DELIVERED ON LORD'S-DAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 29, 1880,
BY C. H. SPURGEON,
AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.
"As the lily among thorns, so is My love among the daughters." Song of
Solomon 2:2.
WE shall not enter into any profitless discussion this morning. We take
it for granted that the Song of Solomon is a sacred marriage song
between Christ and His Church and that it is the Lord Jesus who is here
speaking of His Church and, indeed, of each individual member, saying,
"As the lily among thorns, so is My love among the daughters." I will
not even enter into any study as to what particular flower is here
intended by the word translated, "lily," for it would be very difficult
to select a plant from the Holy Land about which travelers and
botanists would agree. The lily, which we should most naturally fix
upon, is, as I have gathered from books on travel, not at present found
in that country, though we may not, therefore, be sure that it was
never there, or may not yet be discovered. Several other fair and
beautiful forms, according to the fancies of various travelers, have
been preferred to occupy the place of the plant intended by the
original Hebrew, but none of them quite come up to the ideal suggested
to an English reader by our translation.
I will for once take the liberty to clothe the Scripture in a Western
dress, if necessary, and venture to do what Solomon would surely have
done if his Song of Songs had been written in England. I shall assume
that he means one of our own lilies–either the lily of the valley, or
one of those more stately beauties, matchless for whiteness–which so
gloriously adorn our gardens. Either will do and serve our purpose this
morning. "As the lily among the thorns, so is My love among the
daughters." It is of small moment to be precise in botany so long as we
get the spirit of the text. We seek practical usefulness and personal
consolation and proceed at once in the pursuit, in the hope that many
are taking root among us, now, newly transplanted from the world.
It is well that they should be rooted in a knowledge of their calling
by Grace and what it includes. They ought to know, at the commencement,
what a Christian is when he is truly a Christian; what he is expected
to be; what the Lord means him to be and what the Lord Jesus regards
him as really being! In that way they may make no mistakes, but may
count the cost and know what it is that they have ventured upon.
Thinking over this subject carefully and anxiously desiring to warn our
new converts without alarming them, I could not think of any text from
which I should be able, in the exposition of it, to better set forth
the position, condition and character of a genuine Christian.
Jesus Himself knows best what His own bride is like–let us hear Him as
He speaks in this matchless song! He knows best what His followers
should be and well may we be content to take the words out of His own
mouth when, in sweetest poetry, He tells us, "As the lily among thorns,
so is My love among the daughters." Join me then, my Brothers and
Sisters, at this time, in considering how our Lord's lilies grow!
Concerning the Church of God, there are two points upon which I will
enlarge. First, her relation to her Lord and secondly, her relation to
the world.
I. First, I think my text very beautifully sets forth THE RELATION OF
THE CHURCH AND OF EVERY INDIVIDUAL TO CHRIST. He styles her, "My love."
An exquisitely sweet name, as if His love had all gone forth of Him and
had become embodied in her. The first point, then, of her relation to
Christ is that she has His love. Think of it and let the blessed Truth
of God dwell long and sweetly in your meditations! The Lord of life and
glory, the Prince of the kings of the earth has such a loving heart
that He must have an object upon which to spend His affections–and His
people, chosen from among men, whom He calls His Church–these are they
who are His "love," the object of His supreme delight! "Christ loved
the Church and gave Himself for it."
He looked on His people and He exclaimed, "as the Father has loved Me,
even so have I loved you." Every Believer, separated from mankind and
called into the fellowship of Christ, is also the peculiar object of
His love. Not in name only, but in deed and in truth does Jesus love
each one of us who have believed on Him. You may, each one of you, say
with the Apostle, "He loved me." You may read it in any tense you
please–He loved me; He loves me; He will love me, for He gave
Himself for me. This shall be your song in Heaven, "Unto Him that loved
us and washed us from our sins in His own blood, to Him be glory." Let
your hearts saturate themselves with this honeyed thought! Heaven lies
hidden within it! It is the quintessence of bliss–Jesus loves me!
