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2. THE JOY OF THE LORD
"The joy of the Lord is your strength." Neh. viii:10.
There is no more pointed difference between Christianity and all other
religions than the element of joyfulness.
The natural countenance of heathenism is gloomy, and often profoundly sad.
The true expression of a consecrated face is radiance and gladness. True, this
is not always realized as it ought to be, but when the Holy Spirit shines in the
consecrated heart, the face will reflect its glory, and, like Stephen's, be
often like the face of an angel. The reporter of a weekly paper once remarked as
he described the services of one of our happy conventions, "one thing that
characterized all the faces was their wondrous joyousness." Surely this ought to
be ever true! Look at those two sisters, born of one mother, rocked in one
cradle, educated in one school, yet parted now by a distance far greater than
leagues can measure. The younger sister is rich, prosperous, admired by a wide
circle of friends, loved by every member of her family, and indulged in every
gratification that social position or ample wealth can procure. The other is
poor; her life is a struggle with circumstances, her time is crowded with toil
and care; her dearest friends often misunderstand her religious attitude, and
rudely blame her for the very things which are the highest services and
sacrifices of her love. And yet her face shines with a deep, transparent joy,
compared with which the other is dull and tame. The daughter of wealth and
prosperity has got so used to her surroundings that they are no more to her than
the humble circumstances of the other are to her. External luxuries have palled
her appetite long ago, and no deeper springs have opened in her empty heart.
Look at her when circumstances change! She has no other resources. Bereavement
and death find her without consolation, and when she loses earth she loses all
she had, and the parting is the more terrible in proportion to the pleasure of
the possession. But the other has an inner source of peace and happiness that
external vicissitudes cannot affect. Her trials throw her more wholly upon that
hidden source of joy, and when all else is overshadowed with darkness, you may
often see her face, as it were the face of an angel, and when sobs and tears are
heard on every side, around her dying couch, her voice is melodious with praise
and her face is shining with the reflected glory of the everlasting day.
Why should it not be so? "God is Light and in Him is no darkness at all." The
blessed God must be the source of blessedness. His Beloved Son, our Pattern and
our Saviour, is the Prince of Peace, and the Royal Bridegroom, whom God "hath
anointed with the oil of gladness above His fellows," and surely His salvation
should be a glad salvation; His touch should bring joy and sunshine, and they
who follow Him should be true to His own ideal of that happy company who "shall
come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy; they shall obtain joy and gladness,
and sorrow and sighing shall flee away." As we look over the earth we find that
God has put beauty and gladness wherever He can. He has made us to be happy, and
He has sent redemption to restore and consummate our joy, and so His great
salvation is inseparably linked with a rejoicing spirit. True, it can stoop to
sorrow; it will enter the saddest home and the darkest midnight, but it cannot
dwell with gloom. It must banish sorrow as well as sin, and live in the light of
joy.
And so we must give up trying to combine religion and melancholy, for Christ
will have none but a happy people. Even old Judaism robed itself in bridal
garments whenever it could and went forth with songs of rejoicing. Under the
Mosaic law there was a constant succession of feasts, and the whole nation was
required every little while to go on a great religious picnic to keep them from
settling down into selfishness and melancholy. And in the closing festival of
the sacred year they were required to spend an entire week in the most romantic
and picturesque religious rejoicings, dwelling in rustic booths and uniting in
festal services and sacred songs and ceremonies, which must have formed a grand
and impressive spectacle of national rejoicing.
It was this Feast of Tabernacles that Nehemiah and the people were now
observing, yet, like some of us, they had come with long faces, and thought it
becoming to celebrate the occasion by a few appropriate tears, as they thought
of the desolations of Zion which had just been removed and restored. But
Nehemiah told them that it was no time for mourning, simply because it was a
holy day, and holiness and tears did not go well together; that the sorrows were
past, and therefore there was no cause for mourning any longer, but this was a
day for gladness and praise, and the spirit of praise was necessary in order
even to their own preparation and strength for the tasks in which they were
engaged; "for the joy of the Lord," he declares, "is your strength."
