The Joy of the Lord'. 2
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Nehemiah marked out for the people, a way of duty. Instead of giving way to weeping, when they thought of their sins—he sent them to a service that would lead them to joy. "He said unto them, Go and celebrate with a feast of choice foods and sweet drinks. This is a sacred day before our Lord. Do not be dejected and sad, for the joy of the Lord is your strength!"
Passive grief is not the penitence which God desires us to nourish when we have sinned. He desires repentance, and then turning to him in joyful obedience. We are not to waste our time in vain regret and idle grieving, when we have done foolishly. Instead, we are to begin at once to rebuild what sin has destroyed, and enter at once upon a beautiful life.
A poet tells of walking in his garden one morning after a storm. There he saw a torn bird's nest lying on the ground—part of the ruin the storm had wrought. The poet had a gentle heart and began to pity the birds in the loss they had suffered. But as he stood there under the tree, thinking sadly of what had happened, he heard chattering voices above him, and looking up he saw the birds busy at the rebuilding of their ruined nest. So it should be with us, when disaster has come to us. We should not waste a moment in grieving over the ruin—but should quickly begin to rebuild our place with joy and trust. The days are holy unto the Lord, and the only way to spend holy days—is to devote them to ministries of love.
That is what Nehemiah bade his people to do. They had sinned—but they were not to give a moment to grieving over their folly and evil. There was not an instant to waste. The only true thing to do, was to set about the doing of their duty. First, they were to celebrate the festival in their own homes. "Go and celebrate with a feast of choice foods and sweet drinks." God loves gladness. He wants his children to be happy. Worship in Old Testament days was to find its expression in feasting. Certain parts of the offerings brought to the altar were to be consumed in the holy fire, and then certain parts were to be given back to the worshiper to be eaten by himself and his family. With these portions, sacred because they had been given to God, he was to hold a feast in his own house, not a feast of revelry—but of pure feasting. A holy day was not a solemn, sad day—but a day bright with joy, a festival day.
Too often, even in the Christian church, religion has been misrepresented as something somber and without gladness. Men have thought of God as terrible, not a happy friend to whom they could come with glad heart—but one before whom they could appear only with awe and dread. Children have been frightened with the warning that God saw them, and would punish them—as if that was God's chief business with them. The worship of God has been represented as observed without joy. But this is an utterly false representation of the divine character. God is love, and love is joy. He is the blessed God, the happy God. The religion of Christ is all gladness. We are taught to rejoice in the Lord. There are more calls in the Bible to praise—than there are even to pray. Holiness is gladness. Jesus Christ was ushered into the world with a burst of angels' songs. His life on the earth was full of joy. He was a sufferer—but he illumined every sorrow he endured, with shining gladness. He was the light of the world. His teaching was full of beatitudes, blesseds.
All the highest expressions of the religious spirit are in song. The Jews here at Jerusalem were commanded to cease their weeping and in their own homes to celebrate with a feast of choice foods and sweet drinks. Emphasis was thus put upon the true holiness of home. It was there, and not in the temple, that they were to celebrate the essential part of the worship. It was to be celebrated, too, as a glad family meal—and not as a burdensome, solemn ritual. They were to find the gladness, not the sorrow; the sweetness, not the bitterness; the best of everything, not the worst. The day was holy to the Lord and there were not to be tears—but songs.
Another feature of the day, was loving thought of others. They were to eat the fat and drink the sweet at home—but they were also to send portions unto those for whom nothing had been prepared, for the day was holy. Part of the holiness is always loving service. We are never to eat our bread alone; we are to share it. "It is better to be lost—than to be saved all alone!" says one. In Job's self-justification, when his friends had spoken bitterly against him, he says, among other things: "Have I refused to help the poor, or crushed the hopes of widows who looked to me for help? Have I been stingy with my food and refused to share it with hungry orphans? No! from childhood I have cared for orphans, and all my life I have cared for widows. Whenever I saw someone who was homeless and without clothes, did they not praise me for providing wool clothing to keep them warm? If my arm has abused an orphan because I thought I could get away with it, then let my shoulder be wrenched out of place! Let my arm be torn from its socket!" Job 31:16-22
We may never eat our morsel alone—while others are hungry. This lesson was taught thus emphatically in the Old Testament, and still more earnestly in the New Testament. In the Lord's Prayer we are taught to pray not for our own bread alone—but for bread for others as well. "Give us this day our daily bread." While we are feasting at our own table—we must remember those who are hungry outside, and send portions to them. The days are holy—all the days are holy, and no day set aside for God, must be stained by selfishness.
