Sermon 71. A Bottle in the Smoke

(No. 71)

Delivered on Sabbath Morning, March 23, 1856, by the


At New Park Street Chapel, Southwark.

"For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget they statutes."-Psalm 119:83.

The figure of "a bottle in the smoke" is essentially oriental; we must therefore go to the East for its explanation. Thiswe will supply to our hearers and readers in the words of the Author of the Pictorial Bible: "This doubtless refers to a leathernbottle, of kid or goat-skin. The peasantry of Asia keep many articles, both dry and liquid, in such bottles, which, for security,are suspended from the roof, or hung against the walls of their humble dwellings. Here theysoon become quite black with smoke; for as, in the dwellings of the peasantry, there are seldom any chimneys, and thesmoke can only escape through an aperture in the roof, or by the door, the apartment is full of dense smoke whenever a fireis kindled in it. And in those nights and days, when the smokiness of the hovels in which we daily rested during a winter'sjourney in Persia, Armenia, and Turkey, seemed to make the cold and weariness of actual travel a relief, we had ample occasiontoobserve the peculiar blackness of such skin vessels, arising from the manner in which substances offering a surface ofthis sort, receive the full influence of the smoke, and detain the minute particles of soot which rest upon them. When suchvessels do not contain liquids, and are not quite filled by the solids which they hold, they contract a shrunk and shrivelledappearance, to which the Psalmist may also possibly allude as well as to the blackness. But we presume that the leading idearefers to the latter circumstance, as in the East blackness has an opposite signification to the felicitous meaning of whiteness. David had doubtless seen bottles of this description hanging up in his tent when a wanderer; and though he might have hadbut few in his palace, yet in the cottages of his own poor people he had, no doubt, witnessed them. Hence he says of himself,'I am become,' by trouble and affliction, by trial and persecution, 'like a bottle in the smoke; yet do Inot forget thy statutes.'"

First, God's people have their trials-they get put in the smoke; secondly, God's people feel their trials-they "become like a bottle in the smoke;" thirdly, God's people do not forget God's statutes in their trials-"I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes."

I. GOD'S PEOPLE HAVE THEIR TRIALS. This is an old truth, as old as the everlasting hills, because trials were in the covenant,and certainly the covenant is as old as the eternal mountains. It was never designed by God when he chose his people, thatthey should be an untried people; that they should be chosen to peace and safety, to perpetual happiness here below, and freedomfrom sickness and the pains of mortality. But rather, on the other hand, when he made thecovenant, he made the rod of the covenant too; when he drew up the charter of privileges, he also drew up the charter of chastisements; when he gaveus the roll of heirship, he put down the rods amongst the things to which we should inevitably be heirs. Trials are a partof our lot; they were predestinated for us in God's solemn decrees; and so surely as the stars are fashioned by his hands,he has fixed their orbits, so surely are our trials weighed in scales; he has predestinated theirseason and their place, their intensity and the effect they shall have upon us. Good men must never expect to escape troubles;if they do, they shall be disappointed; some of their predecessors have escaped them.

"The path of sorrow, and that path alone,

Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown."

Mark Job, of whose patience ye have heard; read ye well of Abraham, for he had his trials, and by his faith under them, whenhe offered up Isaac, he became "the father of the faithful." Note ye well the biographies of all the patriarchs, of all theprophets, of all the apostles and martyrs, and you shall discover none of those, whom God made vessels of mercy, who werenot hung up like bottles in the smoke. It is ordained of old, that the cross of trouble, even as thesparks fly upwards; and when born again, it does seem as if we had a birth to double trouble; and double toil and troublecome to the man who hath double grace and double mercy bestowed upon him. Good men must have their trials; they must expectto be like bottles in the smoke.