- This is true of us also, even in connection with the ordinary duties of
daily life. How much one can do when the heart is light and free, and how long
and heavy the easiest task when it is irksome! That mother can toil half the
night, that father can sweat all the day, for the joy of knowing that it is
for the child of his love. Listen to the words of the sailors as they heave
their heavy loads into the hold of yonder vessel with their ringing chorus
sometimes of two syllables; but if it is only Ho-Hay, they sing it and they
sing it in unison, and the great packages seem like feathers in their hands.
Look at the soldiers as they march over the long tramp of many miles! But the
beat of the drum or the chorus of their battle songs lighten up all the toil
of the way.
Quaint old John Bunyan puts it happily when he tells us how
he wrote the Pilgrim's Progress in his old Bedford dungeon. "So I was had home
to prison," he goes on to say, "and I sat me down and wrote and wrote, because
joy did make me write." The old dungeon with its stinted rays of light, its
clumsy table, its wooden stool, its pallet of straw, was heaven to him because
the joy of the pilgrim and the pilgrim's home and the pilgrim's story were
bursting in his happy heart. Oh, how we need this joy amid the plod and the
drudgery of the one hundred and forty-four hours of every week, in the
factory, in the shop, over the counter, in the kitchen, at the desk, on the
street, on the farm, and we may add, in what are often the harder places of
public life, and the weary monotony of publicity, and the great heartless
noisy world! But, thank God! circumstances will make little difference where
the everlasting springs are bursting from the deep well of His joy in the
heart.
The joy of the Lord is our
strength for life's burdens, And gives
to each duty a heavenly zest; It will
set to sweet music the task of the toiler;
And soften the couch of the laborer's rest.
David has
beautifully expressed this blending of common life with heavenly gladness in
one of the Psalms, where he says, "Thy statutes have been my songs in the
house of my pilgrimage." Statutes are just precepts of daily duty, and David
enjoyed them by setting them to music and translating them to ceaseless
praise. This, in a word, is the meaning of the one hundred and nineteenth
Psalm. It is all about duty, and yet it is the most exquisitely constructed in
the Hebrew Psalter. As it has been well said, it is duty set to
music.
This is the way to make duty easy and acceptable to God. I have
known a servant girl whose life was intolerable, and whose mistress was
regarded as a petty tyrant, become so happy in the same home and with the same
woman after she received the baptism of the Holy Spirit that she would not
have exchanged her place for any other, and her mistress actually came to her
to ask what had happened, and became an earnest inquirer through her beautiful
transformation.
Beloved, let us take the joy of the Lord into the dark
places and the hard places and the low places, and the dusty, grimy streets
and lanes of life! Let us plant the flowers around the little cottage as well
as the great mansion! Let us have the song of the birds along the wayside, and
even in the night, as well as in the gilded cage of the drawing-room and in
the broad sunshine of the day! Let us rejoice in the light evermore and go
through the pathways of common life so filled with the Spirit that like men
intoxicated with the wine of heaven, we shall be heard "speaking to ourselves
in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in our hearts to
the Lord," and then it shall be true, "Whatsoever we do in word or deed," we
shall "do all in the name of the Lord Jesus giving thanks unto God by
Him."
- The joy of the Lord is our strength for the trials of life. There are two
ways of bearing a trial; the one is the spirit of stoical endurance, and the
other through the counteracting forces of a holy and victorious joy. It was
thus that Christ endured the cross for the joy that was set before Him, and
then He could despise the shame and not even allow the smell of fire to remain
upon His garments. We read in the first chapter of Colossians the prayer of
the apostle for a company of saints who had already reached such a measure of
holiness that they were made partakers of the inheritance of the saints in
light; but there was something higher and better for them, namely, that they
should be "strengthened according to His glorious power unto all patience and
longsuffering with joyfulness." "Patience" to endure the trials that come from
the hand of God, and "longsuffering" to endure those which come from men, and
both to be endured with real joyfulness. In fact, there is nothing to endure
when the heart is full of joy. It lifts us wholly above the trial, and we do
not realize that we are being afflicted or wronged. The blessedness of true
self-sacrifice is in being so filled with God that we will not have any
sacrifice. What luxury of grace it is thus to be lifted above all that could
even try the heart! The rocks are not taken from the bottom of the stream, but
the blessed tides rise so high that the ships sail far above them in the
current of God's great joy. And so the apostle explains his self-sacrifices
for the Philippians, "Though I be offered on the sacrifice and service of your
faith, I joy and rejoice with you all."
