Linggo, Abril 26, 2020

Christian Hope (John Angell James, 1859) Part 20

THE NECESSITY AND MEANS OF STRENGTHENING HOPE

A. The NECESSITY of Having Hope Strengthened.
Whatever in us is good, and yet imperfect, should be made better—for in nothing can we pretend to perfection; and whatever is good and weak should be strengthened. Who will say his hope is so lively as not to need quickening, so vigorous as not to need strengthening? It is lamentable to look abroad upon professors of religion, and see how low their expectations are of heaven above—how few affections they have there. But how much more lamentable is it to look in and see how low our own hopes are. Let any Christian glance back through a week, and as far as he can recollect, calculate how many times, with what length of time, and with what earnestness of feeling—he has thought of heaven and eternity. Let him call to recollection his troubles, and think how little consolation he has derived from the prospect of everlasting glory. Let him remember his general conduct, and ask how little of resistance of evil tempers and strong temptation he has maintained by the anticipation of the perfect purity of heaven. Let him think of his enjoyment, and inquire how much of it has really arisen from the idea he is going on to life eternal. He will be astonished to find how little this Christian grace has had to do with the formation of his character, the guidance of his conduct, and the supply of his felicity. He will be humbled to discover his amazing shortcomings in this one branch of Christian duty.
No one knows how prevalent is his earthly-mindedness until he exercises this introspection and retrospection. When we consider what heaven is, it might be expected that a day could no more pass, with those who believe and expect it, without some lively anticipation of it, than a monarch could forget for the same time the near approach of the ceremonial of his coronation. An eternal state of infinite enjoyment ever at hand, and believed to be at hand—and yet that sublime incomprehensible glory so hidden behind thick clouds of 'the petty cares of this world', as to be scarcely seen or thought of for days, perhaps weeks, together—at least with any seriousness and power! O Christian, do you not need to have your flagging desires quickened?—Your languid expectations stimulated? Do you not need to have your earthliness subdued, and to become in thought, feeling, and action, more like the candidate for, and expectant of—a crown of life and glory. For shame, for shame, to have heaven opening its glories above; yes, and eternity spreading out its ages before you—and yet have so few thoughts and feelings in reference to that wondrous state. Professing to believe it to be a reality, and yet treating it as if it were some oriental fable—some mere fantasy of unreal felicity and honor.
You need to have your hope strengthened for yourselves. You are perhaps deeply and heavily afflicted—and need support and consolation. How would you be sustained and comforted—if your eye and your heart were in heaven. The prospect of eternal glory, believed and expected, would lift you above your troubles into the sunshine of holy joy! All God's waves and billows might roll over you—but you would not be drowned; your vessel would float upon the wave, and rise upon the crest of the billow, and with her anchor well cast, would ride out the storm. Have you not often had to say, "Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are then disturbed within me?"
And as you need a stronger hope for your consolation, so you equally need it for your sanctification. Why has temptation such power over you? Why is your holiness so imperfect? Why are your corruptions so strong? Why do you make no more progress in the Christian life? Why all this? I tell you again, because your hope is low. Increase hope—and you will increase your holiness. You will grow in grace—if you will grow in heavenliness. I would sound it over a lukewarm professor, over a lukewarm church, over a lukewarm Christendom, "You are feeble in prayer, in righteousness, in watchfulness, in diligence, in everything else—because you are negligent in hope!" Christian, would you have been vanquished in that conflict; would you have succumbed to that temptation; would you have yielded to that foe—had the eye of your soul been fixed at the time on the excellent glory?
And it should be a matter of consideration with you, that as you need this grace now, so you know not how much greater need you may yet stand in need of hope—for its supporting and sanctifying powers. It is not wise, I know, nor good, to anticipate afflictions, and by painful forebodings to go out and meet troubles half-way. Our kind and merciful Lord has forbidden this—but it is prudent to recollect that such things may happen to us, and it is well to be prepared for them. The mariner does not torment himself beforehand with the dread of storms—but he prepares for them. A weak hope is an poor preparation for heavy trials—and we ought not to have a strong hope to seek, when we need it to use. We should not have to make the anchor when the storm rages. It is a blessed thing, when both sore troubles and fierce temptations find us rejoicing with strong consolation in hope of the glory of God. Neither will do us much harm then. But how sad to be overtaken with dangerous tempests and a weak anchor.
And as there is need that your hope should be strengthened on your own account, so also is it for the sake of others. You have influence upon them, and they upon you. One lively spiritual Christian will enkindle a flame of sacred love in others. Warmth is diffusive, and so is cold—hence the lukewarm as well as the lively tend to make others like themselves. Few examples have more power than that of a believer going on his way rejoicing. His song, as he soars to heaven, like that of the lark—attracts attention and gives delight.
And then how important is it to have your hope strengthened, and its joy increased, for the sake of the worldly-minded around you who are strangers to true religion. If they see the professor of religion as earthly as themselves, as soon cast down in trouble, no more intent upon spiritual discipline for an immortal state than themselves; if they see no sparkle of joy in your eye, hear no note of praise upon your tongue, observe no stamp of heaven on your character and conduct; if eternal life appears to have no more reality in you than it has in them; if you are as little drawn towards its glories as they are; if it has no more power to support and comfort you than it has to comfort them—what will their conclusion be—but that it is all a 'mere empty profession'?
But on the other hand, what an effect would be produced, if all who profess true religion were to be seen ever enjoying and feasting on the anticipated pleasures of immortality. So firm in the faith, so strong in the desire, and so confident in the expectations of eternal glory—as to be preserved holy by it amid surrounding corruption, cheerful under the pressure of affliction, resolute by it against fiercest temptations—and thus to make it apparent that they have a mighty and blessed something which the worldly do not possess. Did professors live up to their duty and privileges; did they appear to consider heaven as a grand reality; were they seen with the rays of the hidden glory irradiating their countenances, and sparkling in their tears, what an effect would be produced.
"O Christians, show the unbelieving world, by your rejoicing, how they are mistaken in their choice. Be ashamed that an empty drunkard, and one that must be forever a firebrand in hell—should live a more joyful life than you. O, do not so wrong your Lord, your faith, your endless joys—as to walk in heaviness, and cast away the joy of the Lord, which is your strength. Does it become a companion of angels, a member of Christ, a child of God, an heir of heaven—to be grieved at every petty cross, and to lay by all the sense of his felicity, because some trifle of the world falls cross to his desires. Is it befitting for one that must be everlastingly as full of joy as the sun is of light—to live in such a self-troubling, drooping state, as to disgrace true religion, and frighten away the ungodly from the doors of grace—that by your joyful lives might be induced to enter? For the Lord's sake, Christians, and for your own sake, and in pity to the ungodly—yield not to the tempter that would trouble you, when he cannot devour you.
"Is God your Father, and Christ your Savior, and the Spirit your Sanctifier, and heaven your home? O, Christians, make conscience then of this command, 'Rejoice that your names are written in heaven!' Did you but know how God approves such rejoicing, and how much it pleases him above your pining sorrow, and how it strengthens the soul, and sweetens duty, and eases suffering, and honors true religion, and encourages others, and how suitable it is to gospel grace, and to your high relation and ends, and how much better it seems to subdue the very sins that trouble you, than your fruitless, self-weakening complainings do—I say, did you well consider all these things, it would sure revive your drooping spirits!" (Richard Baxter)
Who then can doubt the necessity of having hope strengthened. Let us now go on to consider the MEANS of strengthening it. Let the reader here pause for a moment, and lift up his heart to God in prayer for the ability to understand these means and the disposition to adopt them, and a blessing upon the perusal of what follows.
 