Sometimes these trials arise from the poverty of their condition. It is the bottle in the cottage which gets into the smoke, not the bottle in the palace. The Queen's plate knows nothingof smoke; we have seen at Windsor how carefully it is preserved; it knoweth nothing of trial, no hands are allowed to touchthat, so as to injure it, although even it may be stolen by accident when the guards are not careful over it. Still, it wasnot intended to be subject tosmoke. So with God's poor people; they must expect to have smoke in their dwellings. We should suppose that smoke doesnot enter into the house of the rich, although even then our supposition would be false; but certainly we must suppose thereis more smoke where the chimney is ill built, and the home is altogether of bad construction. It is the poverty of the Arabthat puts his bottle in the smoke; so the poverty of Christians exposes them to much trouble, and inasmuch as God's peopleare forthe most part poor, for that reason must they always be for the most part in affliction. We shall not find many of God'speople in the higher ranks; not many of them shall ever be illustrious in this world. Until happier times come, when kingsshall be their nursing fathers, and queens their nursing mothers, it must still be true that "God hath chosen the poor inthis world, rich in faith, that they should be heirs of the kingdom." Poverty hath its privileges, for Christ hath lived init; butit hath its ills, it hath its smoke, it hath it trials. Ye know not sometimes how ye shall be provided for; ye are oftenpinched for food and raiment, ye are vexed with anxious cares, ye wonder whence tomorrow's food shall come, and where ye shallobtain your daily supplies. It is because of your poverty that ye are hung up like a bottle in the smoke.

Many of God's people, however, are not poor; and even if they are, poverty does not occasion so much trouble to them as somesuppose; for God, in the midst of poverty, makes his children very glad, and so cheers their hearts in the cottage that theyscarce know whether it e a palace or a hovel; yea, he doth send such sweet music across the waters of their woe, that theyknow not whether they be on dry land or not.

But there are other trials: and this brings us to remark, that our trials frequently result from our comforts. What makes the smoke? Why, it is the fire, by which the Arab warms his hands, that smokes his bottle, and smokes him too.So, beloved, our comforts usually furnish us with troubles. It is the law of nature, that there should never be a good, withouthaving an ill connected with it. What if the stream fertilize the land? It can sometimes drown theinhabitants. What if the fire cheer us? doth it not frequently consume our dwellings? What if the sun enlighten us? doeshe not sometimes scorch and smite us with his heat? What if the rain bring forth our food, and cause the flowers to blossomon the face of the earth? does it not also break the young blossom from the trees, and cause many diseases? There is nothinggood without its ill, there is no fire without its smoke. The fire of our comfort will always have the smoke of trial withit.You will find it so, if you instance the comforts you have in your own family. You have relations; mark you, every relationshipengenders its trial, and every fresh relationship upon which you enter opens to you, at one time certainly, a new source ofjoys, but infallibly also a new source of sorrows. Are you parents? your children are your joy; but those children cause yousome smoke, because you fear, lest they should not be brought up in "the nurture and admonition of the Lord;" and it maybe, when they come to riper years, that they will grieve your spirits,-God grant they may not break your hearts by theirsins! You have wealth. Well, that has its joys with it; but still, hath it not its trials and its troubles? Hath not the richman more to care for than the poor? He who hath nothing sleepeth soundly, for the thief will not molest him; but he who hathabundance often trembles lest the rough wind should blown down that which he hath builded-lest the rude storm should wreckthat argosy laden with his gold-lest an overwhelming and sudden turn in the tide of commerce should sweep away his speculationsand destroy his hopes. Just as the birds that visit us fly away from us, so do our joys bring sorrow with them. In fact, joyand sorrow are twins; the blood which runs in the veins of sorrow, runs in the veins of joy too. For what is the blood ofsorrow, is it not the tear? and what is the blood of joy? When we are full of joy do we not weep? Ah! that we do. The samedrop which expresses joy is sorrow's own emblem; we weep for joy, and we weep for sorrow. Our fires gives smoke, to tellus that our comforts have their trials with them. Christian men! you have extraordinary fires, which others have never kindled;expect then to have extraordinary smoke. You have the presence of Christ; but then you will have the smoke of fear, lest youshould lose it. You have the promise of God's Word-there is the fire of it: but you have the smoke sometimes, when you readit without the illumination of God's Spirit. You have the joy of assurance; but you have also the smoke of doubt, whichblows into your eyes, and well nigh blinds you. You have your trials, and your trials arise from your comforts. The more comfortyou have, the more fire you have, the more sorrows shall you have, and the more smoke.

