The Panting Deer
A Sermon
(No. 822)
Delivered on Lord's-Day Morning, July 20, 1868, by
C. H. SPURGEON,
at the [32]Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.
"As the deerpants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after
You, O God."
Psalm 42:1.
THERE is something to be lamented in this state of mind, for if the
Psalmist had maintained unbroken communion with his God, he would not
have been so much panting after Him as enjoying Him. It is deeply to be
deplored that we, who sometimes bask in the sunshine of God's
Countenance, cannot live so as always to enjoy it. Why do we wander?
Why do we grieve His Holy Spirit? Why do we turn aside from God, our
exceeding joy? Why do we provoke Him to jealousy and cause Him to make
us grope in darkness, and sigh out of a lonely and desolate heart?
There is much of an evil heart of unbelief in departing from the living
God.
If, therefore, we can join in the language of the text, we must not too
much congratulate ourselves, for though it is a sign of Divine Grace to
pant after God as the deer pants for the water brooks, yet it is an
equally certain sign of a need of more Grace, and the loss of a
privilege which we should strive always to possess. We are yet but poor
in spiritual things when we might be rich. We are thirsting when we
might put flagons to our lips. At the same time there is very much
which is commendable in the desire expressed in the text–the
insatiable desire which burned in the Psalmist's heart is a heavenly
flame enkindled from above.
If I have not my Lord in near and dear communion, it is at least the
next best thing to be unutterably wretched until I find Him. If I do
not sit at His banquets, yet blessed are they that do hunger and thirst
after righteousness. If my Beloved is not in my embrace, yet so long as
I am not contented without Him–so long as I sigh, and cry, and follow
hard after Him–I may be assured that I am in the possession of His
love and that before long I shall find Him to the joy of my soul. Our
text, then, has a warp and a woof of differing colors–sin and Grace
are mingled–the wine is mixed with water, yet it is wine. There is
some alloy in the silver, yet silver it assuredly is.
David sighs as none but a Believer can do, and yet if he had not been a
sinner, too, such sighs had not been necessary. Brothers and Sisters,
such good and such evil are in you–search and look–and pray the great
Spirit to remove the ill and nourish the good.
I. Coming straight to the text, we shall notice, in the first place,
THE OBJECT OF THE DESIRE which the Psalmist here describes. The deer
pants after the water brooks and David pants after his God, the living
God. I do not find him expressing a single word of regret as to his
absence from his throne. Probably he wrote this Psalm when he had been
expelled from his country by his ungrateful son, Absalom. But he does
not say, "My soul pants after my royalties and the splendor of the
kingdom of Judah." No, not a word of it. He lets the baubles go. He
gives up these uneasy pomps, content to let all go forever if he may
but find his God.
Well may we let the chaff go if we retain the wheat. I do not find him
even mentioning his home, and yet he was a man of a loving spirit who
delighted to bless his household. But here I read not a word concerning
his palace, his gardens, or his treasuries–not even for his children
can he spare a sigh! Let him be banished from his own house and it will
not displease him if he is not banished from the House of God, also. To
him his dwelling place was the Lord, and dwelling in the secret place
of the Most High, his joys were all complete.
Nor is there even a word about his much loved country. David was a very
prince of patriots, yet he sighs not for Jerusalem. He pines not for
the well of Bethlehem–neither the roses of Sharon nor the lilies of
the valley command his lamentations–for the excellency of Carmel or
the glory of Lebanon he utters no cry of desire. His one sigh is for
his God, the God of his life, his exceeding joy! When shall he come and
appear before God? When shall he join in the assembly and keep the
Sabbath?
This one grief, like a huge torrent, swept away all minor streams,
absorbing themselves into its own rush and volume. Like an avalanche
which binds the snow masses to itself as it descends, so his one desire
concentrated all the vehemence and force of his nature. His God, his
God–he cannot live without his God! He cries for Him as a lost child
for its father. As a bleating lamb he will not be content till he finds
his parent. David pined for permission to enjoy, again, the means of
Divine Grace. He longed to go up to the Tabernacle once again. He
desired to see the priests offering the sacrifices, and himself go unto
the altar of God.