It is not in the power of words to set forth the charming nature of
this fact. It is a very simple proposition, but the heights and depths,
the lengths and breadths of it surpass our knowledge. That such a poor,
insignificant, unworthy being as I am should be the object of the
eternal affection of the Son of God is an amazing wonder! Yet,
wonderful as it is, it is a fact! To each one of His people, He says,
this morning, by the Holy Spirit, "I have loved you with an everlasting
love, therefore, with loving kindness have I drawn you." Each one of us
may rejoice in the title under which our Lord addresses us–"My love."
This love is distinguishing love, for in its light one special object
shines as a lily and the rest, "the daughters," are as thorns. Love has
fixed on its chosen object and, compared with the favored one, all
others are as nothing. There is a love of Jesus which goes forth to all
mankind, for "the Lord is good to all and His tender mercies are over
all His works," but there is a special and peculiar love which He bears
to His own.
As a man loves his neighbors but still has a special affection for his
wife, so is the Church Christ's bride beloved above all the rest of
mankind and every individual Believer the favored one of Heaven! The
saint is united to Christ by a mystical union, a spiritual marriage
bond and, above all others, Christ loves the souls espoused to Him. He
said once, "I pray for them. I pray not for the world, but for them
which You have given Me." Thus He indicates that there is a specialty
about His intercession.
We rejoice in the largeness and the width of Jesus' love, but we do
not, therefore, doubt its specialty. The sun shines on all things, but
when it is focused upon one point, ah, then there is a heat about it of
which you little dreamed! The love of Jesus is focused on those whom
the Father has given Him! Upon you, my Brother or Sister, if, indeed,
you are a believer in Jesus Christ, the Lord's heart is set and He
speaks of you in the words of the text as, "My love," loved above all
the daughters! Precious in His sight and honorable so that He will give
men for you and people for your life.
Observe that this is a love which He openly avows. The Bridegroom
speaks and says before all men, "As a lily among thorns, so is My love
among the daughters." He puts it upon record in that Book which is more
widely scattered than any other, for He is not ashamed to have it
published on the housetops! The love of Christ was, at first, hidden in
His heart, but it soon revealed itself, for even of old His delights
were with the sons of men and He bent His steps downward to this world
in many forms before Bethlehem's song was sung. And now, since the
Incarnate God has loved and lived and died, He has unveiled His love in
the most open form and astonished Heaven and earth thereby! On Calvary
He set up an open proclamation, written in His own heart's blood, that
He loved His own even unto the end.
He bids His ministers proclaim it to the world's end that many waters
could not quench His love, neither could the floods drown it–and that
neither life, nor death, nor things present, nor things to come, nor
height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us
from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord! He would have
it known, for He is not ashamed to call His people, "the bride, the
Lamb's wife." He declares it so that His adversaries may know it–that
He has a people in whom His heart delights and these He will have and
hold as His own when Heaven and earth shall pass away!
This love, wherever it has been revealed to its object, is
reciprocated. If the Lord has really spoken home to your soul and said,
"I have loved you," your soul has gladly answered, "This is my Beloved
and this is my Friend; yes, He is altogether lovely." For what says the
spouse in another place? "My Beloved is mine and I am His." I am His
beloved, but He is my beloved, too. By this, dear Hearer, shall you
know whether this text belongs to you or not. What do you say when
Jesus asks of you, "Do you love Me?" Is your heart warmed at the very
mention of His name? If you can truly say with Peter, "Lord, You know
all things, You know that I love You," then rest assured you love Him
because He first loved you. Doubt not the fact, but be well assured of
it, that love in your heart towards Jesus is the certain and infallible
pledge of His infinite, eternal and immutable love to you! If His name
is on your heart, then be sure of this, that your name is on His breast
and written on the palms of His hands. You are espoused to Him and the
bands of the mystical wedlock shall never be snapped. This is the first
point of the relation of the Church to her Lord–she is the object of
His love.
