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<p>Still keeping to Jacob's exclamation, let me observe that <em>it was altogether</em><u><strong> erroneous</strong></u>. Not a syllable that he spoke was absolutely true. "<strong>Joseph</strong> is not." And yet, poor Jacob, <em>Joseph is!</em> You think the beasts have devoured him, but he is ruler over all the land of Egypt, and you shall kiss his cheeks before long. "<strong>Simeon</strong> is not;" wrong again, good father, for Simeon is alive, though for his good, to cool his hot and headlong spirit Joseph has laid him by the heels a little. He had been much too furious in killing the Shechemites, and in other deeds of blood, and Joseph knows this, and is doing his brother a service that may change his character through life by keeping him a little while in ward. And as to <strong>Benjamin</strong>, whom you say they wish to take away, he is to go and see his brother Joseph, who longs to embrace him, and will return him to you in peace. <em>Not <u>one</u> of all these things is against you.</em> <strong>Joseph</strong> is sent to Egypt to feed you in the famine, and to cherish you in your old age, so as to make your last days your best days, and to keep the house of Israel, and, in fact, all the nations of the earth, alive. As for <strong>Simeon</strong>, good comes out of that, and that is not against you; and as for <strong>Benjamin</strong>, he shall be preserved to you, and you, too, shall go down and dwell in the land and rejoice exceedingly. <em>Everything is <u>for</u> you</em>.<br><br>
Now, usually, our <em>unbelief is a great liar</em>. Our best things are reckoned by unbelief to be our worst. <em>God sends his mercies to us in black envelopes</em>, and we sit down crying over their dismal covering, and dare not open the letter and read the heavenly news written within. The Lord sends his blessings in rumbling wagons, and we are so frightened at the sound as almost to lose the choice contents. Well does the hymn put it: "You fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head."<br><br>
<em>Our best days have been those which we thought our worst</em>. Probably we are never so much in <em>prosperity</em> as when plunged in <em>adversity</em>. No summer days contribute so much to the healthy growth of our souls as <em>those sharp wintry nights</em>, which are so trying to us. We fear that we are being destroyed, and our inner life is at that moment being most effectually preserved. Oh, if we read them aright, <em>all things are for us!</em> We are a thousand fools in one to be <em>caviling at the divine dispensation</em>, and saying, "All these things are against me." <em>Jacob was wrong in every jot and tittle of what he said, and so usually are we.</em><br><br>
Being wrong in judgment, the good old man was led to <u><strong>unwise</strong></u><em> acting and speaking, </em>for he said, "My son shall not go down with you." He would not yield to his sons; he determined that Benjamin should not leave him. Simeon he seemed content to leave in prison, although he ought to have sent his sons back in the hope of bringing their poor brother out of bondage; and he ought to have been willing to run the risk of losing Benjamin rather than to have all the rest of his family die of starvation. But the old man resolutely sets his face, and perhaps stamps his foot, and tells them, "No; never with his consent should Benjamin be trusted with them;" and to this resolve he stands until they are nearly starving, and then he says, "If I am bereaved of my children, I am bereaved." <em>The unbelieving generally do stupid things.</em> We conclude that God is <em>against</em> us, and then we act in such a way as <em>to bring troubles upon ourselves</em> which otherwise would not have come. <em>To stand still and see the salvation of God is a grand position for a believing soul</em>, but to run headlong, cloud or no cloud, guide or no guide, is to fall into the ditch, to lose ourselves in the dark woods, and to <em>bring upon ourselves unnumbered ills</em>. Let us take heed of <em>unbelief</em>, since <em>it confuses the judgment and dishonors God</em>.<br><br>
And notice, once more, that good old Jacob lived to find in actual experience that <em>he had been </em><u><strong>wrong</strong></u><em> from beginning to end.