But observe, Beloved, that he does not dwell upon the outward worship,
nor dilate upon its symbolic pomp and sacred splendor–he passes right
through them all, as the priest of old passed through the outer court!
Only the innermost court will satisfy him. He penetrates within the
shell and desires the inward kernel. The carnal ordinance cannot
content him–he must have the spiritual life and substance. He does not
so much pine for the sacrifices as for his God–neither for the priest,
nor for the altar, nor for the tabernacle does he cry–but for his God!
He had learned what modern professors have not learned–that the
outward is nothing, and the inward is everything!
"The kingdom of God is within you." It is not meat, nor drink, nor
outward worship. And the God whom you adore is not pleased with your
words and your genuflections. He is not pleased with your outward forms
of speech and observance. He is only pleased when you press through all
this and come to HIM–come into fellowship with Him and speak to Him as
a spirit speaking with a Spirit–as one possessing a secret life
speaking in the power of that life to the invisible and ever-living
God.
This is what David longed after, then. Not his throne, nor his house,
nor his country, nor even the outward means of Grace by themselves, but
his God he panted after, his God alone! And this was his cry, "When
shall I come and appear before God?" I suppose the longing of the
Psalmist to have consisted of the following particulars. He longed to
appear before his God, that is to say, heartily to unite in the worship
of the assembled crowd. He could have worshipped alone, but sympathy
has great power over the human mind–and to join with our Brethren of
one faith is very helpful to our devotion. Besides, in that age of
types there was one spot sacred above all others, and every devout
Israelite was bound to go up to the sacred shrine.
David remembered when the great shout went up at the tabernacle gate to
Him–"whose mercy endures forever." In his loneliness his fancy brought
to his ears the song of the multitude as they chanted the glorious
hallelujah, and he pined to be there to swell the strain. Not, however,
because the merely being there would satisfy him, but because he felt
if he could join the throng, he was in such a state of soul that he
could throw his whole heart into the worship. And, O my Brothers and
Sisters, you and I, when we lose, for awhile, the freshness of our
spirituality, how we desire to get it back again that we may once more,
in vitality of godliness, worship God with His people!
Oh, it is blessed to be here when we can stand and sing unto our
Well-Beloved a song! When we can kneel with the congregation and join
in the common supplication, ourselves getting a grip of the Angel and
holding Him fast, and not letting Him go until He blesses us! Is it not
delightful to listen to the Word preached in the great congregation,
when the morsel is dipped in the honey for you in particular? What joy
when I can glean among the sheaves for myself and gather the handfuls
that are let fall on purpose for me, and can carry home my part of the
day's provision with humble gratitude!
Is it not so, Beloved? And if you have fallen into such a state of mind
that you do not, now, enjoy the services of God's House as you once
did, I would persuade you to ask the Lord to give you the strong desire
of David–that you may, again, in spirit in very truth appear before
God–for, I beseech you, never let the mere coming together content
you! But let your panting be like that of the stag–after the water
brook and nothing else–for GOD, for GOD, for GOD Himself, and nothing
short of Him!
It is right to pine for the outward services when we feel that they are
profitable to us. Or when we have been banished from the Church of God
for awhile, or have been confined by sickness, or have been compelled
to sit under an unprofitable ministry. We may, then, well sigh for the
very walls which enclose the people whom we love, then. Often in
France, and Switzerland, and Italy, have I felt the power of this
text–
"As the hart pants after the water brooks,
So pants my soul after You, O God,"
and I have sung–
"Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within Your House, O God of Grace!
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to lea ve Your door."
Further than this, David's desire comprehended a longing after a
restored confidence as to his interest in the love of God. He knew that
God loved him. Three or four times over in his Psalm he speaks like a
man whose faith holds its own. "For I shall yet praise Him," he says,
"who is the health of my countenance and my God." A man may know his
interest in Christ, and yet it may be a matter of some dispute with
him–he may derive but little present comfort from it. But oh, how
delightful it is when we know whom we have believed, and are persuaded
that He is able to keep that which we have committed to Him!
When the Lord's everlasting, unbounded, unchangeable love to us is no
more a matter of question than our own existence–when we can say, "My
Father, God," with an unfaltering tongue–this is the cream of life!