Next, she bears His likeness. Notice the first verse of the chapter,
wherein the Bridegroom speaks–"I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of
the valleys." He is the lily, but His beloved is like He, for He
applies His own chosen emblem to her–"As the lily among thorns, so is
My love among the daughters." Notice that He is the lily and she is as
the lily–
that is to say, He has the beauty and she reflects it! She is comely in
His comeliness which He puts upon her. If any soul has any such beauty
as is described here, Christ has endowed that beloved soul with all its
wealth of charms, for in ourselves we are deformed and defiled! What is
the confession of this very spouse in the previous chapter? She says "I
am black"–that is, the opposite of a lily. If she adds, "but comely,"
it is because her Lord has made her comely. There is no Grace but what
Grace has been given and if we are graceful it is because Christ has
made us full of Grace. There is no beauty in any of us but what our
Lord has worked in us.
Note, too, that He who gave the beauty is the first to see it. While
they are unknown to the world, Jesus knows His own. Long before anybody
else sees any virtue or any praise in us, Jesus descries it and is
pleased with it. He is quick to say, "Behold, he prays," or, "Behold,
he repents." He is the first to say, "I have surely heard Ephraim
bemoaning himself." Love's eyes are quick and her ears are open. Love
covers a multitude of faults, but it discovers a multitude of beauties.
Can it be, O my Soul? Can it be that Christ has made you comely in His
comeliness? Has He shed a beauty upon you and does He, Himself, look
complacently upon it? He whose taste is exquisite and whose voice is
the Truth of God–who never calls that beautiful which is not
beautiful–can He see a beauty in your sighs and tears, in your desires
after holiness, in your poor attempts to aid His cause, in your prayers
and in your songs and in your heart's love towards Him– can He see a
beauty in these? Yes, assuredly He can, or He would not speak as He
does in this text!
Let His condescending discernment have all honor for this generous
appreciation of us. Let us bless and love Him because He deigns to
think so highly of us who owe every thing to Him. "You are," He says,
"My love, as the lily." It is evident that the Lord Jesus takes delight
in this beauty which He has put upon His people. He values it at so
great a rate that He counts all rival beauties to be but as thorns. He
looks upon the court of an earthly monarch and sees my lords and
ladies, but makes small account of them compared with His poor saints!
If in that court He spies out one that loves Him, one who wears a
coronet and prays, He marks that one and counts Him or her, "as the
lily among thorns." There is a wealthy household, honored and famous
among the old county families, but in it there is no lover of the
Savior except one and she, perhaps, is a little maid whose service is
among the pots, yet shall she be as the wings of a dove covered with
silver. "As the lily among thorns" shall she be!
All the kingdoms of the earth are but thorns to the Lord Jesus compared
with His Church. Be they Roman, German, French, or English–all empires
with all their splendors are mere spines and thorns upon the common
bramble bushes and thorn coverts–the haunts of wild and noxious
creatures in the view of the King of kings! But His Church and those
that make up the body of the faithful are as lilies in His discerning
eyes! He delights in them! He finds a sweet content in gazing on them!
So you see the Lord has given to His people His likeness and that
likeness He looks upon and loves. Bringing out still further the
relationship between Christ and His Church, I want you to notice that
her position has drawn out His love. "As the lily," He says, " among
thorns, so is My love."
He spied her out among the thorns! She was at first no better than a
thorn itself–His Grace, alone, made her to differ from the briars
about her! But as soon as He had put His life and His Grace into her,
though she dwelt among the ungodly, she became as the lily and He spied
her out! The thorn thicket could not hide His beloved! Christ's eye
towards His people is so quick because it is cleared by love. There
may, at this time, be in a Popish convent one truly seeking Jesus in
spirit and in truth. He spies out the Believer among the rest who trust
in themselves and calls her His love among thorns! There may be, at
this moment, in the most godless haunt in London a poor, trembling
heart that loves Jesus in secret– the Lord knows that heart and it is
to Him as a lily among thorns!