</em> We do not all live to see what fools we have been, but Jacob did. I wonder, when the wagons came, and he was quite sure they came from Joseph, what he thought of that speech, "All these things are against me!" And when he came to Egypt, and Joseph came to meet him, and they fell upon each other's necks, I wonder whether it did not half choke him to think, "I once said, all these things are against me!" When the old soul went tottering about the land of Goshen, leaning on his staff, with his mind full of all the glory of his darling Joseph, enjoying a brilliant old age at last, when he saw day by day how Joseph was honored, and how great he was, I think he must often have sought out a little corner to weep in, and to confess, "Lord, how wicked was I to say, &lsquo;All these things are against me,' when I have lived to see you dealing with me with a Father's tenderness, and with the wisdom and loving-kindness of a gracious God." If we are not in this world permitted to see <em>the good results of all our troubles</em>, at any rate we shall behold them in the next; and if such things as tears of joy will be allowed on the other side of the river, some of us will shed abundance of them. Oh! if regrets might mingle there, how we shall regret that we rashly anticipated the results of divine action, and were so unwise as to <em>misinterpret the Master's mind</em>. At any rate, we will string our harps to noble tunes, and this shall be the part of our celestial minstrelsy, "The Lord lives, and blessed be our Rock who out of much tribulation has brought his servants, and through their tribulation has helped them to obtain the victory, and to enter into their eternal rest." Thus much upon the exclamation of unbelief: higher themes await us.<br><br>
II. Turn now to the thirty-eighth chapter of Isaiah, and the sixteenth verse, where you have <strong>THE PHILOSOPHY OF EXPERIENCE</strong>. "O Lord, by these things men live, and in ALL THESE THINGS is the life of my spirit." Unbelief says, "All these things are against me;" enlightened experience says, "In all these things is the life of my spirit." The passage is taken from the prayer of <em>Hezekiah</em> after he was raised from his sick bed. He describes the bitterness of his soul, and his chattering like the crane or the swallow, but he comes to the conclusion that <em>all these trials and afflictions</em>, and approaches to the gates of the grave, <em>made up the life of mortal men</em>, and that by them the life of their spirit is subserved. Beloved, this is a great and instructive truth. Our spirits, under God, live by passing through the sorrows of the present; for first, let me remind you, that by these trials and afflictions we live, because they are <u><strong>medicinal</strong></u>. There are spiritual diseases which would corrupt our spirit if not checked, kept down, and destroyed as to their reigning power by the daily crosses which the Lord lays upon our shoulders.<br><br>
Just as the fever must be held in check by the bitter draught of quinine, so must <em>the bitter cup of affliction rebuke our rising pride and worldliness.</em>We would exalt ourselves above measure, and provoke the Lord to jealousy against us, were it not that trouble lays us low. None of us shall know until we read our biography in the light of heaven, from what <em>inbred sins, foul corruption's, damnable uncleanness, and detestable lusts</em> we have been delivered, by being driven again and again along <em>the fiery road of affliction. Adversities are the sharp knives with which God does cut from us the deadly ulcers of our sins</em>; these are the two-edged swords with which he slays our enemies and his own which lurk within us. He must <em>prune</em> us and trim us as the gardener his trees, otherwise we shall bring forth no fruit. Hence, by all these things which Jacob declared to be against him, we find the life of our spirit wisely protected.<br><br>
Afflictions, again, are<strong> <u>stimulative</u>.</strong> We are all apt to grow slothful. I know not whether it be so with all believers, but we of lethargic and bilious temperament find ourselves oppressed by the spirit of slumbering; but personal sickness, or death of kin (which is sharper still), or serious monetary losses, these things stir our sluggish blood, and make our hearts beat at a healthier rate. There is an old story in the Greek annals, of a soldier under Antigonus who had a disease in him, an extremely painful one, likely to bring him soon to the grave. Always first in the ranks was this soldier, and in the hottest part of the fray; he was always to be seen leading the van, the bravest of the brave, because his pain prompted him to fight that he might forget it; and he feared not death because he knew that in any case he had not long to live. Antigonus, who greatly admired the valor of his soldier, finding out that he suffered from a disease, had him cured by one of the most eminent physicians of the day. But alas! from that moment the warrior was absent from the front of the battle. He now sought his ease, for, as he remarked to his companions, he had something worth living for- health, home, family, and other comforts, and he would not risk his life now as aforetime. So when our troubles are many, we are made courageous in serving our God, we feel that we have nothing to live for in this world, and we are driven by hope of the world to come, to exhibit zeal, self-denial, and industry. But how often is it otherwise in better times? for then <em>the joys and pleasures of this world make it hard for us to remember the world to come</em>, and we sink into inglorious ease. Master, we thank you for our griefs, for they have quickened us. We bless you for winds and waves, for these have driven us away from treacherous shores. Before we were afflicted we went astray, but now have we kept your word.<br><br>