And as the deer pants after the water brooks, so ought we to pant after
this–that we may always know by the Infallible witness of the Holy
Spirit that assuredly we are in the love of God–that our name is
written in the Book of Life. That we ourselves are forever dear to the
eternal Father, and registered in the rolls of the family that He has
begotten! Oh, happy they who possess this! Dear Friend, if you do not
at this hour enjoy it, seek it, seek it ravenously, beyond all bounds
of intensity! Seek it until you find it in sweet dependence upon Jesus.
But David wanted more than this. Not merely, as we have said, to
worship God heartily and to have a confidence in the Divine love, but
he longed to have that love shed abroad in his heart. You know,
Beloved, what this means, this outpouring of Divine love, when it is
not merely a belief with you that God loves you, but you even feel that
love of God shed abroad within you by the Holy Spirit which is given
unto you. Oh, what joy this is! When it is at its full it is ravishing!
So that whether in the body or out of the body we can sometimes
scarcely tell! The love of God often overpowers the Believer with its
delight–he is faint with glory, sick of love!
Have you ever felt as if you were dwelling in the suburbs of Heaven,
standing in the border land between the Glory-life and the life that
now is, tasting the clusters of Eshcol and drinking from the crystal
cups of the marriage supper? Beloved, under these rolling skies there
is no bliss like the earnest of the Spirit, that foretaste of celestial
feasts, that pledge of joys to come. Oh, yes, Beloved, when we have
actual fellowship with the Father and with His Son, Jesus Christ, our
joy is Divinely crowned with a coronet of loving kindness! There is a
floodtide of the River of Life in our spirit– every thought is active,
every power is inspired, every passion is elevated–and the whole man
is filled with all the fullness of God–
"Plunged in the Godhead's deepest sea,
And lost in its immensity."
Now, abiding fellowship with God ought to be our daily life. The
enjoyment of God's love ought not to be a thing of yesterday, nor of
today, but of all days–forevermore should we walk with God as Enoch
did. And if for awhile this holy joy is broken or withdrawn from us,
then ought we with incessant importunity to take up the language of the
text, and declare that, "as the deer pants after the water brooks, so
pants our soul after You, O God." Beloved, it may be this morning that
I am speaking to some of you who, at one time, were very lively and
active Christians, making great advances in the Divine life. But, alas,
at the present moment you feel yourselves to be very dull and heavy,
and you are uneasy that it should be so.
I thank God for that uneasiness! May these waves rise higher within you
until they drive you back to your first moorings and drift you to the
place where once you had so much joy and peace. I think I know what
your experience is– I know it, alas, too well, by having experienced
it myself!–
"What peaceful hours we once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill."
We had just found Jesus, and we did not know how to think enough of
Him, or speak well enough of His dear name. Now, alas, day will pass
after day and we scarcely say a word to His honor, or try to bring one
poor heart to be enamored of Him. Then the services of God's House were
inexpressibly delightful. We wished that Sundays were never over, and
when they ended we looked forward to the next occasion when we should
meet with the saints of God. But now we come and we go like the door on
the hinges. We find no water in the well of ordinances. Time was when
we worked much for our Lord, and in all we did, we did it with all our
might, throwing heart and soul into every labor. We felt His sweet
Presence in all our service, and indeed, at all times.
If we walked by the way, we walked with Him. If we awoke in the night,
our soul was still with Him. If we were busy during the day, yet
prayers were darted up in the little intervals between our business.
But now, alas, it is not so as once it was. We can go day after
day–not without prayer, thank God–not without praise, not without the
assembling of ourselves together at ordinary times–but, alas, without
the life, without the energy, without the joy, without the peace,
without the holy anointing which we then knew.
Oh, then, Beloved, let us not settle upon our lees! Let us tremble, for
chastisement is near! The rod will surely come upon us! God will not
leave His children unchastened when they thus decline from His love.
Gray hairs are coming upon us here and there, and now that we are made
to see them, let us return unto Him from whom we have backslidden! He,
gently, this morning says to us by a Brother's voice, "Return, you
backsliding children." Let it be our business to return! Meanwhile let
our spirits be filled with the earnest desire of the text, for it will
give us wings with which to return. "As the deer pants after the water
brooks, so pants my soul after You, O God."