The Hebrew Christians were
congratulated that they had been enabled to take "joyfully the spoiling of
their goods." This is not a very common experience. Some good women lose their
sanctification over a set of smashed dishes by a careless servant, or the
spilling of coffee over the new tablecloth or dress, or the spots on the
little dresses of heedless children; and some men get very angry over the
mistakes or failures of employees or servants that injure their business or
lose large sums of money.
Sir Isaac Newton once lost all the
calculations of twenty-five years by the burning of a lot of papers through
the carelessness of a little dog, and the world remembers him with more
admiration than for all his discoveries because he simply answered, "Poor
thing! You little know the mischief you have done."
The joy of the Lord
always counts on something better than we lose, and remembers that there is
one above who is the great Recompenser and Restorer, and will give a thousand
times more by-and-by for one victory of patience and love than all the world
is worth to-day.
Yes, the joy of the
Lord is our strength for life's trials,
And lifts the crushed heart above sorrow and care,
Like the nightingale's song, it can sing in the
darkness, And rejoice when the fig tree
is withered and bare.
- The joy of the Lord is our strength for temptation. "Count it all joy,"
James says, "when ye fall into divers temptations." One reason for this is
because it is the best way to meet them. The devil always gets the best of a
melancholy soul. Despondency will always bring surrender. Satan is so little
used to joy in his own home that a happy face always scares him away. Amalek
got hold of the hindmost of Israel's camp, the discouraged ones who were
dragging behind and fretting about the hot weather and the hard road they had
to travel. Such people always find the way harder before they get through. The
fiery serpents, which were the devil's scouts, stung the murmuring multitudes,
and it was an upward look to the brazen serpent that healed them.
Jehoshaphat's armies marched to battle and victory with shouts of faith and
songs of praise, and so still the joy of the Lord is the best equipment for
the great conflict. But the apostle also means, no doubt, that temptation is
no cause for despondency, but rather a great opportunity of spiritual
progress. It is the proving of our armor and an evident token that the devil
sees something in us worth trying to steal, and we may be very sure where the
army of the enemy is encamped there the army of the Lord is also near. "The
trying of our faith worketh patience, and let patience have her perfect work."
Let us go through all the discipline and learn all that it has to teach us,
and "when we are tried we shall receive the crown of life which the Lord has
promised to them that love Him."
Let us then go forth into the
conflicts which await us without a fear or cloud, and when we cannot feel the
joy, but "are in heaviness through manifold temptations," let us "count it all
joy," and say, "I will rejoice in the Lord, and I will be joyful in my
God."
The joy of the Lord is our
strength for temptation, And counts it
the testing of patience and grace; It
marches to battle with shouts of salvation,
And rides o'er its foes in the chariots of praise.
- The joy of the Lord is our strength for the body. "A merry heart doeth
good like a medicine." This is the divine prescription for a weak body. And so
on the other hand, despondency and depression of spirits are the cause of
nervousness, head-ache, heart-break, and low physical vitality. A word of
cheer and an impulse of hope and gladness will often break the power of
disease.
I remember a dying man whom I visited in the earliest years of
my ministry, who was given up by his physicians and pronounced in a dying
condition, so that they gave up the case and expected his death during the
night. But as I visited him, as I supposed, for the last time, and tenderly
led him to the Saviour, and as he accepted the gospel and became filled with
the peace of God and the joy of salvation, there came upon him such a baptism
of glory and such an inspiration of the very rapture of heaven, that he kept
us for hours beside his bed as he shouted and sung, what we all believed to be
the beginning of the songs of heaven, and we bade him farewell long after
midnight, fully expecting that our next meeting would be above. But so mighty
was the uplift in that soul that his body, unconsciously to himself, threw off
the power of disease, and the next morning he was convalescent, to the
amazement of his physicians, and in a few days entirely well. I knew nothing,
at that time, of Divine Healing, but simply witnessed with astonishment and
delight, the Divine joy to heal disease. Many a time since have I seen the
healing and the gladness of Jesus come together to the soul and body, and the
night of weeping turned into a morning of joy. Many a time have I seen the
darkly-clouded and diseased brain lighted up with the joy of the Lord, and
saved from insanity by a baptism of holy gladness.