Trials and troubles touch the life of our spirit because their endurance <strong><u>strengthens</u> </strong>us. They have the same effect upon the spiritual man as athletic exercises upon the wrestlers of old. If men would win honor in the Greek games, they denied themselves all luxuries, and passed through severe ordeals, by which their sinews and muscles were developed. And so<em> the Lord puts his children through severe training </em>that he may develop their manhood, that their patience may learn to endure hardness, that their faith may learn steadfastness. Rough winds firmly root the oaks, so our afflictions confirm us in the promises of God. We would have been babes forever, and never have been able to walk alone, if the Lord had not put us on our feet and allowed us to fall again and again, but each time to rise stronger, acquiring the art of walking by our bruises and broken knees.<br><br>
Our troubles are a great <u><strong>educational</strong></u> process<strong>. </strong>We are at school now, and are not yet fully instructed. What little we know we scarcely know, and what we have learned is so little that we are most of us only in our A, B, C's, yet. We cannot read words of one syllable, and it is right that we should continue at school until we be made meet to enter into the loftier company beyond the stars. Now, who learns so well anywhere as on the sick bed, or in the midst of tribulation? I tell you, sirs, <em>there are days in a man's life when he learns more in an hour than in seventy years of ease. </em>I shall not give instances, but there have been such days to some of us of late, and may the Lord make us wiser thereby! Blessed is the man who is thus corrected and instructed; to whom the Master opens up the word, and the heart, and the promise, by fire-light shed from <em>the</em> <em>furnace</em>. <u>The rod is a great teacher</u>. I do not know whether <em>boys</em> always need the rod to make them learn, but I am sure <em>men</em> do. And some of us have skins so thick that we need be smitten every day. As David puts it, "All the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning," as if he never began the day without his whipping, and never passed through without a repetition of the scourging. We must take up our cross daily if we would be disciples of Jesus.<br><br>
So, too, trials and tribulations are the life of our spirit, because they are <strong><u>preparative</u> </strong>for that higher life in which the spirit shall truly live. Jacob would hardly have been fit for the luxury of Egypt if he had not been trained by his griefs. That happy period before his death, in which he dwelt in perfect ease and peace, at the close of which, leaning upon his staff, he bore such a blessed testimony to the faithfulness of God- he would not have been fit to enjoy it, it would have been disastrous to him if he had not been prepared for it by the sorrows of Succoth. So we shall be made fit to be partakers in the inheritance in light, <em>by traversing the wilderness</em> before reaching the promised land. This world is the place for <em>washing</em> our robes — yonder is the place for <em>wearing</em> them. This is the place for <em>tuning</em> our harps, and <em>discord</em> is inevitable to that work. But yonder is the abode of unbroken harmony. We fret and grieve and vex ourselves today, but by-and-by we shall rest in unbroken happiness. Let us have courage;<em> the end will more than repay us for the toil of the means, and the rest shall make up for the labor of the way.</em> Be of good comfort, and instead henceforth of concluding that outward trials are against you, agree with Hezekiah in this wise sentence, "By these things men live."<br><br>
Let me only detain you one minute, to ask you whether, in looking back upon your life, you are not compelled to feel that <em>the best parts of your character have been produced in you by your troubles?</em> Have not your noblest actions been wrought by you in adversity? You would not have been today what you are, nor where you are, nor on the road to heaven as you now are, if you had not been afflicted.<em> How much we owe to the anvil and the hammer!</em> Would you alter your trials now if you could? You would have arranged your lot very differently sometime ago, but would you now? Even at this distance, too short to get the full perspective, and to understand it thoroughly, <em>would you have your life changed?</em> I know you say devoutly, "Goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life. Every dark and bending line has met in the center of immutable love."<br><br>
