The Words of Jesus Part 1

The Words of Jesus.

by John R. Macduff.

"A word spoken in season," says the wise man, "how good it is!" If this be true regarding the utterances of uninspired lips, with what devout and paramount interest must we invest the sayings of Incarnate Truth--"the WORDS OF JESUS!"

We have, in the motto-verses which head the succeeding pages a few comforting responses from the Oracle of heavenly Wisdom--a few grapes plucked from the true Vine--living streams welling fresh from the Living Fountain. Every portion of Scripture is designed for nutriment to the soul--"the bread of life;" but surely we may well regard the recorded "_Words of Jesus_" as "the finest of the wheat." These are the "Honey"

out of the true "Rock," with which He will "satisfy" us. "The WORDS that I speak unto you, they are spirit and they are life."

The following are selected more especially as "_Words for the Weary_"--healing leaves for the wounded spirit falling from the Tree of Life. Jesus was divinely qualified for this special office of speaking "many and _comfortable_ words." "The Lord G.o.d hath given me the tongue of the learned, that I might know how to speak a _Word in Season_ to him that is _weary_."

Let us, like the disciple of Patmos, turn to hear the voice that speaks to us, saying, "I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in _His Word_ do I hope." Eighteen hundred years have elapsed since these "words" were uttered. With tones of unaltered and unchanged affection, they are still echoed from the inner sanctuary--they come this day fresh as they were spoken, from the lips of Him whose memorial to all time is this: "_that same Jesus_."

Reader, seek to realise, in meditating on them, the simple but solemn truth--"_Christ speaks to me!_" Surely nothing can be more soothing with which to close your eyes on your nightly pillow, or to carry with you in the morning out to the duties (or, it may be, the trials and sorrows) of the day, than--"A WORD OF JESUS."

1ST DAY OF MONTH.

"Remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how He said"--

"Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."--Matt. xi. 28.

The Gracious Invitation.

Gracious "word" of a gracious Saviour, on which the soul may confidingly repose, and be at peace for ever? It is a _present_ rest--the rest of _grace_ as well as the rest of _glory_. Not only are there signals of peace hung out from the walls of heaven--the lights of Home glimmering in the distance to cheer our footsteps; but we have the "shadow" of this "great Rock" in a _present_ "weary land." Before the Throne alone is there "the sea of gla.s.s," without one rippling wave; but there is a haven even on earth for the tempest-tossed--"We which have believed DO enter into rest."

Reader, hast thou found this blessed repose in the blood and work of Immanuel? Long going about "seeking rest and finding none," does this "word" sound like music in thine ears--"_Come unto Me_?" All other peace is counterfeit, shadowy, unreal. The eagle spurns the gilded cage as a poor equivalent for his free-born soarings. The soul's immortal aspirations can be satisfied with nothing short of the possession of G.o.d's favour and love in Jesus.

How unqualified is the invitation! If there had been one condition in entering this covenant Ark, we must have been through eternity at the mercy of the storm. But all are alike warranted and welcome, and none _more_ warranted than welcome. For the weak, the weary, the sin-burdened and sorrow-burdened, there is an open door of grace.

Return, then unto thy rest, O my soul! Let the sweet cadence of this "word of Jesus" steal on thee amid the disquietudes of earth. Sheltered in Him, thou art safe for time, safe for eternity! There may be, and _will_ be, temporary tossings, fears, and misgivings,--manifestations of inward corruption; but these will only be like the surface-heavings of the ocean, while underneath there is a deep settled calm. "Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace" (_lit._ peace, peace) "whose mind is stayed on Thee." In the world it is care on care, trouble on trouble, sin on sin; but every wave that breaks on the believer's soul seems sweetly to murmur, "Peace, peace!"

And if the foretaste of this rest be precious, what must be the glorious consummation? Awaking in the morning of immortality, with the unquiet dream of earth over--faith lost in sight, and hope in fruition;--no more any bias to sin--no more latent principles of evil--nothing to disturb the spirit's deep, everlasting tranquillity--the trembling magnet of the heart reposing, where alone it can confidingly and permanently rest, in the enjoyment of the Infinite G.o.d.

"THESE THINGS HAVE I SPOKEN UNTO YOU, THAT IN ME YE MIGHT HAVE PEACE."

2D DAY.

"Remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how He said"--

"Your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things."--Matt. vi. 22.

The Comforting a.s.surance.

Though spoken originally by Jesus regarding temporal things, this may be taken as a motto for the child of G.o.d amid all the changing vicissitudes of his changing history. How it should lull all misgivings; silence all murmurings; lead to lowly, unquestioning submissiveness--"My Heavenly Father knoweth that I have need of all these things."

Where can a child be safer or better than in a father's hand? Where can the believer be better than in the hands of his G.o.d? We are poor judges of what is best. We are under safe guidance with infallible wisdom. If we are tempted in a moment of rash presumption to say, "All these things are against me," let this "word" rebuke the hasty and unworthy surmise.

Unerring wisdom and Fatherly love have p.r.o.nounced _all_ to be "needful."