II. We will now change the subject by considering THE CHARACTERISTICS
OF THE DESIRE which we have
tried to describe. These characteristics are brought out by a metaphor.
David compares himself to a stag when tormented with thirst. The
comparison brings out, in the first place, as the characteristic of
this desire, directness. The deer pants– what for? You need not repeat
the question or pause for a reply. Everybody can see, by its smoking
flanks, uplifted head, its palpitating heart, its rolling eyes, its
thrust-out tongue–that it is panting for the water brooks.
So with David–he is ill at ease, but it is no question with him what
he needs to give him rest of heart–"So pants my soul after You, O
God," he says, and so he goes at once to the point. He knew where he
was–there is no beating about the bush, no tacking to and fro–he
directs his arrow straight at the center of the target. "My soul
thirsts for God–for the living God." Beloved, it is a great mercy when
you and I know what we need, for ungodly men do not know. They thirst,
but like petulant children, they know not what they are crying for.
They long, and they pant, and their question is, "Who will show us any
good?"
But you and I know that our great need is the light of God's
Countenance! And we have come to this. And we will stand to this. And
we will hold to this, that we will never cease pleading till we really
see that face which makes the Heaven of angels, and is all the Heaven
we desire. Now, dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ, is your desire as
distinct and direct towards God as was the desire of David in the text?
If not, chide yourself. Chide yourself that you should be hovering in
circles where the straight line is so much better. Bring out in plain
words your soul's desire. Let it well up from the lowest depths of your
spirit, "I need–I need my God. I do not languish for that which others
are fascinated with. I do not crave what others are ambitious for–but
my God, my God–let me serve You, and enjoy You forevermore! Why have
You forsaken me? Return unto me now! Restore unto me the joy of Your
salvation! Say unto my soul, I am your salvation! Reveal Your Son in
me, and be Yourself my ever-present Friend."
Notice next in the text the unity of the saint's desire. The deer longs
after nothing else but water brooks. There may have been other times
when the poor stag had other natural desires–he may have desired the
grassy plains or the shady woods–but now, hunted, wearied, steaming,
panting, it must drink or die. It has but one thought–the water
brooks, the cool rippling rills, the refreshing pools.
Now, Beloved Brother or Sister, if you are about to get a blessing from
the Lord, you will have but one desire– your God, your God! You will
have gathered up all your affections into one affection and they will
all be ascending towards your Lord! You will make no conditions, no
stipulations with Him. If He will but come, even though He brings a rod
with Him, you will be contented if He will but come. If you may but
have His company, you will accept poverty, or the weary bed of
sickness, or bereavement, or anything and everything which He may allot
to you–if you may but have fellowship with Jesus!
Let others ask for the bursting wine vat, or the barn that is filled
with corn. For you it will be enough if you find your Beloved and may
but hold Him and not let Him go, for this is the one and only
all-absorbing longing of your hungering and thirsting spirit–that you
may find your God–and be comforted with His eternal consolation. Have
you ever seen a little child that has lost its way crying in the
streets for "Mother"? Now, you shall give that child what you will, but
it will not stop its crying for "Mother." It has lost her, and cannot
be content.
Take the little wanderer into your house. Show it many toys. Give it
many sweets, but all are of no avail, it wants "Mother," and its little
heart will burst unless it finds her. Now just show the little one its
mother, let it fly into her bosom, and what more does it want? How
perfectly content it is to be there! So have I felt that if I might but
sob myself to sleep on the bosom of my dear God–if I must have all
else taken away from me, if so it should please Him, if I could but be
with Him–no other desire or longing could ever cross my soul. I know
it is so with all the family of the Lord our God. Their love to Him
makes His Presence their All in All.
See that dove just taken from the cage to be set free. Tempt it to
remain with you! Cast down the seeds it loves to feed upon. No, it will
not dwell with you. It mounts, it makes a few circles in the air, and
then having turned its eye to the dear familiar dovecote, it is all
wing for home. What can stop its flight? Call to it, allure it as you
will! Straight as an arrow from a bow it flies to its own beloved home
and rests not its weary wings till it rests in the house of its love.