The direction to the people was, "Go and celebrate with a feast of choice foods and sweet drinks, and share gifts of food with people who have nothing prepared." This was in keeping with the teaching of the Bible throughout. The poor were always to be remembered. The stranger was never to be forgotten. He who let the needy go hungry when he had plenty on his own table—was severely condemned. In the New Testament the lesson was taught with marked emphasis. Generosity is a quality of all true Christian character. To think only of ourselves, and give no thought to others—is contrary to the spirit of Christ, which teaches us always to share our plenty with those who lack. Stinginess is always condemned. Generosity is always praised.
Generosity is a large word. It has a root which means excellence, goodness. It is a noble word. Its first definition in the dictionary is "nobility; the order of nobles." A Prussian order of distinction, founded in 1665, bears the name The Order of Generosity. The wordgenerous was applied only to the good, the brave, the noble.
Christ was generous. He had largeness of heart, magnanimity. He taught his followers to be generous. The lack of generosity in one who calls himself a Christian, is a blot on his name! It marks him as unworthy. It dishonors him—as cowardice dishonors the name of him who calls himself a man.
The brightest deeds that shine in the story of humanity, are the deeds of generosity. Generosity does not merely return good for good; does not merely measure its giving—by what it has received. Like Christly love, it blesses the hand that has smitten, it repays cruelty with gentleness, it serves most unselfishly, those who have done the sorest wrong.
Generosity is the perfect flower of love. It does not think who it is that needs—but gives and serves the unworthiest. It thinks only of the fact there is one for whom nothing has been prepared, and sends a portion to him, that he may share the feast of choice foods and sweet drinks.
It is this spirit which glorifies true Christmas giving. Christmas is a wonderful day. It works miracles of love all over the world. Its feast is kept with joy and song in countless Christian homes. But the true glory of Christmas, is seen in what it does among the poor, inprisons and hospitals and orphanages and refuges of all kinds, where it brings its portion for those for whom nothing has been prepared. Love is very sweet—when it pours out its gifts for those who love us. But love reaches its sweetest and divinest—when it brings its blessings to those who do not love us, perhaps, who will never thank us, nor remember what we have done, nor return gratitude for our kindness.
Let us cultivate the spirit of generosity, thinking ever in our enjoyment of God's goodness—of those who lack the blessings we enjoy, and sending to them love's portion. Thus shall we continue the work which our Lord began in this world. Thus shall we enlarge our own hearts, and the ministry of love we have been sent here to perform. Thus shall we come nearer and nearer to those who need us, and more and more able to be a blessing to them. For we never can reach others—by seeking to have them love us; we can do them good, only by loving them.
This is a lesson we cannot learn too well, nor fix too deeply in our hearts. We sometimes forget that nothing is given to us—for ourselves alone. When an abundance of blessing or prosperity in any form comes to us—we may not shut ourselves in with it and use it only for ourselves. We are only God's almoners, and the good we have received, we are to dispense to others who need. Peter's mistake on the Transfiguration Mount, was in wanting to build tabernacles and stay there with the Lord and the heavenly visitants, keeping the glorious vision to themselves. The duty was rather to go down from the splendor of the mountaintop, to carry the holy light into the darkness of the world below.
Ever this is our duty, when we have eaten the fat, and drunk the sweet of any blessing at our own table. We are to think of those outside who have no such blessing or favor as we are enjoying, and are to send portions to them.