It is true there is
a deeper cause and a diviner power than the mere natural influence of joy.
Incurable disease can only yield to the actual touch of Divine omnipotence,
but joy is the channel through which the healing waters flow, and the overflow
of the life of Christ in both soul and body. If you would live above your
physical conditions, if you would renew your strength continually and "mount
up on wings as eagles, and run and not be weary, and walk and not faint," if
you would carry in your veins the exhilaration and zest of unwearied youth and
freshness, if you would know, even here, in all its fullness, the foretaste of
the resurrection life in your body, if you would be armed against the devil's
shafts of infirmity and pain, and throw off his arrows upon your body as the
heated iron repels the water which will not lie upon it, then, beloved,
"Rejoice in the Lord always, and again I say, Rejoice."
To return to
our figure-the humblest housewife knows that water cannot rest upon a red-hot
stove-cover, but leaps and dances over it in consternation, and flies off in
explosions of helpless effervescence. So the devil will try in vain to pour
cold water upon your life and work, and even your frame, if you keep ever in
the white heat of heavenly joy.
- The joy of the Lord is our strength for service and testimony. It makes
all our work easy and delightful. It gives a perpetual spring in the hardest
fields of Christian service. It goes with the city missionary and the
all-night worker in the dives and slums, and takes away the natural shrinking
from the degraded and unclean, the horror of filth and vermin, the fear of
violent and wicked men and all the repulsiveness and hideousness of the
surrounding scenes; and it makes the work, that naturally would be revolting,
a perfect fascination, and enables the consecrated heart to say, "None of
these things move me, neither count I my life dear unto me that I may finish
my course with joy, and the ministry which I have received of the Lord Jesus
to testify of the gospel of the grace of God."
Not only does it give a
constraining motive to our service, but it also gives it a divine
effectiveness and power. It illuminates the face with the light of heaven, and
melts the heart with accents of tenderness and love. It gives our words a
weight and winning power which men cannot gainsay. They know that we possess a
secret to which they are strangers, and our gladness awakens their longing to
share our joy. A shining face and radiant spirit are worth a ton of logic,
rhetoric and elocution. A poor, crippled saint, standing up in a meeting and
telling what God hath done for her soul, with a face divinely beautiful in all
its homeliness, will bring more souls to Christ than the eloquence of a dozen
college graduates without the joy of the Lord.
A scholarly minister
once gave a course of lectures on the "Evidences of Christianity," for the
special purpose of convincing and converting a wealthy and influential sceptic
in his congregation. The gentleman attended his lectures and was converted,
and a few days after the minister ventured to ask him which of the lectures it
was that impressed him decisively. "The lectures!" answered the gentleman, "my
dear sir, I don't even remember the subjects of your lectures, and I cannot
say that they had any decisive influence upon my mind. I was converted by the
testimony of a dear old colored woman who attended those services, and who, as
she hobbled up the steps close to me, with her glad face, as bright. as
heaven, used to say, 'My blessed Jesus! my blessed Jesus!' and turning to me
would ask, 'Do you love my blessed Jesus?' and that, sir, was my evidence of
Christianity."
Bless the Lord! we can all shine like that, "burning,"
as well as "shining" lights, and setting hearts aglow with the contagion of
our joy. The world is looking for happiness, and if it find the secret in a
genuine form, will try to get it. Charles Finney tells us how the good deacons
used to ask him in prayer-meeting, when he attended it in his ungodly days, if
he did not want them to pray for him. "No," he said, "I should be very sorry
to have you pray for me. For, in the first place, if I were converted through
your prayers I should be as miserable as you are; and in the next place, I do
not believe that your prayers would have any power to bring about my
conversion, and I suspect that you yourselves would be a good deal surprised
if they had, for you have been praying in the same melancholy way ever since I
came to this town, for a revival, and I can see by your tones and your faces
that you have no idea that it is ever coming. When I am converted I want a
religion that will make me happy, and a God who will do what I ask
Him."
