Out of the Deep Part 1

Out of the Deep.

by Charles Kingsley.

I. OUT OF THE DEEP OF SUFFERING AND SORROW.

Save me, O G.o.d, for the waters are come in even unto my soul: I am come into deep waters; so that the floods run over me.--Ps. lxix. 1, 2.

I am brought into so great trouble and misery: that I go mourning all the day long.--Ps. x.x.xviii. 6.

The sorrows of my heart are enlarged: Oh! bring Thou me out of my distress.--Ps. xxv. 17.

The Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping: the Lord will receive my prayer.--Ps. vi. 8.

In the mult.i.tude of the sorrows which I had in my heart, Thy comforts have refreshed my soul.--Ps. xciv. 17.

Each heart knows its own bitterness; each soul has its own sorrow; each man's life has its dark days of storm and tempest, when all his joys seem blown away by some sudden blast of ill-fortune, and the desire of his eyes is taken from him, and all his hopes and plans, all which he intended to do or to enjoy, are hid with blinding mist, so that he cannot see his way before him, and knows not whither to go, or whither to flee for help; when faith in G.o.d seems broken up for the moment, when he feels no strength, no purpose, and knows not what to determine, what to do, what to believe, what to care for; when the very earth seems reeling under his feet, and the fountains of the abyss are broken up.

When that day comes, let him think of G.o.d's covenant and take heart. Is the sun's warmth perished out of the sky because the storm is cold with hail and bitter winds? Is G.o.d's love changed because we cannot feel it in our trouble? Is the sun's light perished out of the sky because the world is black with cloud and mist? Has G.o.d forgotten to give light to suffering souls, because we cannot see our way for a few short days of perplexity?

No. G.o.d's message to every sad and desolate heart on earth, is that G.o.d is Light, and in Him is no darkness at all; that G.o.d is Love, and in Him there is no cruelty at all; that G.o.d is One, and in Him there is no change at all. And therefore we can pray boldly to Him, and ask Him to deliver us in the time of our tribulation and misery; in the hour of death, whether of our own death or the death of those we love; in the day of judgment, whereof it is written--"It is G.o.d who justifieth us; who is he that condemneth? It is Christ who died, yea, rather who is risen again, who even now maketh intercession for us." To that boundless love of G.o.d, which He showed forth in the life of Christ Jesus; to that perfect and utter will to deliver us which G.o.d showed forth in the death of Christ Jesus, when the Father spared not His own Son, but gave Him freely for us; to that boundless love we may trust ourselves, our fortunes, our families, our bodies, our souls, and the bodies and souls of those we love.

_National Sermons_.

To all, sooner or later, Christ comes to baptise them with fire. But do not think that the baptism of fire comes once for all to a man, in some one terrible affliction, some one awful conviction of his own sinfulness and nothingness. No; with many--and those perhaps the best people--it goes on month after month, year after year. By secret trials, chastenings, which none but they and G.o.d can understand, the Lord is cleansing them from their secret faults, and making them to understand wisdom secretly; burning out of them the chaff of self-will, and self- conceit, and vanity, and leaving only the pure gold of righteousness. How many sweet and holy souls, who look cheerful enough before the eyes of man, yet have their secret sorrows. They carry their cross unseen all day long, and lie down to sleep on it at night; and they will carry it perhaps for years and years, and to their graves, and to the throne of Christ before they lay it down; and none but they and Christ will ever know what it was; what was the secret chastis.e.m.e.nt which G.o.d sent to make that soul better which seemed to us already too good for earth. So does the Lord watch His people, and tries them with fire, as the refiner of silver sits by his furnaces watching the melted metal till he knows that it is purged from all its dross by seeing the image of his own face reflected on it.

_Town and Country Sermons_.

By sufferings was Christ made perfect; and what was the best path for Jesus Christ is surely good enough for us, even though it be a rough and th.o.r.n.y one. Let us lie still beneath G.o.d's hand; for though His hand be heavy upon us, it is strong and safe beneath us too; and none can pluck us out of His hand, for in Him we live and move and have our being. He waits for us year after year, with patience which cannot tire; therefore, let us wait awhile for Him. With Him is plenteous redemption, and therefore redemption enough for us and for those likewise whom we love.

And though we go down into h.e.l.l with David, with David we shall find G.o.d there (Ps. cx.x.xix. 8; Ps. xvi. 10), and find that He does not leave our souls in h.e.l.l, nor suffer His holy ones to see corruption. Yes, have faith in G.o.d. Nothing in thee which He has made shall see corruption; for it is a thought of G.o.d's, and no thought of His can perish. Nothing shall be purged out of thee, but thy disease; nothing shall be burnt out of thee but thy dross; and that in thee of which G.o.d said in the beginning, "Let us make man in our own image," shall be saved and live to all eternity. Yes, have faith in G.o.d, and cry to Him out of the deep, "Though Thou slay me, yet will I love Thee, for Thou lovedst me in Jesus Christ before the foundation of the world."