Again, the ministry is the great fire by which Christian men warm their hands: but the ministry hath much smoke with it. How often have you come to this house of God and had your spirits lifted up! But perhaps as often ye have come here to becast down. Your harp strings at times have been all loose; you could not play a tune of joy upon them, you have come here,and Christ tuned your harp, so that it could awake "like David's harp of solemn sound." But at othertimes you have come here, and had all the rejoicings removed from you, by some solemn searching sermon. Last Sabbath day,how many of you there were like bottles in the smoke! This pulpit, which is intended at times to give you fire, is also intendedto have smoke with it. It would not be God's pulpit if no smoke issued from it. When God made Sinai his pulpit, Sinai wasaltogether on a smoke. You have often been like bottles in the smoke,-the smoke caused by the fire of God's own kindling,the fire of the gospel ministry.

I think, however, that David had one more thought. The poor bottle in the smoke keeps there for a long time, till it gets black; it is not just one puff of smoke that comes upon it; the smoke is always going up, always girding the poor bottle; it livesin an atmosphere of smoke. So, beloved, some of us hang up like bottles in the smoke, for months, or for a whole year. Nosooner do you get out of one trouble, than you tumble into another; no sooner do you get up onehill, than you have to mount another; it seems to be all up hill to heaven with you. You feel that John Bunyan is rightin his ditty-"A Christian man is seldom long at ease; when one trouble's gone, another doth him seize." You are always inthe smoke. You are linked perhaps with an ungodly partner; or perhaps you are of a singular temperament, and your temperamentnaturally puts clouds and darkness round about you, so that you are always in the smoke. Well, beloved, that was the conditionofDavid; he was not just sometimes in trial, but it seemed as if trials came to him every day. Each day had its cares; eachhour carried on its wings some fresh tribulation; while, instead of bringing joy, each moment did but toll the knell of happiness,and bring another grief. Well, if this is your case, fear not, you are not alone in your trials; but you see the truth ofwhat is uttered here: you are become like bottles in the smoke.

II. This brings us to the second point: CHRISTIAN MEN FEEL THEIR TROUBLES. They are in the smoke; and they are like bottles in the smoke. There are some things that you might hang up in the smoke for many a day, and they would never be much changed,because they are so black now, that they could never be made any blacker, and so shrivelled now, that they never could becomeany worse. But the poor skin bottle shrivels up in the heat, gets blacker, and shows at oncethe effect of the smoke; it is not an unfeeling thing, like a stone, but it is at once affected. Now, some men think,that grace makes a man unable to feel suffering; I have heard people insinuate that the martyrs did not endure much pain whenthey were being burned to death; but this is a mistake, Christian men are not like stones; they are like bottles in the smoke. In fact, if there be an difference, a Christian man feels his trials more than another, because he traces themto God,and that makes them more acute, as coming from the God whom he loves. But at the same time, I grant you, it makes themmore easy to bear, because he believes they will work the comfortable fruits of righteousness. A dog will bite the stone thatis thrown at it, but a man would resent the injury on the man that threw the stone. Stupid, foolish, carnal unbelief quarrelswith the trial; but faith goes into the Court of King's Bench at once, and asks its God "wherefore dost thou content withme."But even faith itself does not avert the pain of chastisement, it enables us to endure, but does not remove the trial.The Christian is not wrong in giving way to his feelings; did not his Master shed tears when Lazarus was dead? and did henot, when on the cross, utter the exceeding bitter cry, "My God! my God! why hast thou forsaken me?" Our Heavenly Father never intended to take away our griefs when under trial; he does not put us beyond the reach of the flood, but builds us an ark,in which we float, until the water be ultimately assuaged, and we rest on the Ararat of heaven for ever, God takes nothis people to an Elysium where they become impervious to painful feelings: but he gives us grace to endure our trials, andto sing his praises while we suffer. "I am become like a bottle in the smoke:" I feel what God lays upon me.

