Sermon 1699. Supposing Him to be the Gardener

(No. 1699)

Delivered on Lord's Day Morning, December 31st, 1882, by


At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

"Supposing him to be the gardener."-John 20:15.

I WAS sitting about a fortnight ago in a very lovely garden, in the midst of all kinds of flowers which were blooming in delightfulabundance all around. Screening myself from the heat of the sun under the overhanging boughs of an olive, I cast my eyes uponpalms and bananas, roses and camellias, oranges and aloes, lavender and heliotrope. The garden was full of color and beauty,perfume and fruitfulness. Surely the gardener, whoever he might be, who had framed, andfashioned, and kept in order that lovely spot, deserved great commendation. So I thought, and then it came to me to meditateupon the church of God as a garden, and to suppose the Lord Jesus to be the gardener, and then to think of what would mostassuredly happen if it were so. "Supposing him to be the gardener," my mind conceived of a paradise where all sweet thingsflourish and all evil things are rooted up. If an ordinary worker had produced such beauty as I then saw and enjoyed on earth,what beauty and glory must surely be brought forth "supposing him to be the gardener"! You know the "him" to whom we refer, the ever-blessed Son of God, whom Mary Magdalene in our text mistookfor the gardener. We will for once follow a saint in her mistaken track; and yet we shall find ourselves going in a rightway. She was mistaken when she fell into "supposing him to be the gardener"; but if we are under his Spirit's teaching weshall not make a mistake if now we indulge ourselves ina quiet meditation upon our ever-blessed Lord, "supposing him to be the gardener."

It is not an unnatural supposition, surely; for if we may truly sing

"We are a garden walled around,

Chosen and made peculiar ground,"

that enclosure needs a gardener. Are we not all the plants of his right hand planting? Do we not all need watering and tendingby his constant and gracious care? He says, "I am the true vine: my Father is the husbandman," and that is one view of it;but we may also sing, "My well-beloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill: and he fenced it, and gathered out the stonesthereof, and planted it with the choicest vine"-that is to say, he acted as gardener to it. Thushas Isaiah taught us to sing a song of the Well-beloved touching his vineyard. We read of our Lord just now under theseterms-"Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice." To what purpose does he dwell in the vineyardsbut that he may see how the vines flourish and care for all the plants? The image, I say, is so far from being unnatural thatit is most pregnant with suggestions and full of useful teaching. We are not going against the harmonies of nature when weare "supposing him to be the gardener."

Neither is the figure unscriptural; for in one of his own parables our Lord makes himself to be the dresser of the vineyard.We read just now that parable so full of warning. When the "certain man" came in and saw the fig tree that it brought forthno fruit, he said unto the dresser of his vineyard, "Cut it down: why cumbereth it the ground?" Who was it that intervenedbetween that profitless tree and the axe but our great Intercessor and Interposer? He it is whocontinually comes forward with "Let it alone this year also till I shall dig about it and dung it." In this case he himselftakes upon himself the character of the vine-dresser, and we are not wrong in "supposing him to be the gardener."

If we would be supported by a type, our Lord takes the name of "the Second Adam," and the first Adam was a gardener. Mosestells us that the Lord God placed the man in the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it. Man in his best estate was notto live in this world in a paradise of indolent luxury, but in a garden of recompensed toil. Behold, the church is Christ'sEden, watered by the river of life, and so fertilized that all manner of fruits are brought forth unto God;and he, our second Adam, walks in this spiritual Eden to dress it and to keep it; and so by a type we see that we areright in "supposing him to be the gardener." Thus also Solomon thought of him when he described the royal Bridegroom as goingdown with his spouse to the garden when the flowers appeared on the earth and the fig tree had put forth her green figs; hewent out with his beloved for the preservation of the gardens, saying, "Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil thevines:for our vines have tender grapes." Neither nature, nor Scripture, nor type, nor song forbids us to think of our adorableLord Jesus as one that careth for the flowers and fruits of his church. We err not when we speak of him, "supposing him tobe the gardener." And so I sat me still, and indulged the suggested line of thought, which I now repeat in your hearing, hopingthat I may open many roads of meditation for your hearts also. I shall not attempt to think out such a subject thoroughly,butonly to indicate in which direction you may look for a vein of precious ore.