B. The MEANS of Having Hope Strengthened.
1. There must be a real, earnest, intelligent DESIRE for Christian hope. We shall seek nothing without wishing to possess it, and our efforts will be in exact proportion to our desires. And do we not desire it, if indeed we are real Christians, and are already partakers of the pledge of our heavenly inheritance? Can anything be more desirable in itself? Think what it means, this hope, so great, so glorious, so well founded, so sublime in its object, so purifying, so consoling, so beatifying—in its influence! Christian, give loose to your desire, foster your most intense longings after it. Can you be satisfied with those faint wishes, those languid expectations you now possess? Must you not say, "Dear Lord, shall I always live, at this poor dying rate?"
Do you not feel ashamed to think of the lukewarm and heartless manner in which you are treating such a subject, as the heaven of the eternal God? Is heaven worth so little that you can be satisfied with a few mere probabilities and maybes, that you may reach it? Were you to lose a pin from your dress, or a button from your coat, and one should come and tell you he had found it, you would care nothing whether the thing were true or not. But if your life or fortune were in peril, and one should come and inform you it was probable that they were all safe, how you would long to have your belief that this blessed news was true—confirmed and made more strong. And will you not intensely desire to have your expectation of heaven strengthened?
2. With this connect a determination that you will LIVE after a different fashion. Recollect, this grace, like every other—is a duty as well as a privilege. "We desire that every one of you do show the same diligence to the full assurance of hope unto the end." Observe, the apostle speaks of a full assurance, and speaks of it in the way of command; and a command delivered not only to a few more eminent Christians—but to all. It is every one's duty. And he speaks of it as if it were within every one's reach. What is matter of duty—should be matter of determination. You must rouse yourself, professor, to this great work, and resolve to do it. Resolve by an intelligent, deliberate, and firm purpose—to be a more heavenly-minded man. Come under the bond of your own promise to God, to act as one may be expected to do, whose citizenship is in heaven.
3. There must be a more habitual, devout, and prayerful perusal and study of the WORD OF GOD. Let the reader mark each and all of the words I have here used. This reading of the Scripture must be habitual—not only occasional; the exercise of every day—and not merely of the Sabbath-day. It must be done devoutly—with a mind solemn, serious, and reverential—recollecting that the Bible is God's silent, but impressive voice—and not lightly, carelessly, and perfunctorily. If it be devoutly done, it will also be prayerfully done. We should not only open the Bible ourselves—but ask God to open our eyes that we might behold wondrous things out of his law. And then the Scripture must be studied as well as perused. There must be an anxious desire to penetrate its meaning. We must use it as we would a direction given to us to regain our lost health or property, the writing of which was in some places a little illegible, and the meaning of which was a little obscure. How we would pore over such a document. How minutely we would examine it. How anxiously we would peruse it. We would not trust to anybody's eyes, however we might ask their assistance—but would read for ourselves. So let us search the Scriptures, for this is the way to have our desire and expectations strengthened.
There is a passage on this subject which well deserves our attention—"For whatever things were written aforetime were written for our learning, that we, through patience and comfort of the Scriptures might have hope." Romans 15:4. The apostle had just quoted from the sixty-ninth Psalm an expression which referred to the coming Messiah. The Gentile churches were in danger of regarding these holy writings as relating, if not exclusively, yet chiefly, to the Jews—and referring to a state of things which had passed away. To correct this mistake, he says that the Old Testament Scriptures were written for Christians as well as for Jews. These were the inspired writings which Timothy had known from a child as able to make men wise unto salvation, and which are now "profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness." 2 Timothy 3:16. This stamps a value and an importance upon the Old Testament, in opposition to modern tendencies to disparage the writings of Moses and the prophets.
But what I now wish to show by the quotation is the importance, in order to the maintenance of heavenly-mindedness, of a devout study of the Word of God, for the apostle says that "we through patience and comfort of the Scriptures might have hope." To have hope must here mean not to obtain it in the first instance, for that is done by faith, and not by patience—but to hold it fast, as the word often signifies. So of the other expression, "comfort," the consolations of the gospel do not originate our desire and expectation of heaven—but they sweetly and wonderfully sustain them. ("The religion of the Old Testament is essentially the same, as well as from the same Divine source, with that of the gospel—its forms alone being temporary, and its doctrines eternally true. The Christian Church is historically and vitally one with the Jewish Church (the outward form of voluntary local societies being substituted for that of a national and political body); Christianity is in fact Judaism developed and perfected, freed from its national trammels, and laying aside its gorgeous robes of symbolism, and addressing itself no longer to a portion of mankind—but to the whole race. And therefore, we maintain that you cannot get rid of the Old Testament without cutting away the roots of the New.")
The important lesson then taught by this passage, as well as by very many others, is that the vitality of the soul is maintained, and all the roots of piety strengthened, by the devout use of the Scriptures. The Bible is, if I may change the metaphor, the medicine that cures a sickly state of the soul; the elixir that stimulates a flagging one; and the food that nourishes a feeble one. We know nothing about the future object of our supreme desire—but what we get from the Bible. To produce this expectation, to sustain it, to strengthen it, is one great design of the divine record. No wonder then that people's desires and expectations of heaven are so low, and the prevalence of earthliness so great; that professors complain of their doubts and fears, their small consolation and their meager joy; that heaven is little more than a name, and eternal glory only a thing to be heard of in sermons—but not realized in their experience—while the Bible is a neglected book!
Nothing can be a substitute for the habitual, devout, and prayerful perusal and study of the Word of God—neither sabbaths, sermons, nor sacraments; neither hymns nor good books; in addition to all these, it is the Bible that must sustain and invigorate the spiritual life. This is not only the unadulterated milk for newborn babes—but the strong meat for those who are of full age. A professor who is to any great extent a stranger to his Bible must be but a feeble, though he may be a sincere, Christian. The crumbs of Scripture which are contained in "Daily Portions," furnish but a scanty morsel of the bread of life, altogether undeserving their designation—a portion.
Why is the life of the church in this age so feeble? Why are spirituality of mind, and heavenliness of affection so low? Why have we such a race of worldly-minded professors? Why? The private reading and study of the Scriptures are sadly neglected. Men are strangers to their Bibles. The Bible was never more widely circulated—but at the same time, never by great numbers of professors less devoutly read. Where are now the men and the women to whom the Bible is a book of daily study and delight in the closet—to whom its words are "sweeter than honey or the honeycomb, and more desired than their necessary food?" The magazine, the review, and the newspaper, and the last new novel or tale, have so far pushed out the Bible, that what they hear on the Sabbath day read from the pulpit, or the chapter at family prayer, if perhaps family prayer be kept up, is all the converse multitudes of the members of our churches have with the Word of God. No wonder that they have to sing that doleful hymn—
"Long have I sat beneath the sound
Of your salvation, Lord,
But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of your word.
"How cold and feeble is my love,
How negligent my fear;
How low my hopes of heaven above,
How few affections there!"
4. If we would have our hope strengthened, we must have our FAITH strengthened, for faith is to hope—as cause to effect. We may desire a good thing even where we have no ground to believe it—but we cannot expect it if we do not believe it. We have made this clear in an earlier part of this treatise—but because of its importance and the prevailing ignorance in reference to it, I dwell upon it to reiteration. Let us, therefore, if we would raise higher the superstructure of our hopes—proportionably strengthen our faith, which is the basis on which they rest. If we present the prayer, "Lord, increase our hope," we must precede it by that other petition, "Lord, increase our faith."