You, perhaps, are the only serious working man in the shop in which you
earn your daily bread and the whole band hold you in derision. You may
hardly know, yourself, whether you are really a Christian, for you are
sometimes staggered about your own condition–and yet the enemies of
Christ have made up their minds as to whose you are and treat you as
one of the disciples of the Nazarene! Be of good courage, your Lord
discerns you and knows you better than you know yourself! Such is the
quickness of His eyes that your difficult and perilous position only
quickens His discernment and He regards you with the more attention.
The thorns cannot hide you, thickly as they cluster around you–in your
loneliness you are not alone–the Crucified is with you!
"As the lily among thorns" wears, also, another meaning. Dr. Thompson
writes of a certain lily, "It grows among thorns and I have sadly
lacerated my hands in extricating it from them. Nothing can be in
higher contrast than the luxuriant, velvety softness of this lily and
the withered, tangled hedge of thorns about it." Ah, Beloved, you know
who it was
that, in gathering your soul and mine, lacerated not His hands only,
but His feet and His head and His side and His heart–yes and His
inmost soul! He spied us out and said, "Yonder lily is Mine and I will
have it," but the thorns were a terrible barrier–our sins had gathered
round about us and the wrath of God most sharply stopped the way. Jesus
pressed through all that we might be His and now when He takes us to
Himself, He does not forget the thorns which girded His brow and tore
His flesh for our sakes. This, then, is a part of our relationship to
Christ, that we cost Him very dearly. He saw us where we were and He
came to our deliverance. And now, even as Pharaoh's daughter called the
young child's name, Moses, "Because," she said, "I drew him out of the
water," so does Jesus call His chosen, "the lily among thorns," because
such she was when He came to her rescue. Never will He forget Calvary
and its thorns–nor should His saints allow that memory to fade.
Yet once more I think many a child of God may regard himself as still
being a lily among thorns because of his afflictions. Certainly the
Church is so and she is thereby kept for Christ's own. If thorns made
it hard for Him to reach us for our salvation, there is another kind of
thorn which makes it hard for any enemy to come at us for our harm. Our
trials and tribulations, which we would gladly escape from, often act
as a spiritual protection–they hedge us about and ward off many a
devouring foe. Sharp as they are, they serve as a fence and a defense.
Many a time, dear child of God, you would have been an exposed lily, to
be plucked by any ruthless hand, if it had not been that God had placed
you in such circumstances that you were shut up unto Himself. Sick
saints and poor saints and persecuted saints are fair lilies enclosed
by their pains and needs and bonds that they may be for Christ, alone.
I look on John Bunyan in prison writing his, "Pilgrim's Progress," and
I cannot help feeling that it was a great blessing for us all that such
a lily was shut up among the thorns that it might shed its fragrance in
that famous book and thereby perfume the Church for ages! You that are
kept from roaming by sickness or by family trials need not regret these
things, for perhaps they are the means of making you more completely
your Lord's. How charmingly Madame Guyon wrote when she was immured in
a dungeon. Her wing was closely bound, but her song was full of
liberty, for she felt that the bolts and bars only shut her in with her
Beloved and what is that but liberty? She sang–
"A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air.
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there.
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleases Thee.
Nought ha ve I else to do,
I sing the whole day long.
And He whom most I love to please
Does listen to my song.
He caught and bound my wandering wing,
But still He bends to hear me sing." "As the lily among thorns," she
lived in prison shut in with her Lord and since the world was quite
shut out, she was in that respect a gainer! O to have one's heart made
as "a garden enclosed, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed." So let my
soul be, yes, so let it be even if the enclosure can only be
accomplished by a dense growth of trials and grief!