I. "Supposing him to be the gardener," we have here THE KEY TO MANY WONDERS in the garden of his church.

The first wonder is that there should be a church at all in the world; that there should be a garden blooming in the midst of this sterile waste. Upon a hard and flinty rock the Lord has madethe Eden of his church to grow. How came it to be-here an oasis of life in a desert of death? how came faith in the midstof unbelief, and hope where all is servile fear, and love where hate abounds? "Ye are of God, little children, and the wholeworld lieth in the wickedone." Whence this being "of God" where all beside is fast shut up in the devil? How came there to be a people for God,separated, and sanctified, and consecrated, and ordained to bring forth fruit unto his name? Assuredly it could not have beenso at all if the doing of it had been left to man. We understand its existence, "supposing him to be the gardener," but nothingelse can account for it. He can cause the fir tree to flourish instead of the thorn, and the myrtle instead of the briar;butno one else can accomplish such a change. The garden in which I sat was made on the bare face of the rock, and almostall the earth of which its terraces were composed had been brought up there, from the shore below, by hard labor, and so uponthe rock a soil had been created. It was not by its own nature that the garden was found in such a place; but by skill andlabor it had been formed: even so the church of God has had to be constructed by the Lord Jesus, who is the author as wellas theperfecter of his garden. Painfully, with wounded hands, has he built each terrace, and fashioned each bed, and plantedeach plant. All the flowers have had to be watered with his bloody sweat, and watched by his tearful eyes the nail-printsin his hands, and the wound in his side are the tokens of what it cost him to make a new Paradise. He has given his life forthe life of every plant that is in the garden, and not one of them had been there on any other theory than "supposing himto be thegardener."

Besides, there is another wonder. How comes the church of God to flourish in such a clime? This present evil world is very uncongenial to the growth of grace, and the church is not able by herself alone to resistthe evil influences which surround her. The church contains within itself elements which tend to its own disorder and destructionif left alone; even as the garden has present in its soil all the germs of a tangled thicket of weeds. The best church thatever Christ had on earth would within a few years apostatise from the truth if deserted by the Spirit of God. The worldnever helps the church; it is all in arms against it; there is nothing in the world's air or soil that can fertilise the churcheven to the least degree. How is it, then, that notwithstanding all this, the church is a fair garden unto God, and thereare sweet spices grown in its beds, and lovely flowers are gathered by the Divine hand from its borders? The continuance andprosperity of the church can only be accounted for by "supposing him to be the gardener." Almighty strength is put tothe otherwise impossible work of sustaining a holy people among men; almighty wisdom exercises itself upon this otherwiseinsuperable difficulty. Hear ye the word of the Lord, and learn hence the reason for the growth of his church below. "I, theLord, do keep it: I will water it every moment; lest any hurt it, I will keep it night and day." That is the reason for theexistenceof a spiritual people still in the midst of a godless and perverse generation. This is the reason for an election of gracein the midst of surrounding vice, and worldliness, and unbelief. "Supposing him to be the gardener," I can see why there shouldbe fruitfulness, and beauty, and sweetness even in the center of the wilderness of sin.