Let anyone watch the operations of his own mind, and he will soon see how intimately these two graces are connected. Let him observe how, when a future good object is before him, his desires are influenced and his expectations are raised just in proportion as he believes that it may be his. When at first his belief is very feeble, he has but a languid desire and a faint expectation. But as his convictions of the reality of the object deepen, and his persuasions strengthen that it is within his reach—his anticipations brighten that he shall possess and enjoy it. We must seek then to have our faith in Christ made more intelligent and more firm. We should make ourselves acquainted with the historical and internal evidences of Christianity, especially those of miracles, prophecy, the resurrection of Christ, the history of the Jews, the power and victories of the gospel itself against opposition; and especially the experimental evidence, or its divine might over our own souls in converting, sanctifying, and sustaining them.
The expectation of eternal life is so grand, so lofty, and so immense; the prospect is so sublime, that we should be thoroughly well-grounded in all the proofs that it is not the baseless fabric of an imaginary vision. The faith of very many professors is little more than a traditional one. They can, if asked, give no reason for the hope that is in them. This is not as it should be—God has not left himself without a witness, in the word he has given us. He has given us his signature, in the word of his grace, and it is both a disrespect to him, as well as a disparagement to our own reason—to disregard the evidences of Christianity as a divine revelation.
How satisfactory and delightful is it to see the New Jerusalem, the Paradise of God, the Heavenly City, with its foundations of precious stones, its streets of gold, its gates of pearl—standing out before us in all the light of Christian evidence. It is the conviction of its truth and reality, that quickens our desires, and enlarges our expectations. "No, no!" says the intelligent believer, who is in the pursuit and expectation of glory, honor, immortality, and eternal life, "I am not following cunningly devised fables; I am not gazing at, and chasing, a brilliant meteor of deception and delusion. I cannot be deceived. I have evidence not to be resisted, that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and the Savior of the world, who has abolished death, and brought life and immortality to light by the gospel. I feel that in the belief of this gospel my feet are standing, not upon a quicksand or a morass—but upon a rock!" "Being justified by faith, I have peace with God, through our Lord Jesus Christ, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God; and, knowing in whom I have believed, I am persuaded he is able to keep that which I have committed to him until that day." From that faith as a natural consequence, hope must spring up.
5. Connected with this is the too much-neglected duty of MEDITATION. "And this is a very great cause," says Jeremy Taylor, "of the dryness and expiration of men's devotion, because our souls are so little refreshed with the waters and dews of meditation. We draw our water from standing pools, which never are filled but with sudden showers, and therefore we are so often dry; whereas, if we would draw water from the fountains of our Savior, and derive them through the channels of diligent and prudent meditation, our devotion would be a continual current, and safe against the barrenness of continual droughts."
In this busy age men say they have no leisure time for this sacred duty of meditation. They should rather say they have no inclination. The world is ever encroaching upon the time of devotion—stealing away first the morning season, then the evening, and it is to be feared in many cases, a part of the Sabbath. There was a time when the professing Christian would have thought his soul robbed of its treasure, if he could not be alone with God and his Bible in his closet, in "the sweet hour of devotion." If no other time could be commanded for thoughtful reflection, how many of these hours of each Sabbath might be employed for this, which are now spent in idleness over the table or round the fire. Ought there not to be times when every Christian should not only pray—but think, meditate, and contemplate? when he should look up, look in, look back, look forward? Can our souls be in a good condition, if we never, or rarely, practice this duty? Is it possible our hope can be strengthened without it?
And in order to this invigoration, what should be the object of our contemplation? I answer—the heavenly state. Of course all divine subjects should be matters of devout thought—God, Christ, Salvation, Providence—indeed the whole range of divine truth in the Bible. But to inflame our desires after heaven, and to quicken our expectations of it, heaven itself should be the subject of meditation. Does the traveler, away from home, and going to it, need to be admonished to meditate upon his house, his wife, his family? Does the heir of a title and a large possession need to be exhorted to meditate upon his coming fortune? Yet the Christian, who is the heir of God and glory, can scarcely be induced to give an hour, at any time, to think of the heaven to which he is going. Oh, amazing insensibility! Humiliating earthly-mindedness! Professor, blush over your stupidity, and determine to give more time to the consideration of your glorious and eternal destiny. Now and then select, and devoutly read, all the passages of Scripture which speak of heaven, especially 1 Cor. 15; 2 Cor. 5:1-4; 1 Thes. 4; 1 Peter, 1:1-7; 2 Peter 3; Rev. 4, 5, 7, 11, 12. To this telescope apply the eye of faith, and look up into heaven; bring its glory nearer, and endeavor to realize its stupendous felicities.
And as another means of increasing your desire after heaven, meditate also upon your own state, and the real condition of the globe on which you dwell. Enkindle, raise, and strengthen your longing after heaven, by a deep sense of the various, numerous, and complicated evils of earth. Think of yourselves—your ignorance, corruption, and sorrow; your distrust, unbelief, and waywardness; your anxious cares, foreboding fears, and distressing perplexities; your privations, losses, and disappointments; your personal and relative afflictions; your wearisome labor and ceaseless toil—and should not the experience of these things make you desire that better world, where all this will be removed forever? Is not this the way to improve your present circumstances—by making them the means of lifting you up, and helping you on to heaven? This is to gather grapes from thorns, and figs from thistles.
In the same way let the condition of the world, without, around, and before you—invigorate your expectations, and increase your desires of heaven. I will admit that the face of nature is lovely, and that we live in a beautiful world. Yes—we are surrounded with fascinations, where "only man is vile." But behind and beneath that veil of material splendor, what a mass of moral corruption lies half manifested and half concealed. Earth is inhabited by a population of which, until subdued by divine grace, every one is an enemy and a rebel against God. Think of the loathsome crimes of idolatry; the delusions of Mohammedanism; the stubborn unbelief of Judaism; the corruptions of Popery; the blasphemies of infidelity; the bloody wars; the cruel oppressions of slavery; the tyranny of despots; the conspiracies of traitors; the filthy adulteries; the horrid murders; the multitudes to whom the apostle's awful description in the first chapter of the Romans will apply.
Then add to these crimes, the various and complicated forms of human wretchedness that are to be found on earth—the inconceivable horrors of famine, pestilence, and earthquake; the hundreds of loathsome and agonizing diseases and accidents to which the human frame is subject; the rigors of poverty; the hearts bruised, broken, crushed by ingratitude, marital infidelity, filial disobedience, disappointed hopes, defeated schemes. Nor is this all—our world is the domain of death; the slaughterhouse of the saints; the territory of Satan; and at times, apparently the very suburbs of hell. Such is this world—a valley of tears, where "the whole creation groans and travails in pain together until now." What a black and dreadful contrast to heaven. Surely, surely, there is infinitely more than enough, in the contemplation of such a picture—to wean us from earth, and lead us to set our hope upon heaven.
Nor must we stop here; for if we come from the world to the church, we shall find abundant matter to cause us to lift up our longing eyes to the state—"Where all the air is love—and all the region peace."
"I am," said a Christian man, "almost as weary of the church as I am of the world." No wonder. Look at her broken unity; her blighted peace; her enfeebled strength; her tarnished beauty; her prostrate honors. See her various sects—and their bitter sectarianism. Hear her angry controversies, and her strife. Notice the ignorance or indolence, the inconsistencies and falls of many of her ministers, and the imperfections of all her members. How partially sanctified, how wrinkled and how blemished does she appear! Alas, how unlike the beautiful vision of the New Jerusalem in the apocalypse, coming down out of heaven, having the glory of God, and adorned as a bride prepared for her husband. Is there not sufficient in all this, did we but consider it, to quicken our desires and strengthen our expectations of the church triumphant—when she shall be seen without blemish, wrinkle, spot, or any such thing?
