader! be always a guest at this table, and "eat that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness."
If any worldling should peruse this page, may his eye turn not again to that poor cheat, the world. May it look to Christ, and never look away! He is sure rest. He is safe refuge. He is a treasury of all delights. He satisfies, until the full soul can hold no more.