Even so is it with the Believer's soul. Let him but go free and have
his desire. Unbind him of his corruptions. Strip him of his cares.
Liberate him from his unbelief. Let him have his freedom and he will
fly at once to his Lord Jesus! And nothing can tempt him to linger or
find solace save in that blessed bosom of infinite love! A saint must
have Christ to abide with him as the one thing necessary to him, for
this, like Mary, he leaves all Martha's cares to sit at Jesus' feet.
Observe next the intensity of this desire. "As the deer pants after the
water brooks, so pants my soul after You." The panting of a thirsty
deer is something terrible to see. It appears to thirst all over–every
pore of its body is thirsting. It is not alone that heated tongue,
those snorting nostrils, those glaring eyes–but the creature in every
part, in every hair thirsts and pants. And so with the Believer when he
is without his God! If his soul is in a right state he longs with all
the force of his being to get back into his former happy condition.
There is no stopping him, there is no making him pause. Surely the
Psalmist chose thirst for this reason–because it is a longing not to
be appeased.
Men have gone for days without food, but they could not, during the
same length of time, abstain from drink. In a long and weary march
soldiers have been able to endure much absence of solids, but we find
in cases like the marches of Alexander, that soldiers have died by
hundreds from lack of drink. It has been said hunger you can palliate
for awhile, but thirst is awful. You cannot reason with it. Thirst has
no ears. You cannot forget it–the more thirsty the man becomes the
more does the need thrust itself before him. O my God, painful as is
such a spiritual thirst, yet would I desire to be always in this state
when I am not in immediate fellowship with You! I would be so thirsty
as to never to find a moment's peace, nor ease, nor comfort, except
when I am near to You.
"Tears have been my meat," says David, "day and night." As though he
could get nothing from himself by way of comfort, for his soul flowed
over at his eyes in briny tears which made him thirstier still. Still
his cry went up at morn and midnight, "My God, my God, I must behold
You, I must approach You, I must enjoy Your love. Shut me not up in
this dungeon. Cast me not from Your presence, take not Your Holy Spirit
from me. Bring me to Yourself again, for I long, I groan, I faint, I
die for You. O come to me and manifest Your favor." Such is the strong
desire of the text–such let ours be.
Further, we ought to say that the text manifests, as one characteristic
of this longing, a vitality. As we have already said, thirst is
connected with the very springs of life. Men must drink or die. So the
Christian comes to feel that it is not a luxury to walk with God–a
luxury with which he may perhaps dispense–but it is an absolute
necessity for his spirit. Consider, my Brothers and Sisters, what
danger we are in when we live at a distance from God! What danger of
backsliding further and further! What danger of being tempted to gross
sin! Consider how we are grieving the Holy Spirit! Consider what
comforts and mercies we are losing! Consider what dishonor we are
likely to bring upon the holy name we profess! Consider how unkind we
are to the Husband of our souls–to that dear heavenly Lover who did
not spare His heart's blood that He might buy us for Himself–that He
might have all our heart's love! Consider all this, and we shall make
it a vital point to return unto our God. It will not seem to us as
though it might be or might not be, but we shall feel that it must be.
We cannot be content without the light of Jehovah's Countenance! O God,
as the deer must die without water, so must my soul die without a sense
of Your love again restored to me!
It would not appear in our version, but it appears in the Scotch
Psalter, and it appears in the margin of our old Bibles, that the text
describes an expressive desire. Note the Scotch version–
"Like as the deer for water brooks
In thirst does pant and bray."
In the margin of your Bibles you have, "As the deer brays after the
water brooks." It lifts up its voice. It is usually so silent, so all
but dumb–but it now begins to bray in awful agony after the water
brooks. So the Believer has a desire which forces itself into
expression. That expression may often be inarticulate. He may have
groans which cannot be uttered, and they are all the deeper for being
unutterable. They are all the more sincere and deep because language
may not be able to describe them.