6. Gurnall pithily and pointedly says, "Would you have your hope strong, keep your CONSCIENCE clear. You can not defile your conscience—without weakening your hope. Living godly in this present world, and looking for the blessed hope, are both conjoined. A soul wholly void of godliness must needs be destitute of all true hope; and the godly person that is loose and careless in his holy walking, will soon find his hope languishing. All sin is 'anguish food'; it disposes the soul which tampers with it, to trembling fears, and shakings of heart." This is as important and impressive as it is quaint and true. The man who can expect heaven, and sin at the same time, is in the last stage of delusion. Even the little imperfections of the real Christian—which are not incompatible with a state of grace—if not resisted, mortified, and removed—will rise like a mist to dim the luster of heaven's glorious sun. While presumptuous, deliberate transgression will throw it into total eclipse. Keep conscience then, as clear as the noontide.
7. The way to have hope strengthened, is to keep it in constant EXERCISE. Bodily strength is thus increased by exercise. Indolence and inactivity, when indulged as a habit, and not used for repose after labor, and for recovering from fatigue—enervates the muscular frame—while well regulated exertion invigorates the body. So it is with the soul, both as regards its natural faculties and moral powers. One act prompts another; and 'acts repeated' settle into habits. The way to have stronger faith, is to exercise what we have; and so it is with regard to its sister grace, hope. Christian, if it is desirable to have a stronger desire, a more confident expectation, of eternal glory—let not what you have lie dormant in your soul, like some old recipe for health in your drawer, which is never read and never used—but call it out into real continuous application.
Never, if possible, let a day pass without at least one steady glance at the heavenly skies. Let not earth have such a complete ascendancy over your soul, over all its thoughts, feelings, desires, and pursuits—as to engross one whole day to itself. Even in the hurry, and eagerness, and heat of the battle of life, and the absorbing power of business—endeavor to lower the feverish pulse of worldliness by a frequent thought of glory to come. Even when pressed with secular anxieties, and panting in the career of commercial competition, dart one thought into eternity; catch one glimpse of those treasures laid up in heaven. Go forth each day to your industry with a devout recollection that you are also to trade for another world, to lay up treasures in heaven, and are to grow wealthy in the unsearchable riches of Christ.
When tempted to dishonest or dishonorable gain, think of heaven. When disappointed, think of heaven. When called to suffer losses, think of heaven. When injured and oppressed, think of heaven. And then, when returning from the strife of competition to your own habitation, weary and worn with labor, dispirited and discouraged by an unsuccessful day, and this to be followed by a restless and sleepless night, think of heaven. In all other troubles and perplexities adopt this same practice. Yes, and in your more prosperous seasons do the same. You should make this practice run like a golden thread through all your states of mind, in all the varying circumstances of life, uniting all in one holy habit of heavenly-mindedness, until by daily exercise, to hope becomes as natural and as easy to you as to live.
8. But all this is not enough without believing, earnest, and persevering PRAYER. This is the way the apostle took to help the saints of his day to obtain this precious blessing. "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." He who would have a life of hope, must live a life of prayer. If hope is the ladder by which we ascend to heaven, prayer is the ladder by which we ascend to hope. In conversion God implants the seed of this grace of hope; in sanctification he causes it to grow; in full assurance he brings it out in all its full-blown beauty and fragrance. It is all his work. But then he will not do it, if he is not asked to do it. We cannot have it without his grace, and he will not give his grace but in answer to our prayers.
In a way of sovereign mercy he often bestows the grace of conversion unasked, and is thus "found by those who sought him not." But in subsequent blessings, the Lord seems very much to regulate his conduct by the rule of bestowing his richest favors where he knows they are most coveted, and will be most prized. The principle whence divine blessings flow, is free, unmerited benignity. But in the mode of bestowing its fruits, it is worthy of the Supreme Ruler to consult his majesty, by withholding a copious supply until he has excited in the heart a profound estimation of his gifts. Now surely the least consideration must convince you of the infinite desirableness of such a blessing as a living, vigorous, and assured expectation of heaven—and of the imperative necessity of intensely earnest prayer to obtain it.
Oh! Christian, let there be ineffable longings after this great blessing; stretch every sail, launch forth into the deep of the divine perfections and promises, by importunate prayer—that you may be brought into this holy, happy, expecting frame. Give yourself to prayer—feel as if you must have the blessing, and that God alone can give it. Set your heart upon it. Be contented with nothing less than a full assurance. Use a reverent freedom, a humble familiarity with God. Tell him that you cannot do without this confident expectation of things hoped for; that it is not only heaven hereafter, you want—but hope of it now. And let it be the prayer of faith, as well as of fervency. This is one of the blessings he has promised to give. It must accord with his will to bestow it. He will answer if you have faith, the very letter of your request. It honors him to bestow it; it honors him to be asked to bestow it, and it honors him to expect it. He loves to see his children rejoicing in hope, and he loves to hear them ask to be enabled to do so. By all the comfort this would bring to yourselves; by all the credit it would give to true religion; by all the beneficial influence it would exert on others—I entreat you to seek after a livelier expectation of a glorious immortality, and to cultivate a spirit of fervent and believing prayer, in order to obtain it.
And now, pious reader, in finishing this volume, I would say that if it shall contribute in any degree to the removal of your doubts and fears, and to the strengthening of your faith and hope—my end in writing it will be accomplished. However much it is below its great theme, and even vastly mightier minds than mine, must of necessity fall below such a subject, it may, by God's blessing, be of some little service to the members of God's chosen and redeemed family. No one can be more sensible than I am of its defects, and had another pen undertaken the task, mine would not have been taken up. Still, with all its defects, I can adopt the language of the pious Bishop Horne, in the preface to his Exposition of the Psalms, "Could the author flatter himself that any one would take half the pleasure in reading the following exposition, which he has taken in writing it, he would not fear the loss of his labor. Happier hours than those which have been spent on these meditations on the songs of Zion, he never expects to see in this world. Very pleasantly did they pass, and moved swiftly and smoothly along; for when thus engaged, he counted no time. They are gone—but have left a relish and a fragrance upon the mind, and the remembrance is sweet."
The end, at any rate, of my own life approaches—and so indeed does the end of the world—when hope with all mankind will cease, consummated with some in eternal fruition, and terminating with others in everlasting despair. Oh, what scenes of ineffable glory or of inconceivable horror are before us. How all that is glorious or terrible on earth, dwindles into insignificance before the scenes of eternity, which by the pen of inspiration are presented to our view. The advent of Christ, when he shall come a second time without sin unto salvation, is the grand object to which believers, under the Christian dispensation, should be looking forward, with a still livelier and more joyful expectation, than did the pious Israelites under Judaism, to his coming in the flesh.
"O Christians, let us wake up from our slumbers and rise from our prostration in the dust—and live as ever waiting for that hour. What matter though we be poor, slighted, slandered, forgotten, moving in the shadows of this world—so long as we attain unto a glorious resurrection. O most glad hour, when it shall dawn towards the first day of the everlasting week; when there shall be a making ready in the heavens above and in the earth beneath; when legions of angels shall gather round the Sun of Righteousness, and all orders and hosts of heaven shall know that the time for 'the manifestation of the sons of God' has come! What joy shall there be at that hour in the world unseen! and what a thrill, as of a penetrating light, shall run through the dust where the saints are sleeping! When was there such a day-spring since the time when 'God said, let there be light, and there was light'? He shall come, and all his shining ones; ten thousand times ten thousand, whose countenances are 'like lightning,' and their 'clothing white as snow;' all the heavenly court, angels, archangels, cherubim and seraphim—clad in unimaginable splendors; and the righteous shall arise from the grave, and the earth shall be lightened with their glory—they shall stretch forth their hands to meet Him, and bow themselves before the brightness of His coming. O blessed hour, after all the sorrows, and wrongs, and falsehoods, and darkness, and burdens of life—to see Him face to face; to be made sinless; to shine with an exceeding strength—to be as the light, in which there 'is no darkness at all!' May this be our hope, our chief toil, our almost only prayer!"