May every pain that comes and casts us on our bed and lays us aside
from public usefulness; may every sorrow which arises out of our
business and weans us from the world; may every adversary that assails
us with bitter, taunting words, only thicken the thorn hedge which
encases us from all the world and constrains us to be chaste lilies set
apart for the Well-Beloved! Enough upon this point, I think, only let
me entreat all of you who have lately come to know the Lord to think
much of your relationship to Him. It is the way by which you will be
supported under the responsibilities of your relationship to the world.
If you know that you are His and that He loves you, you will be strong
to bear all burdens. Nothing will daunt you if you are sure that He is
for you, that His whole heart is true to you, that He loves you
especially and has set you apart unto Himself that you may be one with
Him forever!
Dwell much, in your meditations, upon what this text and other
Scriptures teach of the relationship of the renewed heart to Christ and
know Him of whom you are so well known. May the Holy Spirit teach us
all this lesson so that it may be learned by our hearts.
II. But now, secondly, our text is full of instruction as to THE
RELATIONSHIP OF THE CHURCH AND EACH INDIVIDUAL BELIEVER TO THE
WORLD–"The lily among thorns." First, then, she has incomparable
beauty. As compared and contrasted with all else, she is as the lily to
the thorn thicket. Did not our Lord say of the natural lilies–
"Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these"? And when
I think of Christ's lilies, adorned in His own righteousness and
bearing His own image, I feel that I may repeat my Master's words and
say with emphasis, "Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one
of these!"
In Christ's esteem, His Church bears the bell for beauty. She is the
fairest among women. She is not to be compared–she has to be
contrasted with the rest of mankind. Our Lord means that if you take
worldlings at their best and in their bravest attire–in their pomp and
glory and parade–they are but as thorns in contrast with His Church.
Though the Church may seem to be little and poor and despised, yet she
is better than all the princes and kingdoms and glories of the earth!
He means that true Christians are infinitely superior to ungodly men.
These ungodly men may make a fair show of virtue and they may have much
prudence and wit and count themselves wise and great, but Jesus calls
all unconverted ones, "thorns," while His own believing ones He
compares to "lilies."
The thorns are worthless. They flourish and spread and cumber the
ground, but they yield no fruit and only grow to be cut down for the
oven. Alas, such is man by nature, at his best. As for the lily, it is
a thing of beauty and a joy forever. It lives shedding sweet perfume
and when it is gathered, its loveliness adorns the chamber to which it
is taken. So does the saint bless his generation while here and when he
is taken away he is regarded with pleasure even in Heaven above as one
of the flowers of God! He will, before long, be transplanted from among
the thorns to the garden enclosed beyond the river, where the King
delights to dwell, for such a flower is far too fair to be left forever
amid tangled briars! There are, among worldly people, some who are very
fair to look upon in many respects–philanthropic, kind and
upright–they have many virtues. But since these virtues have no
bearings towards God and no reference to Christ, He counts the bearers
of them to be but thorns!
What virtue can there be in him whose principle in life is disregard of
his Maker and disbelief in his Savior? He is an avowed rebel and yet
would be commended by the Lord whom he rejects? How can it be? Acts
done from other motives than those of obedience to God or love to
Christ are poor things. There may be a great inward difference between
actions which outwardly are the same. The apple of Nature has never the
flavor of the pomegranate of Grace! It may seem, even, to excel the
fruit of Grace, but it is not so. Two babies before us may appear alike
as they seem to sleep side by side, but the child of Nature, however
finely dressed, is not the living child and the Lord will not
acknowledge the dead thing as belonging to His family! Ah, you that are
struggling after holiness for Christ's sake–you that are seeking after
virtue in the power of the Holy Spirit–you have the beauty of the
lily, while all else are still to Christ but as a thicket of thorns.
Yes, and let me say that I am sorry to add–a real Christian is as
superior, even, to a professing Christian as a lily is to thorns! I
know Churches in which there are many who make a profession, but, ah
me, it is a pity that they should, for their life does not adorn their
doctrine! Their temper is not consistent with the indwelling of the
Holy Spirit. They live like worldlings, to amass money, or to carry on
business, or to enjoy good eating and drinking, or to dress and go to
parties. They are as much for this world as if they were never renewed
and it is to be feared they never were! It will often grieve those who
really love the Lord to see how mere professors pretend to do what
saints labor to perform.