In the Psalm before us, you find that David expressed his desire in
prayers, and then, if these did not suffice, in tears, and then he
turned to prayers again. The child of God will so continue to cry, and
pray, and seek, and weep–nor will he be satisfied till by all manner
of ways he has expressed before his God the insatiable longing of his
thirsty spirit. I do therefore, dearly beloved Brothers and Sisters in
Christ, speak to you now, this morning, and say if you have lost the
Presence of God. If the light of Jehovah's Countenance has been
withdrawn from you, and you are desiring to return– cultivate that
desire and bring it to the highest pitch of fervor. If it is but like
one live coal, put another to it! Pile your desires together till they
glow like coals of juniper which have a most vehement heat.
Pray God the Holy Spirit to fill your heart will all-consuming flames
till your heart is hot within you with longings after God. Take care
that you express your growing desires day by day and hour by hour–in
perpetual solicitations that Jesus would come to you and manifest
Himself to you as He does not to the world. It is a blessed thing not
to need thus to plead because you already rejoice in the smile of the
blessed Lover of your souls! But the next best thing is to sigh and cry
until your head is once again on your Master's bosom, and the kisses of
His lips are yours. Do you know there is a sweetness about this bitter
longing? When the desire is strong the veil is thin, and the longing
soul feels some gleams of love even while panting for it.
Oh, it is sweet to pant and hunger after Jesus! It is a sort of Heaven
to pine after Jesus! The sweet smell which He leaves behind Him makes
it sweet to follow Him. To meditate on Him is precious! To admire Him
at a distance is delightful, but oh, to HAVE Him! Angels cannot
describe this joy! Yes, Beloved in the Lord, it is a blessed thing to
pine after Jesus! And even if the mountains of Bether rise between, it
is precious to wait, till, like a roe or a young deer, He comes leaping
over the hills to reveal Himself to His languishing ones!
III. We will now, in the third place, turn to another point, THE
EXCITING CAUSES of this desire after God. These exciting causes are,
first, something inward. When a man pants after God, it is a secret
life within which makes him do it–he would not long after God by
nature. No man thirsts after God while he is left in his carnal state.
The unrenewed man pants after anything sooner than God–he longs to
escape from the Presence of the Lord, for to him it is a dreadful
thought that there should be a God at all!
He would be glad enough if someone could prove beyond a doubt that
there was no God. It proves a renewed nature when you long after God!
It is a work of Divine Grace in your soul, and you may be thankful for
it. It proves, however, that this renewed nature is not an independent
thing which can live on its own resources. A camel does not pant after
water brooks because it carries its own water within it. But the deer
does because it has no inward resources. After being hunted on a hot
day, it has no inward supplies. It is drained of its moisture. So are
we. We do not carry a store of Grace within, of our own, upon which we
can rely. We need to come again, and again, and again to the Divine
fountain and drink again from the eternal spring. Therefore it is
because we have a new life and that life is dependent upon God and has
all its fresh springs in Him, that we pant and thirst after Him.
O Christian, if you had a sacred life which could be maintained by its
own energies within, you might do without your God! But since you are
naked, and poor, and miserable apart from Him, you must come and drink
day by day of the living springs or else you faint and die. But the
causes of the thirst were also outward. The stag pants for the water
brooks not only from within, but because of the heat of the sun or of
the distance it has traveled. It also pants because of the dogs that
have hunted it so far.
So the Believer–so David in the text. Enemies said to him, "Where is
your God?" They were barking at his heels. His troubles had been
multiplied–"All Your waves and Your billows have gone over me." And
this made him turn to his God. I believe a man's enemies are often his
best friends. To be pierced with sharp troubles, now and then, will
serve for our enlivening if Divine Grace so sanctifies the pain. Any
outward affliction which drives us nearer to our God is a God-send for
which we should be devoutly grateful.
Moreover, the source of David's longings lay partly in the past. The
deer pants after the water brooks because it has a recollection of the
coolness of the streams from which it has drunk before, and therefore
it longs to drink again. So David said, "I remember You from the land
of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the Hill Mizar." He remembered
when he went with the assembly to the House of God, with the multitude
who kept the Sabbath. So do we long after God because we have a
cheerful recollection of the comforts we have had in years gone by when
we have been in His fellowship. Did you ever have such delightful
seasons as when you have lived near to God? Were you ever so happy and
so blessed as when the Holy Spirit, like a sacred dove, brooded over
your spirit? You know that these were the best days of your life! Then,
I pray you, remembering these sweet things, pant after them again, and
so let the past quicken your desires!