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Christian Hope (John Angell James, 1859) Part 19

HOPE IN DEATH

Proverbs 14:32

“The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous hath hope in his death.”

Death is a dreadful event. It is that monster, from the sight and touch of which, all sensible beings recoil with instinctive alarm and dread. Had death occurred but in one single instance, it would fill with surprise and horror all who beheld it. We can form no conception of the feelings of our first parents, when they saw the dead body of their murdered Abel, and for the first time understood the meaning of that word, death. By one of the boldest and most impressive personifications of Scripture imagery, death is called "The King of Terrors." "They are torn from the security of their tent, and they are brought down to the king of terrors." Job 18:14.
And who that has witnessed it or duly considered it, will say the metaphor is too strong? O most dreadful point, death—which is the end of time, and beginning of eternity! O most fearful instant, death—which ends the pre-determined term of life, and determines the business of our salvation—what things, and how many, and how vast are to take place in you! In the same instant, life is to finish, all our works are to be examined, and that state fixed which is to last through all eternity! Merciful God, prepare us by your grace for that event, so pregnant with eternal consequences.
"It is appointed unto man once to die." What is only to be once done, should be well done. If a person dies wrongly, it cannot be mended by dying well at another time. God gives some of our senses and our limbs by pairs, that if one be lost or injured, we might not be totally disabled—but of deaths he gives us but one; so that if that miscarry, all is lost, and we are ruined for eternity. Is it not a solemn and a fearful case, that the thing which most concerns us—which is to die—has neither trial, experience, nor remedy? We have but one life on earth, for which no previous existence can prepare us. We imprint our history as we write it action by action—but a bad life may be mended, through God's rich grace, so far at least, as to prevent its disastrous consequences—by a holy death.
But for a bad death, that is an impenitent and unbelieving death, there can be no remedy. The seal of eternity is set upon that. As the tree leans, so it falls; as it falls, so it lies; as it lies, so it rots. As our life leaves us, so death generally finds us; as death leaves us, so judgment finds us; and as judgment leaves us, so eternity will find us. Since, then, eternity depends upon death, death upon life, and life upon a brittle thread which at any moment may be snapped by accident, or cut through by sudden disease; let us all take up, with far more intelligence, seriousness and earnestness, than he did who first uttered it, the prayer of the hireling prophet, and say, "Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my latter end be like his."
I now turn to the very striking contrast presented in the passage which stands at the head of this section. Both the wicked and the righteous die. Even for the latter, there is no road to immortality around the grave—but only through it. No translation by chariots of fire is granted to them. They must be conformed to their Lord, not only in his life—but in his death. They must die in order that his power might be displayed in sustaining them in the prospect of dissolution, and in their glorious resurrection. His victory over Satan, who had the power of death, will thus be rendered more illustrious by the triumphant resurrection of the saints.
But how different the death of the saint and the sinner. The wicked is driven away in his wickedness. He would like to live—but he cannot. He does not want to die—but he must. He does not go away willingly—but is driven away. He is not led out—but is forced out. His hands grasp the earth, he clings to it—and with a wrench is forced to loosen his tenacious hold. Yes, he is dragged out of life, as a criminal—from his home to a place of execution. Cases have occurred in which hell seemed to have begun this side of eternity. The sinner has sometimes been tortured on the rack of his own horrified imagination, before he was slain by the sword of Divine justice. Blair, in his poem entitled "The Grave," has strikingly portrayed this:
"How shocking must your summons be, O Death!
To him that is at ease in his possessions;
Who, counting on long years of pleasure here,
Is quite unfurnished for that world to come.
In that dread moment, how the frantic soul
Raves round the wall of her clay tenement,
Runs to each avenue and shrieks for help—
But shrieks in vain! 'How wistfully she looks
On all she's leaving, now no longer hers.'
A little longer, yet a little longer,
Oh, might she stay, to wash away her stains,
And fit her for her passage—Mournful sight!
Her very eyes weep blood—and every groan
She heaves is big with horror—but the foe,
Like a staunch murderer, steady to his purpose,
Pursues her close through every lane of life,
Nor misses once the track—but presses on;
Until, forced at last to the tremendous verge,
At once she sinks to everlasting ruin.
Surely, it is a serious thing to die!"
Still we must admit that this is not always the case. Even wicked men sometimes die with apathy, petrified into stones by a stoical or atheistical philosophy, "there are no bands in their death, and their strength is firm." While others go still further, and through the power of ignorance and self-deception have a false peace. They may, and do sometimes, die like lambs—but only to wake with the rage, and fury, and misery of wounded snakes. Their case has been set forth in the section that speaks of the hope of the hypocrite.
But I now turn with delight to the bright and beautiful contrast, "The righteous has hope in his death." This is one of the few passages in the Old Testament which refer to a future state. "A splendid testimony of the knowledge of the Old Testament believers of a future life. The wicked in his calamity, is agitated with the greatest terror. He knows not where to turn. But the godly, in this last evil, has no fear, he knows to whom to flee, and where he is going. He dies in God's grace, and in an assured confidence of the salvation of his soul, and of the glorious resurrection of the body."
That same hope which sustained the Christian under the afflictions, and purified him amid the temptations and corruptions of life, follows him to the sorrows of death, and the pains of the grave. The same grand and glorious object which had excited his desires and raised his expectations in life, appears still more glorious as it is now near at hand. He rests upon the same foundation, and Christ is still his hope. He may be able, thankfully and even triumphantly, to say, with the apostle, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith; henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord the righteous Judge shall bestow upon me in that day." He does not leave the Savior's righteousness to trust his own. The labors, the sacrifices, the holy doings of a whole life, spent in the service of God—add nothing to the entireness and strength of his dependence upon Christ.
Never, no never, do the sins of his life appear more sinful, nor his righteousness more defective and worthless, to the believer, than when he is dying. Never does he appear less meritorious, less worthy—than when he views his character, his conduct, himself—in the light of an opening eternity. It is then, that with a deeper humiliation than ever, he cries, "God be merciful to me a sinner." It is then, that he strips off with a holy indignation the last rag and tatter of self-righteousness, and wraps himself more closely in the robe of Christ's righteousness. And he does hope. Yes. Even the near prospect of his naked soul standing in the immediate presence of a holy God, and with a clear view of all his past sins—does not deprive him of his hope. "I can die," he says; "I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded he is able to keep that which I have committed to him until that day."
Then, when all other hopes are extinguished, this remains. The worldling's expectations all die, not only with him—but before him. He sees one after another failing him. As regards his health, he struggles long against the evidence of increasing decay, and approaching death; until at length the last possibility of recovery vanishes, and he sullenly says, "Well, I feel I must die." In that sentiment is included the failure of all other expectations—his flattering prospects in life, his incipient prosperity, his cherished connections—all fade before his eye like some beautiful vision vanishing in thin air—and he has nothing left. Even the Christian is subject to all this; he too, sees every earthly hope about to expire in death. Yes—but as these stars of the night pale before him, they are lost in the blaze of the rising sin. His earthly expectations dissolve in the bright illumination of heaven's eternal day which already dawns upon his soul. To the question, "What do I have left—when wife, children, home, fortune, prospects, are taken from me?" he exultingly exclaims, "heaven and immortality!"