Another mystery is also cleared up by this supposition. The wonder is that ever you and I should have been placed among the plants of the Lord. Why are we allowed to grow in the garden of his grace? Why me, Lord? Why me? How is it that we have been kept there, andborne with in our barrenness, when he might long ago have said, "Cut it down: why cumbereth it the ground?" Who else wouldhave borne with such waywardness as ours? Who could have manifested such infinitepatience? Who could have tended us with such care, and when the care was so ill-rewarded who would have renewed it solong from day to day, and persisted in designs of boundless love? Who could have done more for his vineyard? who could orwould have done so much? An mere man would have repented of his good intent, provoked by our ingratitude. None but God couldhave had patience with some of us! That we have not long ago been slipped off as fruitless branches of the vine; that we areleftstill upon the stem, in the hope that we may ultimately bring forth fruit, is a great marvel. I know not how it is thatwe have been spared, except upon this ground-"supposing him to be the gardener"-for Jesus is all gentleness and grace, soslow with his knife, so tardy with his axe, so hopeful if we do but show a bud or two, or, perchance, yield a little sourberry-so hopeful, I say, that these may be hopeful prognostics of something better by-and-by. Infinite patience! Immeasurablelongsuffering! where are ye to be found save in the breast of the Well-beloved? Surely the hoe has spared many of us simplyand only because he who is meek and lowly in heart is the gardener.

Dear friends, there is one mercy with regard to this church which I have often had to thank God for, namely, that evils should have been shut out for so long a time. During the period in which we have been together as pastor and people, and that is now some twenty-nine years, we have enjoyeduninterrupted prosperity, going from strength to strength in the work of the Lord. Alas! we have seen many other churchesthat were quite as hopeful as our own rent with strife,brought low by declension, or overthrown by heresy. I hope we have not been apt to judge their faults severely; but wemust be thankful for our own deliverance from the evils which have afflicted them. I do not know how it is that we have beenkept together in love, helped to abound in labor, and enabled to be firm in the faith, unless it be that special grace haswatched over us. We are full of faults; we have nothing to boast of; and yet no church has been more divinely favored: I wonderthatthe blessing should have lasted so long, and I cannot make it out except when I fall into "supposing him to be the gardener." I cannot trace our prosperity to the pastor, certainly; nor even to my beloved friends the elders anddeacons, nor even to the best of you with your fervent love and holy zeal. I think it must be that Jesus has been the gardener,and he has shut the gate when I am afraid I have left it open; and he has driven out the wild boar of the wood just when hehad enteredto root up the weaker plants. He must have been about at nights to keep off the prowling thieves, and he must have beenhere, too, in the noontide heat to guard those of you who have prospered in worldly goods, from the glare of too bright asun. Yes, he has been with us, blessed be his name! Hence all this peace, and unity, and enthusiasm. May we never grieve him so that heshall turn away from us; but rather let us entreat him, saying, "Abide with us. Thou that dwellest in the gardens,let this be one of the gardens in which thou dost deign to dwell until the day break and the shadows flea away." Thusour supposition is a key to many wonders.

II. Let your imaginations run along with mine while I say that "supposing him to be the gardener" should be A SPUR TO MANYDUTIES.

One of the duties of a Christian is joy. That is a blessed religion which among its precepts commands men to be happy. When joy becomes a duty, who would wish toneglect it? Surely it must help every little plant to drink in the sunlight when it is whispered among the flowers that Jesusis the gardener. "Oh," you say, "I am such a little plant; I do not grow well; I do not put forth so much leafage, nor arethere so many flowers on me as on many round about me!" Itis quite right that you should think little of yourself: perhaps to droop your head is a part of your beauty: many flowershad not been half so lovely if they had not practiced the art of hanging their heads. But supposing him to be the gardener,"then he is as much a gardener to you as he is to the most lordly palm in the whole domain. In the Mentone garden right beforeme grew the orange and the aloe, and others of the finer and more noticeable plants; but on a wall to my left grew commonwallflowers and saxifrages, and tiny herbs such as we find on our own rocky places. Now, the gardener had cared for allof these, little as well as great; in fact, there were hundreds of specimens of the most insignificant growths all duly labelledand described. The smallest saxifrage could say, "He is my gardener just as surely as he is the gardener of the Gloire deDijon or Mar‚chal Neil." Oh feeble child of God, the Lord taketh care of you! Your heavenly Father feedeth ravens, and guidesthe flight of sparrows: should he not much more care for you, oh ye of little faith? Oh little plants, you will grow rightlyenough. Perhaps you are growing downward just now rather than upward. Remember that there are plants of which we value theunderground root much more than we do the hull above ground. Perhaps it is not yours to grow very fast; you may be a slow-growingshrub by nature, and you would not be healthy if you were to run to wood. Anyhow, be this your joy, you are in the gardenof the Lord, and, "supposing him to be the gardener," he will make the best of you. You cannot be in better hands.