Further, the desire which David had, sprung from the present as well as
the past. He was at that present moment in a position of eminent
distress. "All Your waves and Your billows," says he, "have gone over
me." And this, also, should make us fly to God, for what distress is
there which He cannot alleviate? What wound is there which the Presence
of God cannot heal? Our God is the cordial of our care, the balm of our
woe–He is our All in All. Do but get to God and you are like the
mariner who has reached his port–the storms are over, now, for him–he
cares little how the winds howl, or the waves roar. Believer, rest in
your God, and you have obtained all your capacious powers can wish–and
your troubles, and your wants, and your needs will be forgotten in your
overflowing joy!
Moreover, there was a fourth spring, namely, the future. "Hope in God,"
he says, "for I shall yet praise Him." He panted after his God because
he had a keen perception that peaceful times would yet return to him.
When a man is despairing and fancies that the sun will never rise, it
is hard to cheer him. But once indoctrinate him with the belief that
there are happier seasons yet in store–predestinated periods when the
light of God's Countenance shall shine full in his face–and the man
plucks up courage! O Beloved, no child of God has any reason to
despair! God will appear to His people! He cannot forsake them!
"Can a woman forsake her sucking child, that she should not have
compassion on the son of her womb? Yes, they may forget, yet will I
never forget you." It is not possible that He who counts the stars, and
calls them all by names, should pass over one of His elect, His called,
His adopted people! Be of good cheer, then, you shipwrecked one! Though
each billow should be angrier than the former and drown you deeper in
distress, yet the arm of God is not shortened that it cannot save,
neither is His ear heavy that it cannot hear! Look forward to better
times, and looking forward, let your panting and your longings
increase! May God give you a hunger because there is a banquet. May He
give you a thirst because there are flagons of which you may drink. May
He give you great desires, for if you open your mouth ever so wide He
will certainly fill it.
I have thus tried to unveil the springs, the inward and outward, the
future, the present, and the past from which our desires come. And now,
before I conclude, I would ask every deserted Believer whether he does
at this time feel such vehement panting? If not, I do think it is a
subject for most solemn anxiety. We ought to bestir ourselves lest we
sleep ourselves into death. There are certain conditions of the human
frame in which sleep becomes absolutely deadly–the poor patient must
be kept in motion, must be wounded with needles, roughly treated lest
he should sleep. And there are times when, if we are permitted to sleep
spiritually, it must end in our eternal ruin. At such times, when we
feel the slumbering tendency coming over us, we ought to be alarmed
lest we should turn out to be as others who sleep themselves into Hell!
May God awaken us, though it be by thunderbolts! May He shake us, even
though it is with His roughest hand and break us with His fiercest
tempest sooner than suffer us quietly and calmly to glide down the
stream of indifference until we are dashed over the precipice of
apostasy and are lost. Of course, the true child of God cannot be cast
away. But now, if I should have been a deceiver, even after having
preached to others, or united in church fellowship with others, I could
come to be, myself, a castaway.
O that such thoughts may possess our minds till we are racked by them
and driven with the insatiable desire of the text to long after the
Presence of our God!
IV. Lastly, these words suggest, in concluding, a few COMFORTABLE
ENCOURAGEMENTS. I do not like, myself, to be in the condition of merely
longing after God–I trust I can say I have walked with God and enjoyed
the sense of His love for many a day. But ah, there is no thirst like
the thirst of the man who has once known what the sweetness of the wine
of Heaven is! He that has never eaten manna may be satisfied with the
gritty brown bread of earth, but heavenly manna is a hunger-making
thing!
If you once get the flavor in your mouth, you will never be content
unless you have it always there. It would be an awful thing for a man
who has once known spiritual life if he could be eternally cast away,
because in Hell no others would have known the joy which he has known
and consequently they could not know the misery which he feels in
having lost it. Among all the miserable poor in this world, none are so
wretched as those who once were rich, because they have acquired habits
which make poverty unendurable. A poor king must be poor, indeed. And
what would it be for a child of God, if he once had been able to roll
under his tongue the sweet morsel, and once had leaned on Jesus' bosom,
if he could, after all, be tormented in the flames of Tophet?