Saints are mimicked–I almost said mocked and mimicked–by empty
professors and this is a standing source of sorrow. Their cold words
often vex the zealous heart and pierce it as with thorns. When you are
full of zeal, their lack of consecration almost kindles indignation in
the minds of those who are willing to give their last penny–yes, and
their last breath for their Master's honor! Do not, however, be at all
astonished, for it must be so. He who is full of the Grace of God will
always be as the lily among thorns, even in the professing church! Do
not marvel, young Brother, if older professors dampen your ardor and
count your warm love to be a mere fanaticism! God give you Grace to
keep up your first love and even to advance upon it, though the thorny
ones wound and hinder you. May you be distinguished above your fellow
professors, for I fear that unless it is so, your life will be a poor
one. This, then, is the relationship of the Church to the world and of
Christians to the world–that they are as much superior to the
unregenerate in moral and spiritual beauty as the lily is to the thorns
among which it finds itself.
Secondly, in the comparison of the saint to the lily we remark that he
has, like the lily, a surpassing excellence. I point not to its beauty,
just now, but to its intrinsic excellence. The thorn is a fruit of the
curse–it springs up because of
sin. "Thorns, also, and thistles shall it bring forth unto you." Not so
the lily–it is a fair type of the blessing which makes rich without
the sorrow of carking care. The thorn is the mark of wrath and the lily
is the symbol of Divine Providence. A true Believer is a blessing, a
tree whose leaves heal and whose fruit feeds. A genuine Christian is a
living Gospel, an embodiment of goodwill towards men. Did not the old
Covenant blessing run, "In you and in your seed shall all the nations
of the earth be blessed"? I cannot refrain from quoting a metrical
meditation of one who loved the Song of Solomon and drank into its
spirit. He says of the Church, she is–
"A radiant thing, where all is gloomy else,
Florescent where all else is barrenness.
A blossom in the desert, that proclaims
Man is no friendless outcast, hopeless doomed
To traverse scenes of wickedness and grief,
But, pilgrim as he is, has One who plans,
Not only to protect but cheer his way!
Oh, ever testifying desert flower,
Still holding forth the story of God's love,
How amazing it is that busy throngs
Pause not to look on you!
That few reflect
On the strange fact of your existence still, A lily among thorns–a
life in death, Distinct from, yet in contact with the world; Burning,
yet unconsumed; though cumbered, free With glorious liberty!"
Yes, the Church is a blessing, a blessing abiding and scattering its
delights in the midst of the curse–and each particular Believer is, in
his measure, a blessing, too, "as the lily among thorns."
A true Christian knows not how to harm his fellow men. He is like the
lily which stings no one and yet he lives among those who are full of
sharpness. He aims to please and not to provoke and yet he lives among
those whose existence is a standing menace. The thorn tears and
lacerates–it is all armed from its root to its topmost branch, defying
all comers. But there stands the lily–smiling, not defying–charming
and not harming! Such is the real Christian–holy, harmless, full of
love, gentleness and tenderness. Therein lies his excellence. The thorn
pierces, but the lily soothes. The very sight of it gives pleasure. Who
would not stop and turn aside to see a lily among thorns and think he
read a promise from his God to comfort him amid distress? Such is a
true Christian! He is a consolation in his family, a comfort in his
neighborhood, an ornament to his profession and a benediction to his
age.
He is all tenderness and gentleness and yet it may be he lives among
the envious, the malicious and the profane. He is a lily among thorns.
The thorn says, "Keep away! No one shall touch me with impunity." The
lily cries, "I come to you. I shed my soul abroad to please you." The
sweet odors of the lily of the valley are well known. Perhaps no plant
has so strong a savor about it of intense and exquisite sweetness as
that lily of the valley which is found in Palestine. Such is the
sanctified Believer. There is a secret something about him, a hallowed
savor which goes out from his life, so that his gra-ciousness is
discovered, for Grace, like its Lord, "cannot be hid." Even if the
regenerate man is not known as a professor, yet does he reveal himself
by the holiness of his life–"his speech betrays him."