Another duty is that of valuing the Lord's presence, and praying for it. We ought whenever the Sabbath morning dawns to pray our Well-beloved to come into his garden and eat his pleasant fruits.What can we do without him? All day long our cry should go up to him, "O Lord, behold and visit this vine, and the vineyardwhich thy right hand has planted." We ought to agonize with him that he would come and manifest himself to us as he does notunto the world. For whatis a garden if the gardener never comes near it? What is the difference between it and the wilderness if he to whom itbelongs never lifts up spade or pruning-hook upon it? So that it is our necessity that we have Christ with us, "supposinghim to be the gardener;" and it is our bliss that we have Christ walking between our beds and borders, watching every plant,training, tending, maturing all. "Supposing him to be the gardener," it is well, for from him is our fruit found. Dividedfrom him weare nothing; only as he watches over us can we bring, forth fruit. Let us have done with confidence in man, let us foregoall attempts to supply facts of his spiritual presence by routine or rant, ritualism or rowdyism; but let us pray our Lordto be ever present with us, and by that presence to make our garden grow.

"Supposing him to be the gardener," there is another duty, and that is, let each one of us yield himself up entirely to him. A plant does not know how it ought to be treated; it knows not when it should be watered or when it should be kept dry: afruit-tree is no judge of when it needs to be pruned, or digged, or dunged. The wit and wisdom of the garden lieth not inthe flowers and shrubs, but in the gardener. Now, then, if you and I are here to-day with anyself-will and carnal judgment about us, let us seek to lay it all aside that we may be absolutely at our Lord's disposal.You might not be willing to put yourself implicitly into the hand of any mere man (pity that you should); but, surely, thouplant of the Lord's right-hand planting, thou mayest put thyself without a question into his dear hand. " Supposing him tobe the gardener," thou mayest well say, "I would neither have will, nor wish, nor wit, nor whim, nor way, but I would be asnothing in the gardener's hands, that he may be to me my wisdom and my all. Here, kind gardener, thy poor plant bows itselfto thy hand; train me as thou wilt. Depend upon it, happiness lives next door to the spirit of complete acquiescence in thewill of God, and it will be easy to exercise that perfect acquiescence when we suppose the Lord Jesus to be the gardener.If the Lord hath done it; what has a saint to say? Oh thou afflicted one, the Lord hath done it: wouldest thou have it otherwise?Nay, art thou not thankful that it is even so, because so is the will of him in whose hand thy life is, and whose areall thy ways? The duty of submission is very plain, "supposing him to be the gardener."

One more duty I would mention, though others suggest themselves. "Supposing him to be the gardener," then let us bring forth fruit to him. I do not address a people this morning who feel no care as to whether they serve God or not. I believe that most of you dodesire to glorify God; for being saved by grace, you feel a holy ambition to show forth his praises who has called you outof darkness into his marvellous light. You wish to bring others to Christ, becauseyou yourselves have been brought to life and liberty in him. Now, let this be a stimulus to your fruitbearing, that Jesusis the gardener. Where you have brought forth a single cluster, bring, forth a hundred! "supposing him to be the gardener."If he is to have the honor of it, then labor to do that which will give him great renown. If our spiritual state were to beattributed to ourselves, or to our minister, or to some of our fellow Christians, we might not feel that we were tinder agreatnecessity to be fruitful; but if Jesus be the gardener, and is to bear the blame or the honor of what we produce, thenlet us use up every drop of sap and strain every fibre, that, to the utmost of which our manhood is capable, we may producea fair reward for our Lord's travail. Under such tutorship and care we ought to become eminent scholars. Doth Christ trainus? Oh let us never cause the world to think meanly of our Master. Students feel that their alma mater deserves great thingsof them, so they labor to make their university renowned. And so, since Jesus is tutor and university to us, let us feelthat we are bound to reflect credit upon so great a teacher, upon so divine a name. I do not know how to put it, but surelywe ought to do something worthy of such a Lord. Each little flower in the garden of the Lord should wear its, brightest hues,and poor forth its rarest perfume, because Jesus cares for it. The best of all possible good should be yielded by every plantinour Father's garden, supposing Jesus to the gardener.