Beloved, the Lord save us from religious melancholia, and send us
out to work for Him with shining faces, victorious accents and hearts
overflowing with contagious joy. Then, like Stephen, we will be able to look
into the faces of our enemies and confound them by our very countenances, and
force the world to "take knowledge of us that we have been with
Jesus."
"Let the joy of the Lord be
the strength of our service, As it
speaks in our faces and accents of love,
As it wins the sad world to the fullness of Jesus,
And draws hungry hearts His salvation to prove."
II. The secret of this joy.
- It springs from the assurance of salvation. It is the joy of salvation.
Its happy song is,
"Blessed
assurance, Jesus is mine, Oh, what a
rapture of glory Divine! Heir of
salvation, purchased of God, Born of His
Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is
my story, this is my song, Praising my
Saviour all the day long."
If you would know it you must accept His
promise with full assurance of faith, and rest upon His word without a
wavering or a doubt.
- It is the joy of the Holy Ghost. "The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy."
It is not indigenous to earthly soil; it is a plant of heavenly birth. It
belongs to the kingdom of God, which is "righteousness, and peace and joy in
the Holy Ghost." To know it we must receive the baptism of the Pentecostal
Spirit in full surrender and simple faith. It is the characteristic of all who
receive this baptism that they know the joy of the Lord, and until we do
receive this eternal fountain in our heart, all our attempts at joy are but
surface wells ; they are waters often defiled and their bottom often dry. This
is the great Artesian stream, the "well of water" Jesus gives "springing up
unto everlasting life."
- It is the joy of faith. "Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and
peace in believing." There is indeed a deep delight when God has answered
prayer, and the joy of fulfillment and possession overflows with thankfulness,
but there is a more thrilling joy when the heart first commits itself to His
naked promise, and standing on His simple word in the face of natural
improbability, or even seeming impossibility, declares, "though the fig-tree
shall not blossom nor fruit be in the vines, yet will I rejoice in the Lord
and joy in the God of my salvation." If you are doubting God you need not
wonder that your joy is intermittent. The witness of the Spirit always follows
the act of trust. "Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on
Thee, because he trusteth in Thee," but it is just as true, "Surely, if ye
will not believe, ye shall not be established."
- The joy of the Lord is sustained by His word and nourished by His
"exceeding great and precious promises." "I rejoice in Thy Word," exclaims the
Psalmist, "as one that findeth great spoil." Oh, the rich delight of beholding
in the light of the Holy Spirit, the heavenly landscape of truth open before
the spiritual vision, like some land of promise shining in the glory of the
sunlight, the whole Bible seeming like the vision Moses saw from Pisgah's top!
We have found great spoil, and it is all our own. "We have received the Spirit
that we may know the things that are freely given us of God," and we can truly
say like the same Psalmist again, "Thy testimonies are the joy and rejoicing
of my heart." How sweet the voice in which the Spirit speaks the promises to
the sorrowing heart and makes this precious word a living voice from our
Beloved!
Dear friends, do you know the joy that lies hidden in these
neglected pages, the honey that you might drink from this garden of the Lord,
these blossoms of truth and promise? Oh, take your Bibles as the living
love-letters of His heart to you, and ask Him to speak it to you in joy and
faith and spiritual illumination, as the sweet manna of your spirit's life and
the honey out of the Rock of Ages!
- It is the joy of prayer. Its element is the closet, and its source the
Mercy-seat. No prayerless life can be a happy one. "They that wait upon the
Lord shall mount up on wings as eagles." "Ask and ye shall receive, that your
joy may be full."
"This is the place
where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on
our heads; The place than all besides
more sweet, It is the blood-bought
Mercy-seat."
- It is the joy of meekness and love. "For the meek shall increase their joy
in the Lord," and the loving spirit ever finds that "it is more blessed to
give than to receive." Selfishness is misery, love is life and joy. The
gentle, lowly, chastened spirit shall find all the flowers in bloom and the
waters flowing in the valleys of humility. The unselfish heart shall never
fail to prove the promise true, "If thou draw out thy soul to the hungry, and
satisfy the afflicted soul, the Lord shall satisfy thy soul in drought, and
thou shalt be like a watered garden and a spring of water whose waters fail
not."