It would be awful, indeed, if, after having drunk of the wines on the
lees well-refined, he should be doomed to cry for a drop of water, like
Dives! And after having eaten of fat things full of marrow, he should
be cast into the land of drought and famine! Thank God it cannot be–it
shall not be while God lives, for the strong hands of Christ and of the
Father will protect the chosen people! This shall not be, but still to
lose a sense of the Lord's love, even for an hour, is dreadful enough.
Yet there are one or two comforts which arise out of a longing and
panting for the Lord. They are these–in the first place, if you have a
longing after your God, where does it come from? Certainly it is not
rooted in the dunghill of human nature! This is too fair a flower to
have been blown here by the winds of chance, or to have sprung up
naturally from your own corruptions. The Eternal Spirit gave you that
desire! Thank Him for it! He has not quite given you up! This desire is
a gift from God–accept it gratefully and see the Father's love
reflected from the jewel. Secondly, if God has given me this desire,
will He not fulfill it? Is it after the manner of men to excite a
desire and not fulfill it? And if we, being evil, could not be so
unkind, much less shall our God!
He will not tantalize His child, He will not make him hungry and refuse
to feed him. Oh, no! My God, if You have made me thus to thirst and
pant, I may rest assured You will give me the water brooks to drink
from, and I shall be refreshed with Your love! Let me remember, in the
next place, that if I have wandered from my God, He is very willing to
forgive. Oh, how ready is our Father to receive His wandering children!
It is a part of the consequences of our sin that we think harshly of
Him whom we have grieved. We offend our loving Husband, the Lord Jesus,
and then we think He will not take us back again into those dear arms.
But He will–"I will heal their backsliding, I will love them freely:
for My anger is turned away from them." He tells us that if our brother
offend us 70 times seven, we are yet to forgive him–and will not He
forgive us? Recollect how often He forgave His people in the
wilderness. Remember, to come closer home, how often He has borne with
us! How often when He might have swept us away with the besom of
destruction, He has said, "They are My children," and He has again been
a Father to us. Nevertheless, He has saved us for His name's sake. When
we have been foolish and ignorant, and have been as beasts before Him,
nevertheless we have been continually with Him and He has held us with
His right hand.
Let us return to Him, then, since He is so ready and so willing to
forgive. Let us return to Him this morning and let us remember that
when we return out of the sadness and sorrow of our present estate, we
shall very soon be uplifted into the light! It does not take the Lord
long to make summer time in a wintry heart. One glance of His love
turns the darkness of the soul's night into the brightest day! Come to
Him, Christian, and before you are aware of it, your soul shall be like
the chariots of Amminadab–He will strike down Dagon in the temple of
your heart and set up the Ark of the Covenant in his place. He will
turn your captivity as the streams in the south–you who were bound
with chains shall be emancipated–you who were clothed with sackcloth
shall wear fine linen and beauteous apparel! You shall anoint your
faces with fresh oil and you shall go forth in the dance with them that
make merry in the Lord.
Remember, time is not a thing to be taken into consideration with God.
In an instant He wills it and it is done! He commands and it stands
fast. To the dark earth He said, "Let there be light," and light
flashed forth at once. And this very afternoon you may become among the
very happiest of His people though you came here this morning heavily
burdened. I have been crying today, "Lord, You know what a dry,
parched-up plant my soul is, like yonder poor brown grass which has
only a little root left, and no more, for it is all burnt up. Lord,
there seems to be no dew nor rain these months for my soul, and
therefore, O Lord, Your poor, pining plant is ready to die! Have You
forgotten it? Will Your loving mercy never return?"
Beloved, the rain will come upon us! Perhaps even during this sermon
the dew has fallen and you who were like the heath in the desert are
beginning to blossom and bring forth fruit unto His name. O may it be
so, and may you who thought that the Lord had forgotten you find that
He remembers you in the fullness of His loving kindness and in the
plenitude of His Grace. So may God do to each one of us, for His name's
sake. Amen.
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Noah's Flood
A Sermon