When I was resting in the south I wandered by the side of a flowing
stream, gathering handfuls of maiden-hair fern from the verdant
bank–and as I walked along I was conscious of a most delicious
fragrance all around me. I cast my eye downward and I saw blue eyes
looking up from among the grass at my feet. The violets had hidden
themselves from sight, but they had betrayed themselves by their
delicious scent. So does a Christian reveal his hidden life. His tone
and temper and manners speak of his royal lineage, if, indeed, the
Spirit of God is in him. Such are the people of God–they court no
observation, but are like that modest flower of which the poet says–
"She never affects
The public walk, nor gaze of midday sun. She to no state nor dignity
aspires, But silent and alone puts on her suit
And sheds a lasting perfume, but for which We had not known there was a
thing so sweet Hidden in the gloomy shade."
I want you, dear Christian people, to be just like this–to have about
you a surpassing wealth of blessing and an unrivalled sweetness of
influence by which you shall be known of all men! Is it so with you, or
are you as rough and stern and repellant as a thorn thicket? Are you as
selfish and as quarrelsome as the unregenerate? Or do you shed yourself
away in sweet odors of self-denying kindness in your families and among
your neighbors? If you do, then does Jesus say of you, "As the lily
among thorns, so is My love among the daughters."
The last point with regard to our relationship to the world is that the
Church and many individual Christians are called to endure singular
trials which make them feel, "as the lily among thorns." That lovely
flower seems out of place in such company, does it not? Christ said,
"Behold, I send you forth as sheep among sheep"–no, no, that is my
mistake– "as sheep among wolves." It is a very blessed thing to be as
sheep among sheep–to lie down with them under the shadow of the great
rock and feed with them in green pastures under the Shepherd's eyes.
This is our privilege and we ought to value it greatly and unite with
the Church and frequent its ordinances. But even then we shall, some of
us, have to go home to an ungodly family, or to go out into the world
to win our bread and then we shall be as sheep among wolves.
Grow in the Church and you will be lilies in the garden, but you cannot
always live in the Tabernacle and so you will have to go back to the
ungodly world and there you will be lilies among thorns. The lily
startles you if you find it in such a position. Often you come upon one
of God's elect ones in a most unexpected manner and are as much amazed
as if an angel crossed your path! This is the wonder of the lily among
thorns. You are making your way over a wild heath and come to a tangled
thorn thicket through which you must force your way. As you are walking
through the dense mass, rending and tearing your garments, suddenly you
stand still as one who has seen a vision of angels, for there, among
the most rugged brambles, a lily lifts its lovely form and smiles upon
you!
You feel like Moses at the back of the desert when he saw the bush
which burned with fire and yet was not consumed! So have you met in a
back slum where blasphemy abounded, a beauteous child of God, whom all
recognized as such and you have felt amazed! So have you, in a wealthy
family full of worldliness and vanity, come upon a humble man or
patient woman living unto Christ and you have asked how came this Grace
to this house? So, too, in a foreign land, where all bowed down to
crucifixes and image, you have casually met with a confessor who has
stood his ground among idolaters, declaring for his God, not by his
speech so much as by his holy walk! The surprise has been great. Expect
many such surprises!
The Lord has a people where you look not for them. Think not that all
His lilies are in His garden! There are lilies among thorns and He
knows their whereabouts. Many saints reside in families where they will
never be appreciated any more than the lily is appreciated by the
thorns. This is painful, for the sympathy of our fellows is a great
comfort. Lilies of the valley love to grow in clusters and saints love
holy company and yet, in some cases it must not be–they must live
alone. Nor need we think that this loneliness is unrelieved, for God
goes out of the track of men and He visits those whom His own servants
are passing by. The poet says–
"Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on
the desert air." But the poet forgot that God is in the wilderness and
the solitary place and the sweetness of lonely flowers is His! He who
planted the lily among thorns sees its beauty! It is God's flower and
does it waste its sweetness because no human nostril smells it? It were
blasphemous to count that wasted which is reserved for the great King!