Beloved, do you know the gladness which comes from yielding to
the will of God, or bearing patiently the wrong, from being silent under the
word of reproach, from returning good for evil, from the word that comforts
the sorrowing heart, from the cup of cold water to another given, from the
sacrifice of your own indulgence that the saving may be given to Him? Oh, then
it is that all the bells of joy are heard softly ringing, and the Master
whispers to the hearts that tremble with its gladness, "ye did it unto
me."
- It is the joy of service and especially of winning souls. All true work is
a natural delight, but work for God in the true spirit and in the power of the
Holy Ghost, is the very partnership of His joy, whose meat and drink it was to
do the will of Him that sent Him and to finish His work. If you would have a
life lifted above a thousand temptations and petty cares be busy for your
Master, and let each moment see
"Some
work of love begun, Some deed of
kindness done, Some wanderer sought and
won, Something for thee."
We
cannot convey the Living Water to another heart without being watered
ourselves on the way. There is no joy more exquisite than the joy of leading a
soul to Christ. It is like the mother's strange, instinctive rapture over her
newborn babe. The other day a precious friend passed through the gates a few
moments after her babe was born, but in the hour of her agony her very first
word was, "How is my babe?" It was the first thrill of that strange delight
which is the very touch of the love which the Holy Ghost will give us for the
souls He permits us to win for Christ. It is, indeed, a spiritual, motherhood,
and it has all the joy and all the pain of a mother's love.
Beloved, do
you know the ecstasy of feeling the new life of an immortal spirit sweeping
through your very veins, as, kneeling by the side of one just born to die no
more, you place it, as a newborn babe in the bosom of your Saviour? You may
know this joy, and every Christian ought to know it a hundred-fold. It is the
joy of angels, setting all the harps of heaven ringing, and surely it were
strange if it were not the higher joy of ransomed saints.
- It is the joy of the faithful servant. There is a sense even here, in
which as often as we are true to God and faithful to the call of duty and
opportunity, His Spirit gives us a present reward and a baptism of joy, and
whispers to the faithful heart, "Well done, good and faithful servant! Enter
thou into the joy of thy Lord."
- It is the joy of hope. "We rejoice in hope of the glory of God." It is the
reflected light of the coming Sunrise and the Millennial Day. Except the death
and resurrection of Jesus and the baptism of the Holy Ghost, there is nothing
that sheds within the heart a diviner gladness, and on the brow a holier
light, than the blessed hope of the Lord's Coming. It is, indeed, "a light in
the dark place," the very Morning Star that presages the Rising Sun. Then let
us in this blessed hope "lift up our heads, for our redemption draweth
nigh."
- And finally, it is the joy of Christ Himself within us. "These things have
I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you and that your joy might be
full." This is the deepest secret of spiritual joy; it is the indwelling
Christ Himself rejoicing in the heart as He rejoiced on earth even in the
darkest hour of His life, and as now, in heaven, He realizes the fulfillment
of His own Messianic words in the sixteenth psalm: "Therefore my heart is glad
and my glory rejoiceth; my flesh also shall rest in hope. For Thou wilt not
leave my soul among the dead, nor suffer Thy Holy One to see corruption. Thou
wilt show me the path of life; in Thy presence there is fullness of joy, and
at Thy right hand are pleasures for evermore." In the fullness of joy He is
reigning now, and its tides are swelling and rising to the same level in every
heart in which He dwells.
Walking along the ocean beach hundreds of
feet from the shore you may dig a little hole in the dry sand, and it will
fill with water. Underneath the sand the waters flow and fill the pool to the
level of their source. And so the life that is hid with Christ in God is in
constant contact with the fountain of life, and though the world may not
always see the overflow, yet the heart's depths are ever filling, and we only
need to make room, and lo! the empty void, whether great or small, is full to
the measure of the fullness of God. This, beloved, is why we beseech you to
receive the indwelling Christ. He is the source of the River of the Water of
Life that flows from the Throne of God and the Lamb, and those whose hearts
are His temple can sing, no matter how the tempests rage and the fig-tree
withers,
"God is the Treasure of my
soul, The source of lasting
joy; A joy which time cannot
impair, Nor death itself destroy."
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