Thus much, then, on those two points-a key to many wonders, and a spur to many duties.

III. Thirdly, I have found in this supposition A RELIEF FROM CRUSHING RESPONSIBILITY. One has a work given him of God to do,and if he does it rightly he cannot do it carelessly. The first thing when he wakes he asks, "How is the work prospering?"and the last thought at night is, "What can I do to fulfill my calling?" Sometimes the anxiety even troubles his dreams, andhe sighs, "O Lord, send now prosperity!" How is the garden prospering which we are set to tend? Are webroken-hearted because, nothing appears to flourish? Is it a bad season? or is the soil lean and hungry? It is a veryblessed relief to an excess of care if we can fall into the habit of "supposing him to be the gardener." If Jesus be the Masterand Lord in all things it is not mine to keep all the church in order. I am not responsible for the growth of every Christian,nor for every backslider's errors, nor for every professor's faults of life. This burden must not lie on me so that I shallbecrushed thereby. "Supposing him to be the gardener," then, the church enjoys a better oversight than mine; better careis taken of the garden than could be taken by the most vigilant watchers, even though by night the frost devoured them, andby day the heat. "Supposing him to be the gardener," then all must go well in the long run. He that keepeth Israel doth neitherslumber nor sleep; we need not fret and despond. I beg you earnest workers, who are becoming depressed, to think this outalittle. You see it is yours to work under the Lord Jesus; but it is not yours to take the anxiety of his office into yoursouls as though you were to bear his burdens. The under-gardener, the work-man in the garden, needs not fret about the wholegarden as though it were all left to him. No, no; let him not take too much upon himself. I pray you, bound your anxiety bythe facts of the case. So you have a number of young people around you, and you are watching for their souls as they thatmustgive account. This is well; but do not be worried and wearied; for, after all, the saving and the keeping of those soulsis not in your hands, but it rests with One far more able than yourself. Just think that the Lord is the gardener. I knowit is so in matters of providence. A certain man of God in troublous times became quite unable to do his duty because he laidto heart so much the ills of the age; he became depressed and disturbed, and he went on board a vessel, wanting to leave thecountry, which was getting into such a state that he could no longer endure it. Then one said to him, Mr. Whitelock, areyou the manager of the world? No, he was not quite that. "Did not God get on pretty well with it before you were born, anddon't you think he will do very well with it when you are dead?" That reflection helped to relieve the good man's mind, andhe went back to do his duty. I want you thus to perceive the limit of your responsibility: you are not the gardener himself;youare only one of the gardener's boys, set to run on errands, or to do a bit of digging, or to sweep the paths. The gardenis well enough managed even though you are not head manager in it.

While this relieves us of anxiety it makes labor for Christ very sweet, because if the garden does not seem to repay us forour trouble we say to ourselves, "It is not, my garden after all. 'Supposing him to be the gardener,' I am quite willing towork on a barren piece of rock, or tie up an old withered bough, or dig a worthless sod; for, if it only pleases Jesus, thework is for that one sole reason profitable to the last degree. It is not mine to question the wisdom ofmy task, but to set about it in the name of my Master and Lord. 'Supposing him to be the gardener,' lifts the ponderousresponsibility of it from me, and my work becomes pleasant and delightful."

In dealing with the souls of men, we meet with cases which are extremely difficult. Some persons are so timid and fearfulthat you do not know how to comfort them; others are so fast and presumptuous that you hardly know how to help them. A feware so double-faced that you cannot understand them, and others so fickle that you cannot hold them. Some flowers puzzle theordinary gardener: we meet with plants which are covered with prickles, and when you try to train them theywound the hand that would help them. These strange growths would make a great muddle for you if you were the gardener;but "supposing him to be the gardener," you have the happiness of being able to go to him constantly, saying, "Good Lord,I do not understand this singular creature; it is as odd a plant as I am myself. Oh, that thou wouldest manage it, or tellme how. I have come to tell thee of it."