_Sermons_--_Good News of G.o.d_.

Oh, sad hearts and suffering! Anxious and weary ones! Look to the cross of Christ. There hung your King! The King of sorrowing souls, and more, the King of Sorrows. Ay, pain and grief, tyranny and desertion, death and h.e.l.l--He has faced them one and all, and tried their strength, and taught them His, and conquered them right royally. And since He hung upon that torturing cross, sorrow is divine, G.o.dlike, as joy itself. All that man's fallen nature dreads and despises, G.o.d honoured on the cross, and took unto Himself, and blest and consecrated for ever. And now blessed are the poor, if they are poor in heart as well as purse; for Jesus was poor, and theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are the hungry, if they hunger for righteousness as well as food; for Jesus hungered, and they shall be filled. Blessed are those who mourn, if they mourn not only for their sorrows, but for their sins; for Jesus mourned for our sins, and on the cross He was made sin for us, who knew no sin; and they shall be comforted. Blessed are those who are ashamed of themselves, and hate themselves, and humble themselves before G.o.d, for on the cross Jesus humbled Himself; and they shall be exalted. Blessed are the forsaken and despised; did not all men forsake Jesus in His hour of need? And why not thee, too, thou poor deserted one? Shall the disciple be above his Master? No. Every one that is perfect must be as his Master.

_National Sermons_.

Never let us get into the common trick of calling unbelief Resignation; of asking, and then because we have not faith to believe, putting in a "Thy will be done" at the end. Let us make G.o.d's will our will, and so say, "Thy will be done." There is a false as well as a true and holy resignation. When the sorrow is come or coming, or necessary apparently for others' good, let us say with our Master in the Agony, "Not what we will, but what Thou wilt!" But up to that point, let us pray boldly.

_Letters and Memories of Charles Kingsley_.

Christianity heightens as well as deepens the human as well as the divine affections. I am happy; for the less hope, the more faith. G.o.d knows what is best for us. I am sure we do not. Continual resignation, I begin to find, is the secret of continual strength. "Daily dying," as Boehmen interprets it, "is the path of daily living."

_Letters and Memories_.

In all the trials of life, there is still some way of escape to be found if a man goes to the right place to look for it; and, if not of escape, still of compensation. I speak of that which I know. Of my own comfort I will not speak--of the path by which I attained it I will. It was simply by not struggling, doing my work vigorously where G.o.d had put me, and believing firmly that His promises had a real, not a mere metaphorical meaning, and that Psalms x., xxvii., x.x.xiv., x.x.xvii., cvii., cxii., cxxiii., cxxvi., cxlvi., are as practically true for us as they were for the Jews of old, and that it is the faithlessness of this day which prevents men from accepting G.o.d's promises in their literal sense with simple childlike faith.

_Letters and Memories_.

Do not fear the clouds and storm and rain; look at the bow in the cloud, in the very rain itself. That is a sign that the sun, though you cannot see it, is s.h.i.+ning still--that up above, beyond the cloud, is still sunlight and warmth and cloudless blue sky. Believe in G.o.d's covenant.

Believe that the sun will conquer the clouds, warmth will conquer cold, calm will conquer storm, fair will conquer foul, light will conquer darkness, joy will conquer sorrow, life conquer death, love conquer destruction and the devouring floods; because G.o.d is light, G.o.d is love, G.o.d is life, G.o.d is peace and joy eternal, G.o.d is without change, and labours to give life and joy and peace to man and beast and all created things. This was the meaning of the rainbow. It is a witness that G.o.d, who made the world, is the friend and preserver of man; that His promises are like the everlasting suns.h.i.+ne which is above the clouds, without spot or fading, without variableness or shadow of turning.

_National Sermons_.

If I did not believe in a special Providence, in a perpetual education of men by evil as well as good, by small things as well as great--if I did not believe that--I could believe nothing.

_Letters and Memories_.

Let us be content; we do not know what is good for us, and G.o.d does.

It is true, and you will find it true (though G.o.d knows it is a difficult lesson enough to learn) that there should be no greater comfort to Christian people than to be made like Christ by suffering patiently not only the hard work of every-day life, but sorrows, troubles, and sicknesses, and all our heavenly Father's corrections, whensoever, by any manner of adversity, it shall please His gracious goodness to visit them.

For Christ Himself went not up to joy, but first He suffered pain. He entered not into His glory before He was crucified. Therefore those words which we read in the Visitation of the Sick about this matter are not mere kind words, meant to give comfort for the moment. They are truth and fact and sound philosophy. They are as true for the young lad in health and spirits as for the old folks crawling towards their graves.

It is true that sickness and all sorts of troubles are sent to correct and amend in us whatsoever doth offend the eye of our heavenly Father. It is true, and you will find it true, that whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth.

_All Saints' Day Sermons_.