This makes him willing to go. He dies by his own consent. It is a glad surrender—not a forcible ejection. It is a voluntary departure—not an unwilling separation. The Christian mariner weighs anchor, sets the sails, catches the breeze, turns the helm and prow of his vessel towards the shore of eternity, and sails with an abundant entrance into the haven of eternal rest. He is not driven in, as by the force of the tempest, against his will, and half a wreck. He can take death by his cold hand without a shudder, and bid him welcome. "I can smile at death," said a dying saint, "because my Savior smiles on me." He finds it a solemn thing to die, to go from world to world, to plunge into eternity, to meet God face to face—but he can do it with composure, and, in many cases, with triumph. He descends to the dark valley with the triumphant challenge, "O death, where is your sting? O grave, where is your victory? Rejoice not against me, O my enemy, for though I fall, I shall arise; and however unworthy, I shall live and reign through our Lord Jesus Christ."
It is not an uncommon case for those whose hope was feeble all through life, to have it increased and strengthened in their dying moments. The hands that have hung down—have then been lifted up. The knees that were ever feeble—have been then strengthened. The harp, so often unstrung and hung upon the willows, has then been taken down, tuned afresh, and struck to the swan-like song of the dying saint, whose lips, until then, had uttered only strains of doubt and fear. It is marvelous to see in how many cases the timid and desponding have become bold, confident, and rejoicing in the very face of the last enemy, and under his uplifted arm, brandishing the fatal dart—which for anything they knew, would the next hour pierce them through. What an encouragement to the living, to anticipate that they shall be enabled to hope in death.
Go forward, you fearful believer, there is nothing so terrible to a Christian in death, as your perturbed imagination leads you to suppose. Like every other evil, death diminishes in appearance as you approach it. The Sun of Righteousness often shines vertically over the valley of death. The "excellent glory" sends out its beams into that gloomy pass, to allure the traveler onward. The lights are seen in the windows of his Father's house, and Christ will send out the ministering angels to convoy you to his presence; and, more than this—he himself will come to meet you. He has told you so. Believe him. Expect him. He says, "Fear not, I am with you." Respond to the gracious promise, and say, "I will fear no evil, though I walk through the valley, not only of the shadow of death—but the valley of death itself, if you are with me."
But is there no need of admonition, admonition, and rebuke, to many professing Christians on this subject? Is there not a "sinful love of life" to be overcome, and an equally "sinful dread of death"? Is there not a practical denial of their hope of immortality in the dread with which many, yes, most, look on to the hour of dissolution? Do not infidels and worldlings, with cutting irony, sometimes reproach us, and tell us that we do not believe in heaven, or we would be more willing to go to it. We belie our professions of faith and hope, and should have less love of life and fear of death. "If we believed," they say, "as you do, we would be impatient to die." We deserve the rebuke, and let us profit by it. How forcibly does John Howe expostulate with us, in reference to this unwillingness to die, in the last chapter of his transcendently glorious work, entitled "The Blessedness of the Righteous," a work which as a whole is one of the most sublime treatises in the English or any other language. And how earnestly does Baxter follow up the same subject in the words with which I will close this section.
"What was it that rejoiced you all your life, in your prayers, and sufferings, and labors? Was it not the hope of heaven? And was heaven the spring and motive of your obedience, and the comfort of your life? And yet will you pass into it with heaviness? And shall your approaches to it be your sorrows? Did you pray for that which you would not have? Have you labored for it, and denied yourself the pleasures of the world for it—and now are you afraid to enter in? Fear not, poor soul! Your Lord is there; your husband, and your head, and life is there, you have more there, a thousand-fold more, than you have here. Here you must leave poor mourning friends, that languish in their own infirmities, and troubled you as well as comforted you while you were with them—and that are hastening after you, and will shortly overtake you. And there you shall find the souls of all the blessed saints that have lived since the creation until this age. There all are unclothed of the rags of their mortality, and have laid by their frailties with their flesh—and are made up of holiness, and prepared for joy, and will be suitable companions for you in your joys.
"Why should you be afraid to go the way that all the saints have gone before you? Where there is one on earth, how many are there in heaven? And one of them is worth many of us. Are you better than Noah, and Abraham, and David? than Peter, and Paul, and all the saints? Or do you not love their names, and would you not be with them? Are you hesitant to leave your friends on earth? and have you not far better and more friends in heaven? Why then are you not as hesitant to stay apart from them? Suppose that I, and such as I, were the friends that you are hesitant to leave; what if we had died long before you? If it be our company that you love, you should then be willing to die, that you may be with us. And if so, why then should you not be more willing to die, and be with Christ, and all his holy ones, that are so much more excellent than we? Would you have our company? Go, then, willingly, to that place where you shall have it to everlasting; and be not so hesitant to go from here, where neither you nor we can stay. Had you rather travel with us, than dwell here with us? And rather here suffer with us, than reign in heaven with Christ and us?
"Oh! what a brutish thing is flesh! What an unreasonable thing is unbelief! Shall we believe, and fly from the end of our belief? Shall we hope, and be hesitant to enjoy our hopes? Shall we desire and pray, and be afraid of attaining our desires, and lest our prayer should be heard? Shall we spend our lives in labor and travel, and be afraid of coming to our journey's end? Do you love life—or do you not? If not, why are you afraid of death? If you do, why then are you hesitant to pass into everlasting life? You know there is no hope of immortality on earth. Hence you must pass, whether you will or not, as all your fathers have done before you. It is therefore in heaven, or nowhere, that endless life is to be had. If you can live here forever, do. Hope for it, if any have done so before you. Go to some man of a thousand years old, and ask him how he made shift to draw out his life so long. But if you know that every man walks here in a vain show, and that his life is a shadow, a dream, a vapor—and that all these things shall be dissolved, and the fashion of them passes away—is it not more reasonable that we should set our hearts on the place where there is hope of our continuance, than where there is none? And where we must live forever, than where we must be but for so short a time?
"Alas! poor darkened, troubled soul! Is the presence of Christ less desirable in your eyes than the presence of such sinful worms as we, whom you are hesitant to part with? Is it more grievous to you to be absent from us—than from your Lord? Is it more grievous to you to be absent from earth—than from heaven? Is it more grievous to you to be absent from sinners—than from blessed saints? Is it more grievous to you to be absent from trouble and frailty—than from glory? Have you anything here that you shall desire in heaven? Alas, that we should thus draw back from happiness, and follow Christ so heavily and sadly into life! But all this is owing to the enemies that now molest our peace. Indwelling sin, and a flattering world, and a brutish flesh, and interposing death—are our discouragements that drive us back. But all these enemies shall shortly be overcome!
"Fear not death, then, let it do its worst. It can give you but one deadly grasp that shall kill itself, and prove your life. It is as the wasp that leaves its sting behind, and can sting no more. It shall but snuff the candle of your life, and make it shine brighter when it seems to be put out. It is but an undressing, and a gentle sleep. That which you could not here attain by all our preaching, and all your prayers, and cares, and pains—you shall speedily attain by the help of death. It is but the messenger of your gracious Lord, and calls you to him—to the place that he has prepared for you!"