The trial that we do not feel is no trial at all. I remember a remarkable case of assault and battery that was tried sometime ago. I knew a friend who happened to be in court.It was a most singular affair; for when the prosecutor was requested to state in what the assault consisted; he said, in curiousEnglish, "Ah! sir, he struck me a most tremendous blow." "Well, but where did he strike you?" "Well, sir, he did not hit me;it only just grazed me." Of course thejudge said there was no assault and battery, because there was no real blow struck. So we sometimes meet with persons,who say, "I could bear that trial if it did not touch my feelings." Of course you could, for then it would be no trial atall. Suppose a man were to see his house and property burned, would you call it a trial, if he could do as Sheridan did, whenhis theatre was burned? He went to a house opposite, and sat down drinking, and jokingly said, "Surely, every man has a rightto sitand warm his hands by his own fireside." It is feeling that makes it a trial; the essence of the trial lies in my feeling it. And God intended his trials to be felt. His rods arenot made of wheat straw, they are made of true birch; and his blows fall just where we feel them. He does not strike us onthe iron plates of our armour; but he smites us where we are sure to be affected.

And yet more: trials which are not felt are unprofitable trials. If there be no blueness in the wound, then the soul is not made better; if there be no crying out, then there will be noemptying out of our depravity. It is just so much as we feel, that we are profited; but a trial unfelt must be a trial unsanctified,a trial under which we do not feel at all, cannot be a blessing to us, because we are only blessed by feeling it, under theagency of God's HolySpirit. Christian man! do not blush, because you are like a bottle in the smoke: because you are sensitive under affliction, for so you ought to be. Do not let others say, you ought not feelit so much, because your husband is dead, or your child is dead, or you have lost your property. Just tell them that you ought;for God sent the trouble, that you might feel it (not excessively, and murmur against God,) but that you might feel the rod,and then kiss it. That is patience: not when wedo not feel, but when we feel it, and say, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him." "I am like a bottle in the smoke."Now, a bottle, when it is in the smoke, gets very black: so does the Christian, when he is in the smoke of trial, or in the smoke of the gospel ministry, or the smoke of persecution,get very black to his own esteem. It is marvellous how bright we are when everything goes right with us; but it is equallymarvellous how black we get when a little tribulation comesupon us. We think very well of ourselves while there is no smoke; but let the smoke come, and it just reveals the blacknessof our hearts. Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of; they just turn up someof the ill weeds on the surface; they are good, for this reason, they make us know our blackness.

A bottle, too, that hangs up in the smoke, will become very useless. So do we, often, when we are under a trying ministry, or a trying providence, feel that we are so very useless, good fornothing, like a bottle that has been hung up in the smoke, that nobody will ever drink out of any more, because it will smokeeverything that is put in it, we feel that we are no use to anybody-that we are poor unprofitable creatures. In our joys weare honorable creatures; wescarcely think the Creator could do without us; but when we are in trouble, we feel, "I am a worm, and no man"-good fornothing; let me die; I have become useless, as well as black, "like a bottle in the smoke."

And then a bottle in the smoke is an empty bottle. It would not have been hung up in the smoke unless it had been empty. And very often under trials how empty we become; weare full enough in our joys; but the smoke and heat soon dry every atom of moisture out of us; all our hope is gone, all ourstrength is departed, we then feel that we are empty sinners, and want a full Christ to save us. We are like bottles in thesmoke.

Have I described any of your characters? I dare say some of you are like bottles in the smoke. You do feel your trials; youhave a soft, tender heart, and the arrows of the Almighty sink fast in it. You are like a piece of sea-weed, affected by everychange of the weather; not like a piece of rock, that might be hung up and would never change, but you are capable of beingaffected, and it is quite right you should be: you are "become like a bottle in the smoke."


What are God's statutes? God has two kinds of statutes, both of them engraved in eternal brass. The first are the statutes of his commands; and of these he has said, "Heaven and earth shall pass away, but not one jot or tittle of the law shall fail till all befulfilled." These statutes are like the statutes of the Medes and Persians; they are binding upon all his people. His preceptsare a light and easy yoke; but they are one which no man must cast from hisshoulders; all must carry the commands of Christ, and all who hope to be saved by him must take up his cross daily andfollow him. Well, the Psalmist said, "In the midst of my trials I have not swerved from thy statutes; I have not attemptedto violate thy commands; I have not in any way moved from the strict path of integrity; and in the midst of all my persecutions,I have gone straight on, never once forgetting God's statutes or commands." And then again: there are statutes ofpromise, which are equally firm, each of them as immortal as God who uttered them. David did not forget these; for he said of them,"Thy statutes have been my song, in the house of my pilgrimage;" and he could not have sung about them if he had forgottenthem.