Well, then, if it has been so until now, do you think the Lord is about to change? Do you imagine that he gives his best <em>first</em>? Is it not always his rule to keep the best wine until the <em>last! </em>Oh, how it has cheered and comforted me of late to think that I have always found my God to be most good to me; and if possible, and many sharp trials, he seems to have been better, and more kind and gracious to me of late than at the first; and so it shall be to the end. He cannot alter. He cannot deny himself. So let us <em>sweep the furrows from our brow</em>, and <em>wipe the tears from our eyes.</em> Jesus goes before us, and the Spirit is with us. All things shall not be against us, but in them all shall be the life of our spirit, and our lasting good shall be the outgrowth of all.<br><br>
III. I close with my third text, and I think you may almost guess it, it tells of <strong>THE TRIUMPH OF FAITH.</strong> Turn now to the eighth chapter of Romans, and the thirty-seventh verse. "In<br><br>
ALL THESE THINGS we are more than conquerors through him that loved us." "All these things are against us." Very well, we could not conquer them if they were not against us; but they are the life of our spirit- and as Samson found honey in the lion, so we, though these things roar upon us, shall find food within them. Trials threaten our death, but they promote our life.<br><br>
I want you to be sure to notice the uniform expression, "<em>All these things</em> are against us." "In <em>all these things</em> is the life of my spirit," and now, "in <em>all these things</em> we are more than conquerors."<br><br>
Poor <em>Jacob's</em> "All these things" only referred to <em>three</em>. But look at<em> Paul's list</em>: tribulation, distress, persecution, famine, nakedness, peril, sword- the list is longer, darker, blacker, fiercer, sterner, but still we triumph- "In all these things we are <em>more than conquerors</em>." Observe then, that <em>the believing Christian enjoys present triumph over all his troubles.</em> It is not, "We shall be more than conquerors," but "We are," "We are today." As afflictions come we conquer them, and before they come we overcome them. Over anticipated trouble, faith wins a glorious victory. She believes that<em>when trial comes it shall work her good,</em> and so the bitterness thereof is gone forever, swallowed up in victory. When the trial comes she meets it as a conquered enemy, and after it is over she looks upon it as what she did foreknow, for she counted it not a strange thing when the fiery trial overtook her.<br><br>
We are conquerors, brethren and sisters, at this very hour. We often talk of the crown, which we are to wear, but we are kings and priests unto our God even now, he has crowned us with loving-kindness and tender mercies. We say, "<em>One day</em>, thank God, I shall be able to rejoice in these troubles," but faith rejoices in them <em>now</em>. We rejoice in deep distress, leaning on all sufficient grace. To come <em>out</em> of the furnace and walk calmly is nothing, but to walk <em>in</em> the furnace with the Son of God, this is the miracle. To sing <em>after</em> you have left the bed of pain is nothing, but to sing God's highest praises <em>on</em> the bed of sickness is the music that glorifies him, and by faith we mean to excel in it. It is no small thing to see the dearest one you have on earth smitten before you, and yet to bless the Lord. And when adversity comes, still to praise him; and when sickness follows, still to let the note rise higher; and when death draws near, to lift the song yet more on high, and be more exultant still. "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him."<br><br>
The praise God receives from his poor bereaved or sick children is much sweeter than anything which ascends from angels, or from cherubim and seraphim. Who would not praise the Master when he scatters liberally his daily favors? The devil found an opportunity for speaking against Job from that very thing. He said, "Does Job fear God for nothing? Have you not set a hedge about him and all that he has? But put forth now your hand and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse you to your face." And God is so pleased with the praise he gets from his children when their bone and flesh are touched, that he said, "He is in your hand, only spare his life."<br><br>
What glorious music it was when Job said, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him." It rolled up into Jehovah's ear with a sweetness such as cherubim and seraphim never could have yielded. <em>What a glorious conqueror Job was in the very midst of his worst griefs!</em> It was not that he received twice as much as before- that was not the greatest triumph. The triumph was that <em>while in adversity</em> he said, "The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away, and blessed be the name of the Lord." May we have such faith as that, to be now "in all these things more than conquerors."<br><br>