"That ye through patience and comfort of the Scriptures might have hope,"

says St. Paul; and, again, "Let patience have her perfect work." But where are we to get patience? G.o.d knows it is hard in such a world as this for poor creatures to be always patient. But faith can breed patience, though patience cannot breed itself; and faith in whom? Faith in our Father in Heaven, even in Almighty G.o.d Himself. He calls Himself the "G.o.d of Patience and Consolation." Pray for His Holy Spirit, and He will make you patient; pray for His Holy Spirit, and He will console and comfort you. He has promised that Spirit of His--the Comforter--the Spirit of Love, Trust, and Patience--to as many as ask Him. Ask Him at His Holy Table to make you patient; ask Him to change your wills into the likeness of His will. Then will your eyes be opened; then will you see in the Scriptures a sure promise of hope, and glory, and redemption for yourself and all the world; then you will see in the blessed Sacrament of the Lord's body and blood a sure sign and warrant, handed down from hand to hand, from age to age, from year to year, from father to son, that His promises shall be fulfilled--that patience shall have her perfect work--that hope shall become a reality--that not one of the Lord's words shall fail or pa.s.s away till all be fulfilled.

_National Sermons_.

G.o.d means some good to you by prostrating you--perhaps He means by giving you blessings almost without your asking, to show you how little avails morbid sensitiveness or self-tormenting struggles. Synthetical minds are subject to this self-torture. Such a period in your life is the time to become again a little child! I do not mean a re-regeneration, but a permitting of the mind to a.s.sume that tone of calm wonder and infantile trust, which will allow all the innate principles within--all G.o.d-bestowed graces which have been bruised and bowed by the tempest, to blossom gently upwards again, in "the clear s.h.i.+ning after rain"--a breathing time in life--not too much retrospection or self-examination--keep that for the healthy and vigorous hours of the mind--but a silent basking in the light of G.o.d's presence--a time for faith, more than for labour; for general and unexpressed, more than for particular or earnest prayer.

_Letters and Memories_.

Sorrow, though dreary, is not barren. Nothing need be barren to those who view all things in their real light, as links in the great chain of progression, both for themselves and for the universe. To us, all Time should seem so full of life; every moment the grave and the father of unnumbered events and designs in heaven and earth, revealing the mind of our G.o.d Himself--all things moving smoothly and surely, in spite of apparent checks and disappointments, towards the appointed End!

_Letters and Memories_.

In all the chances and changes of this mortal life, it is our one comfort to believe firmly and actively in the changeless kingdom, and in the changeless King. This alone will give us calm, patience, faith, and hope, though the heavens and the earth be shaken around us. For so only shall we see that the kingdom, of which we are citizens, is a kingdom of light, and not of darkness; of truth, and not of falsehood; of freedom, and not of slavery; of bounty and mercy, and not of wrath and fear; that we live and move and have our being, not in a "Deus quidam deceptor," who grudges His children wisdom, but in a Father of Light, from whom comes every good and perfect gift; who willeth that all men should be saved, and come to the knowledge of the truth. In His kingdom we are; and in the King whom He has set over it we can have most perfect trust. For us that King stooped from heaven to earth; for us He was born, for us He toiled, for us He suffered, for us He died, for us He arose again, for us He sits for ever at G.o.d's right hand. And can we not trust Him? Let Him do what He will. Let Him lead us whither He will. Wheresoever He leads must be the way of truth and life. Whatsoever He does, must be in harmony with that infinite love which He displayed for us upon the Cross.

Whatsoever He does must be in harmony with that eternal purpose by which He reveals to men G.o.d their Father. Therefore, though the heaven and the earth be shaken around us, we will trust in Him; for we know that He is the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever.

_National Sermons_.

If we believe that G.o.d is educating men, the when, the where, and the how, are not only unimportant, but considering Who is the teacher, unfathomable to us; and it is enough to be able to believe that the Lord of all things is influencing us through all things.

_Essays_.

Provided we attain at last to the truly heroic and divine life, which is the life of virtue, it will matter little to us by what strange and weary ways, or through what painful and humiliating processes, we have arrived thither. If G.o.d has loved us, if G.o.d will receive us, then let us submit loyally and humbly to His law--"Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom He receiveth."

_All Saints' Day Sermons_.

I believe that the wisest plan of bearing sorrow is sometimes not to try to bear it--as long as one is not crippled for one's every-day duties--but to give way to sorrow, utterly and freely. Perhaps sorrow is sent that we _may_ give way to it, and, in drinking the cup to the dregs, find some medicine in it itself which we should not find if we began doctoring ourselves, or letting others doctor us. If we say simply, "I am wretched, I ought to be wretched;" then we shall perhaps hear a voice, "Who made thee wretched but G.o.d? Then what can He mean but thy good?"

And if the heart answers impatiently, "My good? I don't want it, I want my love!" perhaps the voice may answer, "Then thou shalt have both in time."

_Letters and Memories_.

After all, the problem of life is not a difficult one, for it solves itself--so very soon at best--by death. Do what is right, the best way you can, and wait to the end to _know_. . . .