Why was it David still held fast by God's statutes? First of all, David was not a bottle in the fire, or else he would have forgotten them. Our trials are smoke, but not fire; they are very uncomfortable, but they do not consumeus. In other parts of Scripture, the figure of fire may be applied to our trials, but here it would not be appropriate, becausethe bottle would be burned up directly, if it were in the fire. But the Christian may say, "True, it is all smokeround about me, but there is nothing which tends to burn up my piety; smoke may dim my evidence, but it cannot burn it;it may, and certainly will, be obnoxious to my eyes and nose, and all my senses, but it cannot burn my limbs; it may stopmy breath, and prevent my drinking in the pure air of heaven, but it cannot consume my lungs and burn the vital parts of mybody. Ah! it is well for thee, O Christian, that there is more smoke than fire in thy trials. And there is no cause why youshouldforget your God in your troubles; they may have a tendency to drive you from him, but like great waves, they often washthe drift wood of the poor lost barks upon the beach of God's love; and the mast, that might have floated out to sea, andbeen carried no one knows where, if often stranded on the shore, and there once more is made to do fresh service. So art thou,Christian, washed on shore by the waves of thy trouble, and never art thou washed away by them. "I have not forgotten thystatutes."

Another reason why, when David was in the smoke, he did not forget God's statutes was this, that Jesus Christ was in the smoke with him, and the statutes were in the smoke with him too. God's statutes have been in the fire, as well as God's people. Both the promise and the precept are in the furnace; andif I hang up in the smoke, like a bottle, I see hanging up by my side, God's commands, covered with soot, and smoke, subjectto the same perils. Suppose I ampersecuted: It is a comfort to know that men do not persecute me, but my Master's truth. It is a singular thing, withregard to all the envenomed shafts that have been hurled at me, that they have generally fallen on that part of my frame whichis most invulnerable, because they have generally fallen on something I have quoted from somebody else, or proved from Scripture.They may go on; it is sweet to think that Jesus Christ is in the smoke as well as we are; and the more flame there is, thebetter we shall be able to see our Master in the smoke with us.

"By God's command where'er I stray,

Sorrow attends me all the way,

A never failing friend;

And, if my sufferings may augment

Thy praise, behold me well content-

Let sorrow still attend!

It costs me no regret, that she

Who follow'd Christ should follow me;

And though where'er she goes,

Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet,

I love her and extract a sweet

From all my bitter woes."

Another reason why David did not forget the statutes was, they were in the soul, where the smoke does not enter. Smoke does not enter the interior of the bottle; it only affects the exterior. So it is with God's children: the smoke doesnot enter into their hearts; Christ is there, and grace is there, and Christ and grace are both unaffected by the smoke. Comeup, clouds of smoke! curl upward, till ye envelop me! Still will I hang on the Nail, Christ Jesus-thesure Nail, which never can be moved from its place-and I will feel, that "while the outward man decayeth, the inward manis renewed day by day;" and the statutes being there, I do not forget them. "For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yetI do not forget thy statutes." To such of you as can join with David, let me give a word of consolation. If you have beenpersecuted, and still hold fast by God's word-if ye have been afflicted, and still persevere in the knowledge of our LordandMaster, you have every reason to believe yourself a Christian. If under your trials and troubles you remain just whatyou were when at ease, you may then hope, and not only so, but steadfastly believe and be assured that you are a child ofGod. Some of you, however, are very much like Christians, when you hear sermons full of promises; when I preach to you aboutbruised reeds, or address you with the invitation, "Come unto me, all ye that labour;" but when I give you a smoky sermon-onewhichyou cannot endure-if you then can say, guilty, weak, and helpless I may be, but still I fall into his arms; sinful I knowI am, and I have grace cause for doubt, but still

"There, there, unshaken will I rest,

Till this vile body dies;"