At the close of this beautiful home incident, we have a word which has become classical in the Scriptures because of its far-reaching meaning. "The joy of the Lord is your strength." The joy of the Lord is not earth's joy—that joy which comes from earthly pleasures and earthly possessions; but the joy which comes from knowing God and from being his child. This is a joy which the world could not give—and cannot take away; but which belongs to all who truly believe in God. It is a joy which is not dependent upon health or uponriches or upon human friends or upon worldly honors; it is the joy of the Lord, and can come only from him and through his love. There are those who have it—and yet are continual sufferers. Everything that is supposed to be essential to earthly happiness, may be lacking—and yet the heart may have joy that abides unbroken through all the pain and loss!
Some great calamity may befall a believer in God, almost hopelessly destroying his last resource of happiness in this life, leavingsuffering or sorrow which it seems never can be healed or comforted—and yet the fountain of pain becomes a new spring of joy.
It is said that during the siege of Sebastopol, a Russian shell buried itself in the side of a hill outside the city and a spring of water burst out of the torn ground and became a flowing fountain. The weary soldiers drank of the pure, sweet water during all the siege.
Just so, the wounds and hurts of life which seem to destroy beauty and joy—only open new sources of gladness.
Every Christian should have this joy. It is part of his inheritance. His heart should be filled with it. But is there really much joy of such in the hearts of those who call themselves Christians? We rejoice when all things go well with us, when we have friends, ease, money, health, and prosperous circumstances. But when we lose these happy conditions—our joy departs. Having God we should rejoice—though all things have been taken from us. Whatever sorrow is ours—our joy should continue. Its source is in God's own heart—and this fountain can never fail.
This joy of the Lord, is said to be our strength. It makes us strong. Sadness makes us weak. When joy departs—strength leaves us, and we faint by the way. If you would continue strong—you must keep joy. No one can do his work well—if he is unhappy. It is said of a great artist, that he always carried a lyre when he was painting. The music inspired his art. Happiness is always an inspiration. Without it our work is never the best we could do. Joy exhilarates and inspires—but sorrow depresses. Yet not all joy makes men strong. The world's joy does not. Sin is enervating. It is only pure joy that makes us strong. "The joy of the Lord is your strength."
In a marginal reading the words are: "The joy of the Lord is your stronghold." We find safety in it. It is a refuge. Sadness never is a refuge. Grief is not a shelter for us. It is full of danger. Times of trouble—are times of peril. We are weak when we are depressed and disheartened. Joy makes us brave. It nerves us for struggle and for burden-bearing. We cannot be defeated—while we are strong.Temptation's power over us cannot prevail—while joy fills our hearts.
Joy is springtime to our lives. It pours warmth and sunshine everywhere, and in the soft atmosphere all things grow beautiful. The life which joy inspires, becomes rich in its loveliness and fruitfulness.
Joy puts us in the mood for service. We love others easily—when we have the joy of the Lord in us. It is not hard to he unselfish and self-denying, if we are happy with Christian joy. We are ready to endure any sacrifice for the sake of others, if we are joyful.
"The joy of the Lord is your strength." We have much yet to learn, most of us, before we become the Christian optimists we ought to be. We say we should have joy, and in the bright days we sing—but the moment the clouds begin to gather, the songs die upon our lips. The great mass of Christian people do not rejoice, do not sing.
If we would learn Nehemiah's lesson we would not only change our lives, but would work a marvelous change in the world we live in. Indeed, a large part of regeneration, is to become happy. Robert Louis Stevenson spoke truly when he said, "To be happy, is the first step in being pious." You have gone a long way toward saintliness, when you have learned to laugh.
When you have fully mastered the lesson, you will know the deepest joy—when you are facing the storm. A vessel was crossing the sea from Germany, a winter or two ago, having on board a cargo of song birds. At first the air was soft and warm, and not a bird in all the thousands sang a note. After a few days a storm arose and the weather grew cold. Then one by one the birds began to sing, and soon all the thousands of sweet songsters on the vessel were singing as if their little throats would burst. When the joy of the Lord is in our hearts—the wilder the storm, the fiercer the tempest, the more gladly do we sing!
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