The Lord understands the incense of Nature better than we do and as He
walks abroad He rejoices in His works. Grace struggling in loneliness
is very choice in God's esteem. If man sees you not, O lonely Believer,
you may nevertheless sing, "You, God, see me." The flower which blooms
for God alone has a special honor put upon it and so has the saint
whose quiet life is all for Jesus. If you are unappreciated by those
around you, do not, therefore, be distressed, for you are honorable in
the sight of God!
The lily is altogether unassisted, too, by its surroundings–"the lily
among thorns" borrows nothing from the growth which gathers about it. A
genuine Christian is quite unhelped by ungodly men. And what is worse,
he is cumbered by them. Yet through Divine Grace he lives and grows!
You know how the good seed could not grow because of the thorns which
sprang up and choked it, but here is a good seed, a choice bulb, which
flourishes where you could not
have looked for it to do so! God can make His people live and blossom
even among the thorns where the ungodly, by their evil influences,
would choke and destroy them. Happy it is when the gracious one can
overtop the thorn thicket which would check his growth and make his
influence to be known and felt above the grossness of surrounding sin.
We would not do justice to this text if we failed to see in it a
reminder of the persecution to which many of the best of God's people
are subjected. They live all their lives like the lily among thorns.
Some of you, dear Friends, are in this condition. You can hardly speak
a word but what it is picked up and made mischief of. You cannot
perform an action but what it is twisted and motives imputed to you
which you know not of. Nowadays persecutors cannot drag men to the
stake, but the old trial of cruel mocking is still continued–in some
cases it rages even more fiercely than ever. God's people have been a
persecuted people in all times and you only fare as they fare. Bear
well the burden common to all the chosen! Make no great wonder of
it–this bitter trial has happened to many more before–and you may
well rejoice that you are now in fellowship with Apostles and Prophets
and honorable men of all ages!
The lily among thorns should rejoice that it is a lily and not a
thorn–and when it is wounded it should consider it a matter of course
and bloom on. But why does the Lord put His lilies among thorns? It is
because He works transformations, singular transformations, by their
means. He can make a lily grow among thorns till the thorns grow into
lilies! Remember how it is written, "The wilderness and the solitary
place shall be glad for them and the desert shall rejoice and blossom
as the rose." He can set a Christian in a godless family till first one
and, then, another shall feel the Divine power and shall say, "We will
go with you, for we perceive that God is with you." It cannot happen in
Nature, but it does happen perpetually in Grace–that the sweet perfume
of the lily Believer, shed abroad upon the thorn thicket of the
ungodly–turns it into a garden of lilies!
Such holy work among ungodly people is the truest and best "FLOWER
MISSION." They do well who give flowers to cheer the poor in their
dreary habitations, but they do better, still, who are, themselves,
flowers in the places where they live! Be lilies, my dear Brothers and
Sisters–preach by your actions! Preach by your kindness and by your
love! Do this and I feel quite sure that your influence will be a power
for good. If the Holy Spirit helps all of you to stand among your
associates as lilies among the thorns, the day will come when thorns
will die out and lilies will spring up on every side! Then sin will be
banished and Grace will abound!
An Australian gentleman told me yesterday that in his colony the arum
lily abounds as much as weeds do with us. When will this happen
spiritually on our side of the globe? Ah, when? Blessed Lord, when will
You remove the curse? When will You bring the better days? These are
ill times when the thorns grow thicker and more sharp than ever–
protect Your lilies, increase their number, preserve their snowy
whiteness and delight Yourself in them for Jesus' sake, Amen.
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The Fair Portrait of a Saint