Constantly our trouble is that we have so many plants to look after that we have not time to cultivate any one in the bestmanner, because we have fifty more all wanting attention at the time; and then before we have done with the watering-pot wehave to fetch the hoe and the rake and the spade, and we are puzzled with these multitudinous cares, even as Paul was whenhe said, "That which cometh upon me daily, the care of all the churches." Ah, then, it is a blessed thingto do the little we can do and leave the rest to Jesus, "supposing him to be the gardener."

In the church of God there is a discipline which we cannot exercise. I do not think it is half so hard to exercise disciplineas it is not to be able to exercise it when yet you feel that it ought to be done. The servants of the householder were perplexedwhen they might not root up the tares. "Didst thou not sow good seed in thy field? From whence then hath it tares?" "An enemyhath done this." "Wilt thou then that we go and gather them up?" "Not so," said he, "lest yeroot, up the wheat with them." This afflicts the Christian minister when he must not remove a pestilent, hindering weed.Yes, but "supposing him to be the gardener," and it is his will to let that weed remain, what have you and I to do but to hold our peace? He hasa discipline more sure and safe than ours, and in due time the tares shall know it. In patience let us possess our souls.

And then, again, there is that succession in the garden which we can not keep up. Plants will die down, and others must beput into their places or the garden will grow bare, but we know not where to find these fresh flowers. We say, "When yondergood man dies who will succeed him?" That is a question I have heard many a time, till I am rather weary of it. Who is tofollow such a man? Let us wait till he is gone and needs following. Why sell the man's coat when he can wearit himself? We are apt to think when this race of good brethren shalt die of it that none will arise worthy to unloosethe latchets of their shoes. Well, friend, I could suppose a great many things, but this morning my text is, "Supposing himto be the gardener," and on that supposition I expect that the Lord has other plants in reserve which you have not yet, seen,and these wilt exactly fit into our places when they become empty, and the Lord will keep up the true apostolical successiontillthe day or his second advent. In every time of darkness and dismay, when the heart sinks and the spirits decline, andwe think it is all over with the church of God, let us fall back on this, "Supposing him to be the gardener," and expect tosee greater and better things than these. We are at the end of our wits, but he is not at the beginning of his yet: we are nonplussed, but he never will be; therefore let us wait and be tranquil,"supposing him to be the gardener."

IV. Fourthly, I want you to notice that this supposition will give you A DELIVERANCE FROM MANY GLOOMY FEARS. I walked downthe garden, and I saw a place where all the path was strewn with leaves and broken branches, and stones, and I saw the earthupon the flower-beds, tossed about, and roots lying quite out of the ground: all was in disorder. Had a dog been amusing himself?or had a mischievous child been at work? If so, it was a great pity. But no: in a minute or two Isaw the gardener come back, and I perceived that he had been making all this disarrangement. He had been cutting, and digging, and hacking, and mess-making; and all for thegood of the garden. It may be it has happened to some of you that you have been a good deal clipped lately, and in your domesticaffairs things have not been in so fair a state as you could have wished: it may be in the Church we have seen ill weeds pluckedup, and barren branches lopped, so that everything is endeshabille. Well, if the Lord has done it out, gloomy fears are idle. "Supposing him to he the gardener," all is well.

As I was talking this over with my friend, I said to him-"Supposing him to be the gardener," then the serpent will have abad time of it. Supposing Adam to be the gardener, then the serpent gets in and has a chat with his wife, and mischief comes of it; but supposing Jesus to be the gardener, woe to thee, serpent:there is a blow for thy head within half a minute if thou dost but show thyself within the boundary. So, if we are afraidthat the devil should get inamong us let us always in prayer entreat that there may be no space for the devil, because the Lord Jesus Christ fillsall, and keeps out the adversary. Other creatures besides serpents intrude into gardens; caterpillars and palmerworms, andall sorts of destroying creatures are apt to devour our churches. How can we keep them out? The highest wall cannot excludethem: there is no protection except one, and that is, "supposing him to be the gardener." Thus it is written, "I will rebukethedevourer for your sakes, and he shall not destroy the fruits of your ground; neither shall your vine cast her fruit beforethe time in the field, saith the Lord of hosts."