My soul, is there aught that is disturbing thy peace? Are providences dark, or crosses heavy? Are spiritual props removed, creature comforts curtailed, gourds smitten and withered like gra.s.s?--write on each, "_Your Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things._" It was He who increased thy burden. Why? "_It was needed._" It was He who smote down thy clay idol. Why? "_It was needed._" It was supplanting Himself: He had to remove it! It was He who crossed thy worldly schemes, marred thy cherished hopes. Why? "_It was needed._" There was a lurking thorn in the coveted path. There was some higher spiritual blessing in reversion. "He '_prevented_' thee with the blessings of His goodness."

Seek to cherish a spirit of more childlike confidence in thy Heavenly Father's will. Thou art not left unbefriended and alone to buffet the storms of the wilderness. Thy Marahs as well as thy Elims are appointed by Him. A gracious pillar-cloud is before thee. Follow it through suns.h.i.+ne and storm. He may "lead thee about," but He will not lead thee wrong. Unutterable tenderness is the characteristic of all His dealings.

"Blessed be His name," says a tried believer, "He maketh my feet like hinds' feet" (_literally_, "equaleth" them), "he _equaleth_ them for every precipice, every ascent, every leap."

And who is it that speaks this quieting word? It is He who Himself felt the preciousness of the a.s.surance during His own awful sufferings, that all were _needed_, and all _appointed_; that from Bethlehem's cradle to Calvary's Cross there was not the redundant thorn in the chaplet of sorrow which He, the Man of Sorrows, bore. Every drop in His bitter cup was mingled by His Father: "This cup which _Thou_ givest me to drink, shall I not drink it!" Oh, if He could extract comfort in this hour of inconceivable agony, in the thought that a Father's hand lighted the fearful furnace-fires, what strong consolation is there in the same truth to all His suffering people!

What! one superfluous drop! one redundant pang! one unneeded cross! Hush the secret atheism! He gave His Son for thee! He calls Himself "thy Father!" Whatever be the trial under which thou art now smarting, let the word of a gracious Saviour be "like oil thrown on the fretful sea;"

let it dry every rebellious tear-drop. "He, thine unerring Parent, knoweth that thou hast need of _this_ as well as _all_ these things."

"THY WORD IS VERY SURE, THEREFORE THY SERVANT LOVETH IT."

3D DAY.

"Remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how He said"--

"Whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son."--John xiv. 13.

The Power of Prayer.

Blessed Jesus! it is Thou who hast unlocked to Thy people the gates of prayer. Without Thee they must have been shut forever. It was Thy atoning merit on earth that first opened them; it is Thy intercessory work in heaven that keeps them open still.

How unlimited the promise--"_Whatsoever ye shall ask!_" It is the pledge of all that the needy sinner requires--all that an Omnipotent Saviour can bestow! As the great Steward of the mysteries of grace, He seems to say to His faithful servants, "Take thy bill, and under this, my superscription, write what you please." And then, when the blank is filled up, he further endorses each pet.i.tion with the words, "_I WILL do it!_"

He farther encourages us to ask "_in His name_." In the case of an earthly pet.i.tioner there are some pleas more influential in obtaining a boon than others. Jesus speaks of _this_ as forming the key to the heart of G.o.d. As David loved the helpless cripple of Saul's house "_for Jonathan's sake_," so will the Father, by virtue of our covenant relations.h.i.+p to the true JONATHAN (_lit._, "the gift of G.o.d"), delight in giving us even "exceeding abundantly above all that we can ask or think."

Reader, do you know the blessedness of confiding your every want and every care--your every sorrow and every cross--into the ear of the Saviour? He is the "Wonderful Counsellor." With an exquisitely tender sympathy He can enter into the innermost depths of your need. That need may be great, but the everlasting arms are underneath it all. Think of Him now, at this moment--the great Angel of the Covenant, with the censer full of much incense, in which are placed your feeblest aspirations, your most burdened sighs--the odour-breathing cloud ascending with acceptance before the Father's throne. The answer may tarry;--these your supplications may seem to be kept long on the wing, hovering around the mercy-seat. A gracious G.o.d sometimes sees it meet thus to test the faith and patience of His people. He delights to hear the music of their importunate pleadings--to see them undeterred by difficulties--unrepelled by apparent forgetfulness and neglect. But He _will_ come at last; the pent-up fountain of love and mercy will at length burst out;--the soothing accents will in His own good time be heard, "Be it unto thee according to thy word!"

Soldier of Christ! with all thine other panoply, forget not the "_All-prayer_." It is that which keeps bright and s.h.i.+ning "the whole armour of G.o.d." While yet out in the night of a dark world--whilst still bivouacking in an enemy's country--kindle thy watch-fires at the altar of incense. Thou must be Moses, pleading on the Mount, if thou wouldst be Joshua, victorious in the world's daily battle. Confide thy cause to this waiting Redeemer. Thou canst not weary Him with thine importunity.

He delights in hearing. His Father is glorified in giving. The memorable Bethany-utterance remains unaltered and unrepealed--"I knew that Thou hearest me always." He is still the "Prince that has power with G.o.d and prevails"--still He promises and pleads--still He lives and loves!

"I WAIT FOR THE LORD, MY SOUL DOTH WAIT; AND IN HIS WORD DO I HOPE."

4TH DAY.