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Christian Hope (John Angell James, 1859) Part 18

THE HOPE OF THE HYPOCRITE
With what frequency and impressive solemnity is this subject referred to in Scripture, especially in the book of Job. The complicated sorrows of the suffering patriarch were bitterly aggravated by the suspicions, accusations, and reproaches of his sadly mistaken friends. Adopting the false principle that character is manifested by providential dealings—they interpreted his afflictive condition as a punishment for his sins, and a revelation of his hypocrisy. Hence the application to him of such language as the following–
"The hypocrite's hope shall perish."—Job 8:13
"A hypocrite shall not come before him."—Job 13:16
"The congregation of hypocrites shall be desolate."—Job 15:34
"The joy of the hypocrite is but for a moment."—Job 20:5
"What is the hope of a hypocrite, though he has gained, when God takes away his soul."—Job 27:8.
These passages contain a dreadful truth—but they did not apply to Job!
A hypocrite is the most odious of all characters on earth, and a character that has always been found upon earth. There are hypocrites in all departments of human action, in politics, in friendship, in business, in morals, and alas in Christianity also. "Wherever there is genuine coin, it will be likely to be counterfeited; and the fact of a counterfeit is always a tribute to the intrinsic worth of the coin—for who would be at the pains to counterfeit what is worthless?"
It is the greatest madness in the world, as well as wickedness in the world—to be a hypocrite in religious profession. The worldling hates him for being a Christian even in appearance; God hates him doubly, because he is a Christian only in appearance. He has thus the detestation of both, and no comfort in himself. "Yet, if you will not be good as you seem," says Bishop Hall, "I hold it better to seem bad as you are. An openly wicked man does much hurt with notorious sins—but a hypocrite does at last more harm by seeming good. I would rather be an open wicked man than a hypocrite—but I would rather be no man, than either of them." The same good Prelate, in a sermon which he preached before the King's court—a sermon which has more of awful denunciation against sin, and threatenings against sinners, and descriptions of eternal torment, than the plainest Methodist preacher would now like to deliver—has the following quaint remarks, "He who has only the form of godliness is a hypocrite—he who has not even a form is an atheist. I know not whether I should sever these two—both are human devils—a hypocrite is a masked devil; an atheist is a devil unmasked. Which of them, without repentance, shall be deeper in the hell they shall both hereafter feel, I determine not." (This is but a specimen, and a slight one too, of the language which even in those corrupt days was addressed by Episcopal lips to Courtly ears. In reading the sermons which in those days were delivered both by the serious Episcopal preachers, as well as by Nonconformists, I am astonished at their plainness, their earnestness, and their fearlessness. Who can read their discourses, without feeling how much the modern pulpit is inferior, in intense earnestness, to the preachers of those times. It may be they erred on the side of coarse descriptions of the consequences of sin, and the punishment of sinners—but we err as much on the side of a false refinement, and are almost afraid to mention hell to polite ears.)
Hypocrisy, in its generic sense, means pretending to true religion, while there is none—keeping up the semblance without the reality. But there are TWO CLASSES OF HYPOCRITES—or, at any rate, two degrees of hypocrisy.
1. Those who, though they profess to be religious, know they are not, and who have assumed the profession for some worldly advantage they expect to gain by it, either in the way of profit or applause. They are intentional deceivers, and are conscious of the deception they are practicing. These are, in the fullest sense of the word, hypocrites. It is to these our Lord alludes, with so much indignation, in his ministry. This is the most disgusting and loathsome species of hypocrisy.
2. The other kind are the formal, refined, and unintentional hypocrites; that is, the men who have but the semblance of true religion, yet ignorantly mistake it for the substance. "Now both these agree in this, that they are deceivers, for deceit is the formal constituent element of hypocrisy—but their difference lies in this, that the one purposely deceives others—the other unintentionally deceives himself; the one resolvedly goes towards hell—the other sets out for heaven, but carelessly mistakes the way; one is a mere shadow—the other is a rotten substance."
The first is a much rarer character than the other. It is only now and then we meet with hypocrisy in its intentional and grosser form—but on every hand crowds are to be found who are self-deceived. Our cities, towns, and villages, are, to a considerable extent, peopled with them; and they abound even in our churches. Self-deception was not unknown in our Lord's time, and under his ministry. Even when a cross stood in the way of a Christian profession, and in order to become a professor a man must take it up and bear it onward, under these circumstances self-deception was frequent. "Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles?' Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!'" Matthew 7:21-23. This is really one of the most alarming passages of Holy Writ, as showing how far people may go in self-deception, and how perseveringly they may continue in it—even to death, and through it, up to the very judgment seat of Christ!
When persecution raged, and it might have been supposed no one could impose upon himself by a mere form of godliness without the power, and nothing short of real conversion by divine grace could lead anyone to take up the Christian name—even then, this modified hypocrisy prevailed, and unsound profession was common. How much more common might it be supposed to be now, when we sit under our vine and fig tree, none daring to harm us—when it adds to, rather than detracts from, our respectability—when it calls for so little self-denial and self-sacrifice. I am truly alarmed and terrified at the thought of this state of things, when multitudes are going down to the pit with a lie in their right hand—floating to perdition on the stream of delusion!
Hypocrites may have, and really have, their hopes—even the grosser class of them. They misunderstand the holy and righteous character of God, and endeavor to persuade themselves he is too merciful to destroy any of his creatures. They misapprehend the nature of sin in general, and have light views of their own. They find out all extenuating circumstances of their sins, and persuade themselves that there is a kind of necessity for their seeming to be religious, combined with an impossibility of their being actually so. Then in order to defend themselves from the accusations of their conscience, they will be often bribing and endeavoring to pacify it with some specious outward performances. When this will not do, they will contrive to shelter themselves under the pretext that there is a little hypocrisy in those who are considered real Christians, since none of them quite live up to their profession.
If this is insufficient, they will found their hopes upon the principles of infidelity, and believe that all true religion is a sham, and that they shall do as well in the next world, after serving themselves by a pretended religion in this world—as those who are sincere. Especially will they lay hold of the failings of strict professors, and bolster up their expectations by saying, If these do much in the way of sin, they may do much more, and get to heaven at last. Hypocrites will often keep up their hope by comparing themselves with others who are openly vicious, and apparently worse than they are; and think themselves religious, not from any goodness of their own—but from the badness of others. "They raise a structure of reputed holiness, and therefore of hope—upon the deplorable ruins of other men's character. This was the chief ground of the Pharisee's hope—he was not as other men, an adulterer, covetous, swearer, or the like. There are many paths to perdition in the broad way, some of which are more cleanly and some more foul, yet they all lead to the same end. And they shall as certainly arrive at hell, who tread the cleanlier paths of a refined hypocrisy, as those who track through the mire and dirt of the grossest abominations."
But how shall we account for the false hope of the other class of hypocrites, the unintentional ones? In much the same way as in the preceding case, with some additional causes. Ignorance of the nature of true religion; setting up false standards of personal godliness, such as church relationship, and an orthodox creed; depending upon the opinions of others concerning their state, rather than the testimony of their own conscience; mistaking a mere excitement of the emotions for real conversion; relying upon a public profession as an evidence of the possession of divine grace in the soul; comparing themselves with the great bulk of professors, and concluding that they are as good, and shall do as well, as they; and especially the neglect of close, anxious, serious, and deep examination of their own state.
Self-deception begins in ignorance, and is continued by the lack of self-examination. A man must dive into his own heart, if he would know his state; he must take the candle of the Lord, which is the word of God, and go down into the depths of his own soul, and search every corner—just as he would his cellar, in which he feared was concealed a thief, a murderer, or a kindling fire. No wonder so many are deceiving themselves, when they are so fearfully neglectful of this duty of "testing their own selves." It were almost to be desired that in addition to the silent admonition of Scripture, and the earnest exhortations from the pulpit, the sound would break in thunder from the skies, "Examine yourselves, whether you be in the faith," and that the voice of the archangel, and the trumpet of God, which are to usher in the day of judgment, would awaken the slumbering multitude with those words—"Be not deceived, God is not mocked!" Ordinary methods lamentably fail. Under the most searching ministry, the most alarming sermons, and the most discriminating marks of sincerity laid down—a fatal delusion sends multitudes to perdition.
But this hope of the hypocrite shall perish. It sometimes dies out in life, and the deceived man sinks down into a comfortless creature, without a beam of joy, or a feeling of peace. It was never more than a dim spark—and now in some great affliction, or sudden calamity, that expires, and leaves him in rayless night. He finds out his delusion and sees that his were but the groundless expectations of an unconverted man. The world fails him, and his hope has vanished under the ruins of his fortune. He realizes now the force of Bildad's cutting interrogation—"Can papyrus reeds grow where there is no marsh? Can bulrushes flourish where there is no water? While they are still flowering, not ready to be cut, they begin to wither. Such is the fate of all who forget God. The hope of the hypocrite comes to nothing. Everything they count on will collapse. They are leaning on a spiderweb. They cling to their home for security, but it won't last. They try to hold it fast, but it will not endure." Job 8:11-15. Or under some heart-searching sermon, or awakening book, his false hopes fall from around him—and the dreadful secret of his unchanged heart, is revealed to him.
Many carry on the delusion to their death-bed. The last enemy often comes to shatter with dreadful power the vain confidences of hypocritical professors. All his fond expectations then upbraid him to his face; Satan, his greatest flatterer, shall then laugh him to scorn; death shall confute all his confidences, and the dawning lights of eternity convince him that his hopes of heaven were groundless and irrational.
Many, however are not awakened even by the harsh voice of the king of terrors, from the dream of a false profession. They pass through the dark valley, with the delusive light of a lamp of their own kindling—but which, the next moment, is quenched in the darkness of eternal night. The hope of the hypocrite then perishes—in the day when God takes away his soul.
Few things are more tormenting to a man than the feelings of a disappointment, and it is the climax of all misery, the most venomous of all—poison of the spirit, when to these are added the torments of self-reproach. How dreadful will be the disappointment and remorse of the hypocrite, when death, which closes his eyes to all the scenes of earth, shall open them to those of the bottomless pit!
Oh, think of a man who has been long away from his pleasant home, his wife and children, enduring all kinds of hardships, of bad weather, rough roads, uncomfortable inns, great fear of dangers, and much unkind treatment—but who solaces himself all the while with sweet thoughts of his arrival at his own house, and the bosom of his family—but who, as soon as he reaches the threshold of his dwelling, is seized, put in chains, and immured for life in a dark dungeon—what horror, and surprise, and overwhelming disappointment seize and hold him! But what is this to the horror and surprise of him who, when he expects to arise from the bed of death, to the felicities of heaven, sinks from it to the miseries of hell. In the case of the traveler just mentioned, if he be a Christian, he carries to his dungeon the hope of immortality, and knows that however bitter his disappointment, and however long his confinement, he shall rise at last from that dismal state, to a glorious eternity, made more glorious at length, by contrast with his previous one.
But the hope of the hypocrite makes his eternity more miserable, by its contrast with the expectations he had until then indulged. How terrible is the language of Dr. South, "Former happiness is the greatest ingredient of present misery. It would be some relief to a condemned sinner, if with the loss of his hope, he could lose his memory too—but alas, when he shall lie down in sorrow and torment, this will recall to his mind all that peace, comfort, and tranquility, that his false hopes formerly fed him with. No voice will be heard in hell so loud and frequent as this sad and doleful one. 'My hopes deceived me, my confidence deluded me.' Nothing so comfortable as hope crowned with fruition; nothing so tormenting as hopes snapped off with disappointment and frustration. And were it lawful to wish an enemy completely miserable, I would wish that he might have strong hopes—which he never obtains. Now from what has been determined, I think we may truly conclude, that of the two, the despairing reprobate is happier than the hoping reprobate. They both indeed, fall equally low—but then he who hopes has the greater fall, because he falls from the highest place. He who despairs goes to hell—but then he goes there with expectation; though he is condemned, he is not surprised; he has inured his heart to the flames, and has made those terrors familiar to him, by the continual horrors of his meditation; so that when he dies, he passes but from one hell to another, and his actual condemnation is not the beginning—but the carrying on of his former torment. In short, to express the wretchedness of the hypocrite's hope, I shall only add this—certainly that must needs be exceeding dismal, in comparison of which despair is desirable."
These are awful words, and should send an alarm to every heart, and exert an awakening power ever every conscience. Under any circumstances that will be a solemn moment, when God takes away our soul, even though he take it to heaven.
"In vain our fancy strives to paint,
The moment after death!"
What a conviction will that be, when the disembodied spirit says, "I am in eternity." Oh, the felicity, the rapture, of being able to add, "I am safe, I am in heaven!" It would seem as if the soul would sink under the far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory which will then come upon it, surround it, absorb it. But oh, the dreadful reverse! The indescribable, overwhelming astonishment, consternation, and horror of the hypocrite, who wakes up amid the scenes of the bottomless pit—it is not for language to set forth nor imagination to conceive the torment that will in a moment come over the miserable soul, whose first words in eternity will be, "I am lost, lost, lost, forever—I am in hell." It is not only happiness that will then expire—but hope. The wretched spirit will look through the vista of millions of ages, and see no glimmering spark of this to relieve its present sense of unutterable woe. It will then fully realize the terrible import of the words of Milton:
"Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell; hope never comes,
That comes to all—but torture without end."
May these words have their due effect upon us all. May they lead us to ask in deep solemnity, "Is mine the hope of the hypocrite? A hope that will thus 'make me ashamed,' or is it 'a good hope through grace'? Am I one of the many victims of self-deception, or am I an Israelite indeed? Is my profession a lie or a truth?" Oh, consider, it is eternity that is at stake upon this question. It is heaven or hell that depends upon it. What a motive to examination; close, anxious, honest examination; how earnest, prayerful, solicitous we should be; not to persuade ourselves that we are true Christians—but to see if we are. Let us all, under the influence of these thoughts, carry to God the prayer of the Psalmist, "Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my thoughts—and see if there be any wicked way in me—and lead me in the way everlasting."