I am sometimes troubled by the question, What if roots of bitterness should spring up among us to trouble us? We are all suchfallible creatures, supposing some brother should permit the seed of discord to grow in his bosom, then there may be a sisterin whose heart the seeds will also spring up, and from her they will fly to another sister, and be blown about till brethrenand sisters are all bearing rue and wormwood in their hearts. Who is to prevent this? Only the Lord,Jesus by his Spirit. He can keep out this evil, "supposing him to be the gardener." The root which beareth wormwood willgrow but little where Jesus is. Dwell with us, Lord, as a church and people: by thy Holy Spirit reside with us and in us,and never depart from us, and then no root of bitterness shall spring up to trouble us.

Then comes another fear. Suppose the living waters of God's Spirit should not come to water the garden, what then? We cannot,make them flow, for the Spirit is a sovereign, and he flows where he pleases. Ah, but the Spirit of God will he in our garden,"supposing our Lord to be the gardener." There is no fear of our not being watered when Jesus undertakes to do it. "He willpour water on him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground." But what if the sunlight of hislove should not shine on the garden? If the fruits should never ripen, if there should be no peace, no joy in the Lord?That cannot happen "supposing him to be the gardener;" for his face is the sun, and his countenance scatters those health-givingbeams, and nurturing warmths, and perfecting influences which are needful for maturing the saints in all the sweetness ofgrace to the glory of God. So, "supposing him to be the gardener" at this the close of the year, I fling away my doubts andfears, and invite you who bear the church upon your heart to do the same. It is all well with Christ's cause because itis in his own hands. He shall not fail nor be discouraged. The pleasure of the, Lord shall prosper in his hands.

V. Fifthly, here is A WARNING FOR THE CARELESS, "supposing him to be the gardener." In this great congregation many are tothe church what weeds are to a garden. They are not planted by God; they are not growing under his nurture, they are bringingforth no fruit to his glory. My dear friend, I have tried often to get at you, to impress you, but I cannot. Take heed; forone of these days, "supposing him to be the gardener," he will reach you, and you shall know what thatword meaneth, "Every plant which my heavenly Father hath, not planted shall be rooted up." Take heed to yourselves, Ipray.

Others among us are like the branches of the vine which bear no fruit. We have often spoken very sharply to these, speakinghonest truth in unmistakable language, and yet we have not touched their consciences. Ah, but "supposing him to be the gardener,"he will fulfill that sentence: "Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away." He will get at you, if we cannot. Would God, ere this old year were quite dead, you would turn unto the Lord with fullpurpose of heart; so that instead of being a weed you might become a choice flower; that instead of a dry stick, you mightbe a sappy, fruit-bearing, branch of the vine. The Lord make it to be so; but if any here need the caution, I pray them totake it to heart at once. "Supposing him to be the gardener," there will be no escaping from his eye; there will be no deliverancefrom his hand. As "he will thoroughly purge his floor, and burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire," so he willthoroughly cleanse his garden and cast out every worthless thing.