I know, poor, weak, and helpless though I am, that I have a rich Almighty Friend; if you can stand a little smoke, then youmay believe yourself to be a child of God. But there are some fantastic people we know of, who are shocked with a very puffof smoke, they cannot endure it, they go out at once, just like rats out of the hold of a ship when they begin to smoke it;but if you can live in the smoke and say, "I feel it, and still can endure it,"-if you can stand asmoky sermon, and endure a smoky trial, and hold fast to God under a smoky persecution, then you have reason to believe,that you are certainly a child of God. Fair-weather birds! you are good for nothing; it is the stormy petrels that are God'sfavorites. He loves the birds that can swim in the tempest; he loves those who can move in the storm, and like the eagle,companion of the lightening flash, can make the wind their chariot, and ride upon forked flames of fire. If in the heat ofbattle,when your helmet is bruised by some powerful enemy, you can still hold up your head, and say, "I know whom I have believed,"and do not swerve from your post, then you are verily a child of heaven; for constancy, endurance, and perseverance, are thetrue marks of a hero of the cross, and of the invincible warriors of the Lord. Those are no invincible ships that flee awaybefore a storm; he is no brave warrior who hears reports from others that a fort is impregnable, and dares not attack it;buthe is brave, who dashes his ship beneath the guns, or runs her well nigh aground, and gives broadside after broadsidewith a desperate valour against his foe; he who in the smoke and the tempest, in the clamour and roar of the battle, can yetcooly give his commands, and knowing that every man is expected to do his duty, can fight valiantly, he is a brave commander,he is a true soldier, he shall receive from his master a crown of glory. O Christian! cleave to thy Master in the smoke, holdonto thy Lord in the trials, and thou shalt be refined by thine afflictions; yea, thou shalt exceedingly increase, and beprofited beyond measure.

However, I have some here who can consume their own smoke. There are some of my congregation who, when they have any trials,can manage to get over them very well themselves. They say, "Well, I don't care, you seem to be a sad set of simpletons, youfeel everything; but as for me, it all rolls off, and I don't care for anything." NO, I dare say you don't but the time willcome when you will find the truth of that little story you used to read when you were children, thatdon't care came to a very bad end. These persons are not like bottles in the smoke, but like pieces of wood hanging overit; but they will find there is something more than smoke by-and-bye; they will come to a place, where there is not only smoke,but fire; and though they can endure the smoke of this world's troubles, they will find it not so easy as they imagine toendure the unutterable burnings and the everlasting flames of that pit whose fire knows no extinction, and whose worm shallknowno death. Oh! hardened sinner, thou hast sorrows now, which are like the skirmishers before an army, a few light-armedtroops to lead the way for the whole hosts of God's avengers, who shall trample thee beneath their feet. One or two dropsof woe have fallen on the pavement of thy life; thou laughest at them; ah! but they are the heralds of a shower of fire andbrimstone, which God shall rain out of heaven upon thy soul throughout eternity. And yet you may be pitying us poor Christians,because of our troubles and sufferings. Pity us, do you? Ah! but our light afflictions is but for a moment, and it workethfor us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory. Take your pity back, and reserve it for yourselves; for your lightjoy, which is but for a moment, worketh out for you a far more exceeding and eternal weight of torment, and your little blisswill be the mother of an everlasting, unutterable torture, which we shall happily escape. Your sun will soon set, and at itssetting your night shall come; and when your night cometh, it will be night for ever, without hope of light again. Erethy sun setteth, my hearer, may God give thee grace. Dost thou inquire what thou shouldst do to be saved? Again comes theold answer: "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and be baptized, and thou shalt be saved." If thou art no sinner, I have nosalvation for thee; if thou art a Pharisee, and knowest not thy sins, I have no Christ to preach to thee; I have no heavento offer tothee, as some have; but if thou art a sinner, a bona-fide sinner, if thou art a real sinner, not a sham one, I have this to tell thee: "Jesus Christ came to save sinners, even thechief;" and if thou wilt believe on him, thou shalt go out of this house of prayer, shriven, absolved, without a sin; forgiven,pardoned, washed, without a stain, accepted in the Beloved. As long as thou livest, that pardon shall avail thee; and whenthou diest, thou wilt have nought to do, but to show it atthe gates of paradise, to gain admittance. And then, in a nobler and sweeter song, that pardon shall form the basis ofthy praise, while heaven's choirs shall sing, or while the praise of the Eternal shall be the chaunt of the universe. Godbless thee! Amen.