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Christian Hope (John Angell James, 1859) Part 17

HOPE ONLY IN THIS LIFE

1 Corinthians 15:19

“If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.”

This passage has been, to some pious people, a source of perplexity as seeming to suggest the idea that all the happiness which Christianity brings to people, belongs to the eternal world—and that if this hope fails us, the life of the infidel and the worldling is to be preferred to that of the believer. This is contrary to the views and feelings of all true Christians—for they are ever ready to acknowledge that, even should Christianity be a fable and there were no heaven to come, they have found more true peace of mind and felicity in a life of piety—than they once did, or ever could, in a life of sin. This is very true, and the passage does not intend to assert that there is no real happiness in the present practice of piety. The apostle teaches in another place, that "Godliness is profitable for all things, having the promise of the life that now is, as well as of that which is to come"—and millions have found it so!
Paul therefore does not mean, in this passage, to contradict the testimony of Solomon, "That wisdom's ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace." There is a pure and solid happiness in piety, compared with which the pleasures of sin are as muddy streams, compared to the water of the clear flowing spring. So that even if there were no future state, there is more pleasure in the way of holiness, than of transgression.
Some have supposed the apostle alludes exclusively to himself and his fellow-laborers in the cause of Christ, whose life was one constant and dreadful martyrdom. And truly, apart from the hope of immortality, and the final possession of eternal glory—they were the most miserable of men, especially when to their sufferings we add the self-reproach and agonies of conscience they must have sometimes endured, under the consciousness, if Christ did not rise, of being false witnesses for God, in testifying his resurrection. They must, in that case, have been not only the greatest of sufferers—but the basest of criminals. But though in a 'special manner' it was applicable to them, and to all others who have drank to its dregs the bitter cup of persecution, this passage does not apply exclusively to them. That there was a special and primary reference to them is, I think, evident from what Paul said in his former epistle—chap. 4:9-14. And from his mention of his own case, in the 31st and 32nd verses of this chapter.
But still there is also a general principle contained in this passage—and that is, that the chief happiness of the Christian is to be waited for—in faith and hope—and is to come in the eternal world. It is of great importance to bear this constantly in remembrance, as it would check that too great eagerness after amusement, and that impatience under self-denial, which are manifested by many professing Christians. We are not so much to seek for perfect happiness here in this present world—as to prepare for perfect happiness hereafter. There can be no doubt that the Christian life, whatever felicity it yields, and much it does yield—is, notwithstanding, a constant state of self denial. We are to "mortify our members which are upon earth," and to "crucify the flesh with the affections and lusts thereof." There are many sources of enjoyment forbidden to the children of light, to which the children of this world repair without scruple or reluctance. Christians see the joyous countenances of the lovers of pleasure, and hear their merry voices, and feel sometimes a sense of sacrifice in retiring from the forbidden fruit. They are often called to take up a 'cross'—while others grasp a 'garland of delight'.
That man knows not his own heart, or has forgotten its history and its occasional yearnings, who denies that he has never felt the motions of the flesh, after some of the purest of the works of the flesh. What is it that enables the believer to carry on this life of sacrifice—and to separate himself from gaieties and delights which others enjoy? To retire, and sometimes to retire amid the anger, ridicule, and persecution of his friends and companions? To be laughed at as a puritan, precisionist, or hypocrite? The hope of eternal life! He deems many things which those around him approve, to be contrary to his expectations of eternal glory. Take from him this hope therefore—and he is in some respects a pitiable man. In proportion to the elevation of our hopes, are we to be commiserated for their final disappointment. And no one has such hopes as the Christian—so high, so vast, so sublime. Is it not a deplorable condition to be in—to embrace a cross, to become ridiculously peculiar, obnoxious to many, and often to be disturbed in ourselves—by the chase of a bubble, and in contemplation of a vision?
It does not, follow however, we again say, that Christians would be in fact more unhappy than other men, if there should be no future reward. For even then their expectations of it, and the consolation they have thence derived—would counterbalance their peculiar trials, self-denials, and hardships. No! No! The apostle did not intend to teach that apart from a future world, a man would be more happy in vice than in virtue. In the love of God, in purity of life, in the means of grace, in the fellowship of the saints—he has far more real happiness than the sinner has in his evil courses. The apostle does not refer so much to their personal feelings—as to their final condition and their hopes.
At the same time we would most emphatically remark, that the Scriptures do not represent as the only or chief motive to good conduct—that virtue is its own reward. It is so, we know, as we all must have experienced who have practiced it. But this is too much opposed in some cases to the temporal interests of mankind, and therefore too feeble a motive for promoting its practice with the generality of men. Mr. Hall has most correctly, as well as most eloquently argued that "the system of infidelity is not only incapable of arming virtue for great and trying occasions—but leaves it unsupported in the most ordinary occurrences. In vain will its advocates expatiate on the tranquility and pleasure attendant on a virtuous course; for though you may remind the offender that in disregarding them he has violated his nature, and that a conduct consistent with them is productive of much internal satisfaction; yet if he replies that his taste is of a different sort, that there are other gratifications which he values more, and that every man must choose his own pleasures, the argument is at an end.
"Rewards and punishments assigned by infinite power, afford a palpable and pressing motive, which can never be neglected without renouncing the character of a rational creature—but tastes and relishes are not to be prescribed.

"As the present world is to infidelity the only place of recompense, whenever the practice of virtue fails to promise the greatest sum of present good; cases which often occur in reality, and much oftener in appearance; a deviation from rectitude becomes the part of wisdom; and should the path of virtue, in addition to this, be obstructed by disgrace, torment, or death—to persevere would be madness and folly, and a violation of the great and most essential law of nature. Virtue being on these principles in numberless instances at war with self-preservation, never can, or ought to become, a fixed habit of the mind."

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Christian Hope (John Angell James, 1859) Part 16

THE HARMONY BETWEEN HOPE AND FEAR
All the affections of the soul have their opposites—as love and hatred; joy and grief; hope and fear. These, though seemingly antagonistic, can be shown to work harmoniously, and sometimes, as in the case before us, to accomplish the same object. There are many passages, as this treatise proves, in which the believer is called upon to hope, to hope perfectly, to have the full assurance of hope—and yet as many in which he is as earnestly called upon to fear. To say nothing of the texts of the Old Testament, which was a system of bondage and fear, there are many to the same effect in the New Testament, under which we have "not received the spirit of bondage again to fear—but the spirit of power, of love, and of a sound mind." "Work out your salvation," said the apostle, "with fear and trembling." "Let us fear, lest a promise being left us of entering into his rest, any of you should seem to come short of it." "Pass the time of your sojourning here in fear." Very many others might be selected—but these will suffice to show that fear, as well as hope, is a Christian grace, and a grace to be exercised not only by the unconverted—but the converted man; not only by the man without hope—but by the man who has hope.
Now as these two are antagonistic in their nature, how can they be exercised by the same individual, in reference to the same object? Does not perfect hope, as well as perfect love—cast out fear? Certainly. But then it must be perfect love in one case, and perfect hope in the other. "God has wisely ordained that these two opposite principles of love and fear should rise and fall like the two opposite scales of a balance, when one rises the other sinks. Light and darkness unavoidably succeed each other. If light increases—so much does darkness cease, and no more. And if light diminishes—so much does darkness prevail. So it is in the heart of a child of God; if divine love decays, and falls asleep—the light and joy of hope go out, and dark fear arises. And if, on the contrary, divine love prevails and comes into lively exercise—this brings in the brightness of hope, and drives away black fear before it." (Jonathan Edwards)
Another of our old divines represents the matter thus—"Fear and hope in the soul of a Christian are like the cork and lead to a net; the cork keeps it from sinking, and the lead keeps it from too much floating. So it is here, fear keeps hope from degenerating into presumption—and hope keeps fear from sinking into despair. If you detach fear from hope—the soul will be lazy; and if you detach hope from fear—the soul will sink into despondency. Therefore there must be fear with true hope." (Bates, vol. 3, page 185)
Let us, however, examine this a little further. Can any hope, however strong and assured, altogether exclude fear? Certainly not. And the greater the object, the greater will be the liability to fear. To be totally without fear is the condition of 'possession and fruition'. A man in the pursuit of an earthly object, however confident he may be of ultimately possessing it, must admit, theoretically, at least, the possibility, if not the probability, of his losing it. The thought must, and does, occasionally cross his mind, that after all he may be disappointed, and the consequences of disappointment must be at the same time present to his thoughts. This fear may be, and is, far less than his hopes; it may not materially lessen the assurance of his mind that he shall succeed—but it is there, and it is useful to him—for it keeps him in action—it sustains as well as prompts exertion.
So is it in the divine life. As long as heaven is an 'object of hope', and not the 'subject of possession'—there must be some degree of fear mingled with it. And this proves that even the full assurance of hope does not mean, as we have shown, a man's being as certain of reaching heaven at last, as if he were already in it. The Christian hope, like the Christian love, when it is perfect, does exclude fear. But what fear? That fear which has torment—the servile spirit of bondage, which, like a specter, is ever haunting and terrifying the imagination, filling the soul with such trembling forebodings of wrath to come, as prevents all joy and peace in believing. This is the fear which both love and hope shut out, and keep out from the soul; a fear that is ever trembling under an apprehension of an angry God and a coming hell; a fear that upon every fresh discovery of sin, and every fresh sense of guilt, is thrown into despondency and wrapped in darkness; a fear that, under every new sight of our spiritual enemies, difficulties and dangers, and every new consciousness of our own weakness, sinks into a paroxysm of despairing helplessness; a fear that turns the soul more frequently to the threatenings of God's Word than to his promises; that is more frequently at Sinai than at Calvary, and is more apt to dwell upon the torments of hell than the felicities of heaven.
Such a fear is the spirit of bondage, which is decidedly opposed to the spirit of adoption, and shows that the soul is not yet brought into the liberty with which Christ makes his people free. This fear which has torment—hope casts out. But a fear that produces reverence and caution, that makes its subject watchful against sin, and, in a modified and chastened sense, afraid of coming short of the heavenly felicity—hope does not cast out. In fact, the more hope there is, the more of this godly fear, there will be.
How closely and how beautifully are these two affections united by the Psalmist—"The Lord takes pleasure in those who fear him—in those who hope in his mercy." Holy fear and confident hope therefore may not only exist together—but must exist together. This striking passage, in which these two affections are so balanced, we should all have as a frontlet before our eyes, and engraved, as upon the palms of our hands. Satan, so skillful in the art of temptation, and so successful in the business of destruction—has machinations adapted to all constitutions and cases And while he tempts the fearful to despair—endeavors to seduce the confident to presumption, careless security, unwatchfulness, and sin. He never so glories in his triumphs, as when he can make their very expectation of heaven, by its inflating them with some degree of spiritual pride, the occasion of their fall. Holy fear will be to our joy, what the cooling influence of water is to the heated iron—that which prevents it from firing the whole, by the rapidity of its motion and the intensity of its friction.
We see, then, what is the Christian's true temper of mind. There should be a prevailing, sustaining, assured hope of eternal life—such as is attended with no serious, perplexing, much less tormenting doubt of its final possession—and such as shall enable the believer to go on his way rejoicing. Yet this, attended with so much fear of falling short, as while it does not materially interfere with his strong consolation—shall keep him watchful, diligent, and prayerful. Thus hope and fear, like the two angels that led Lot from Sodom to Zoar, shall conduct the Christian from the city of destruction—to the celestial city!
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