VI. Another set of thoughts may well arise as A QUIETUS TO THOSE WHO COMPLAIN, "Supposing him to be the gardener." Certainof us have been made to suffer much physical pain, which often bites into the spirits, and makes the heart to stoop: othershave suffered heavy temporal losses, having had no success in business, but, on the contrary, having had to endure privation,perhaps even to penury. Are you ready to complain against the Lord for all this? I pray you, do not so.Take the supposition of the text into your mind this morning. The Lord has been pruning you sharply, cutting off yourbest boughs, and you seem to be like a thing despised that is constantly tormented with the knife. Yes, but "supposing himto be the gardener," suppose that your loving Lord has wrought it all, that from his own hand all your grief has come, everycut, and every gash, and every slip: does not this alter the case? Hath not the Lord done it? Well, then, if it be so, putyourfinger to your lip and be quiet, until you are able from your heart to say, "The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away,and blessed be the name of the Lord." I am persuaded that the Lord hath done nothing amiss to any one of his people; thatno child of his can rightly complain that he has been whipped with too much severity; and that no one branch of the vine cantruthfully declare that it has been pruned with too sharp an edge. No; what the Lord has done is the best that could havebeendone, the very thing that you and I, if we could have possessed infinite wisdom and love, would have wished to have done;therefore let us stop each thought of murmuring, and say, "The Lord hath done it," and be glad.

Especially I speak to those who have suffered bereavement. I can hardly express to you how strange I feel at this moment whenmy sermon revives a memory so sweet dashed with such exceeding bitterness. I sat with my friend and secretary in that gardensome fifteen days ago, and we were then in perfect health, rejoicing in the goodness of the Lord. We returned home, and withinfive days I was smitten with disabling pain; and worse, far worse than that, he was called upon tolose his wife. We said to one another as we sat there reading the word of God and meditating, "How happy we are! Darewe think of being so happy? Must it not speedily end?" I little thought I should have to say for him, "Alas, my brother, thouart brought very low, for the delight of thine eyes is taken from thee." But here is our comfort: the Lord hath done it. Thebest rose in the garden is gone. Who has taken it? The gardener came this way and gathered it. He planted it and watched overit,and now he has taken it. Is not this most natural? Does anybody weep because of that? No; everybody knows that it is right,and according to the order of nature that he should come and gather the best in the garden. If you are sore troubled by theloss of your beloved, yet dry your grief by supposing him to be the gardener." Kiss the hand that has wrought you such grief?Brethren beloved, remember the next time the Lord comes to your part of the garden, and he may do so within the next week,hewill only gather his own flowers, and would you prevent his doing so even if you could?

VII. "Supposing him to be the gardener," then there is AN OUTLOOK FOR THE HOPEFUL. "Supposing him to be the gardener," thenI expect to see in the garden where he works the best possible prosperity: I expect to see no flower dried up, no tree withoutfruit: I expect to see the richest, rarest fruit, with the daintiest bloom upon it, daily presented to the great Owner ofthe garden. Let us expect that in this church, and pray for it. oh, if we have but faith we shall seegreat things. It is our unbelief that straitens God. Let us believe great things from the work of Christ by his Spiritin the midst of his people's hearts, and we shall not be disappointed.

"Supposing him to be the gardener," then, dear friends, we may expect divine intercourse of unspeakable preciousness. Go backto Eden for a minute. When Adam was the gardener, what happened? The Lord God walked in the garden in the cool of the day.But "supposing him to be the gardener," then we shall have the Lord God dwelling among us, and revealing himself in all theglory of his power, and the plenitude or his Fatherly heart; making us to know him, that we may befilled with all the fullness of God. What joy is this!

One other thought. "Supposing him to be the gardener," and God to come and walk among the trees of the garden, then I expecthe will remove the whole of the garden upward with himself to fairer skies; for he rose, and his people must rise with him.I expect a blessed transplantation of all these flowers below to a clearer atmosphere above, away from all this smoke andfog and damp, up where the sun is never clouded, where flowers never wither, where fruits never decay. Oh,the glory we shall then enjoy up yonder, on the hills of spices in the garden of God. "Supposing him to be the gardener"what a garden will he form above, and how shall you and I grow therein, developing beyond imagination." It doth not yet appearwhat we shall be, but we know that when he shall appear we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is." Since he isthe author and finisher or our faith, to what perfection will he conduct us, and to what glory will he bring us! Oh, to befoundin him! God grant we may be! To be plants in his garden, "Supposing him to be the gardener," is all the heaven we candesire.

By C. H. Spurgeon

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