What does Paul mean by saying that believers are more than conquerors? Is it not this, that with the conqueror there is a time when his triumph is in jeopardy? But it is never so with the believer; he grasps the victory at once by an act of faith. No "ifs," "buts," "peradventures," for him. He is conqueror at once, for God is on his side. A conqueror, too, who <em>wins</em> by a battle, and <em>suffers</em> by the battle. He has to endure wounds, and toil, and faintness, but by all our troubles we are not sufferers but <em>gainers</em>. It is not merely the reward of the suffering, which is good, but the suffering itself works patience, and patience endurance. Brethren, if a wise Christian had his choice, he would not choose the silken joys of prosperity and uninterrupted happiness, because such a thing would be spiritual poverty.<br><br>
But our sufferings and griefs, and losses, and crosses, bring with them, inevitably through divine grace, an abundant wealth. I hear some brethren rejoicing that perhaps the Lord will come, and that therefore they will not die. I would sooner die, had I my choice. I see no comfort in the hope of not dying. "Those who are alive and remain shall not precede those who are asleep," they shall not have preference over them that die. And indeed it is written, "The dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air; and so shall we ever be with the Lord." So that some kind of priority is even allotted to the dead in Christ. If I die not I shall have lost what thousands will have who die, namely, actual fellowship with Christ in the grave. Let me have it, let me have it, my sweet Lord; let me wear the clay-cold shape of death that once was yours, and sleep within the sepulcher as you did.<br><br>
To die and rise again, and be with you forever, is to complete the circle of the perfect. Those who think that to be alive when he comes will be so great a glory, will perhaps find it no such great thing compared with death and resurrection in the likeness of the Lord Jesus. As the warrior of the olden time dreaded peace and longed for the garment rolled in blood; so may the believers rejoice in afflictions. As before the battle, the captain stimulates his soldiers by reminding them that "the sterner the warfare the greater the honor;" even so may we nerve our spirits.<br><br>
Let us also welcome persecution and tribulation. We should hold ourselves defrauded of honor if we <em>avoided</em> tribulation; we should look upon ourselves as being so far impoverished for eternity in being spared affliction upon earth. Up yonder to relate the triumphs of grace in us; to tell of the faithfulness of God in poverty and affliction; to make known to principalities and powers forever the wonderful and eternal love of God, as we have discovered it in the furnace and amid the flames; this will be everlasting wealth, for which we may be grateful now that God is putting us in the way of gaining it. So that in these things we are more than conquerors, since to the conqueror it is no disadvantage to fight, but to us even the fight itself is an advantage over and above the victory.<br><br>
But see how this last text of mine opens up <strong>the great source of comfort.</strong> "We are more than conquerors through him that loved us." Did you notice, Jacob said nothing about him that loved us? No, he could not have been unbelieving if he had thought of him; and the life of our spirit in trouble very much lies in remembering him that loved us. It is through him we conquer because he has conquered. Methinks I see him at this instant wearing the crown of thorns, his hands still ruby with the marks of the nails, and his heart all opened with the spear gash, and<em> he says to me and to his servants,</em>"Children, I am with you. You are filling up in your bodies that which is behind of my sufferings for my body's sake, which is the church. Be conformed to me. Ask patience, and I will give it you; ask the Spirit's help, and you shall receive it; and after you have suffered awhile you shall be with me where I am, to behold my glory." Brethren, here is our joy indeed. Now the furnace grows cool, for he is at our side. The lake of trouble tossed with tempest becomes a sheet of glass, for he walks the billows, and we hear him say, "It is I." The winds are hushed, and the coolest, softest zephyrs fan our cheeks while yet again he says, "Let not your heart be troubled, believe in God, believe also in me." "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world gives, give I unto you." "In this world you shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." The Lord bless you, my tried brethren, in all these things, for his name's sake. Amen.
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