Sermon 2079. Man Unknown To Man




"The heart knows his own bitterness. And a stranger does not understand with his joy." Proverbs 14:10.

YOU lift up your eyes and you behold the stars. Surely, it is no idle imagination that these heavenly lights are distant worlds.But they are entirely separated from the inhabitants of this globe. You may peer at them through the telescope as long asyou will, but you cannot enter into the feelings and pursuits of the dwellers in those worlds. You know nothing of the nearestplanet, nor even of the world's own satellite. Some look up and declare that they see a man in the moon. It is the fancy ofthe ignorant. Others gaze at it till they discover huge volcanoes. It is the belief of the astronomer. But do what you will,you cannot enter into conversation with the moon-dwellers.

You cannot sympathize with their politics, nor share their domestic experiences. There is a great gulf fixed and we who wouldpass to them cannot-neither can they pass to us who would come from there. In a great measure such is our relation to ourfellow men. Men are microcosms, or little worlds-each man has his distinct sphere, wherein he dwells. We are so many worldsand no one world of man exactly overlaps another. You cannot completely know your fellow man. All that you know concerningyour fellows-and there is much which we can know-leaves a great deal as unknown to us as the fixed stars.

There is a bitterness which each man feels alone and a sweetness with which none can understand. Every man is, in a measure,self-contained. His being is detached from other beings in certain matters. There are bonds which unite us to our fellow man,and there is a solidarity about the race. But for all that, each man is a distinct atom and item and there are portions ofhis nature in which he does not touch his fellow man at all but displays his own individuality and personality. Alone arewe born, one by one. Alone do we die, one by one. Though we shall stand with the great multitude before the Throne of God,yet that judgment will be of individuals and the sentence will be passed upon us one by one.

Heaven will be an enjoyment which the Believer himself possesses-or Hell a misery which the impenitent himself endures. Noone can merge himself in another man, nor so blend himself with the mass as to cease to be an individual existence. For wealor woe we are each one launched on the ocean of life in his own vessel. "Every man shall bear his own burden."

It is not surprising that we must be, in a measure, unknown to others since we do not even fully know ourselves. Mysteriesexist within our own bosoms and abysses which we have never yet explored. Their own personal humanity is to many an utterlyunknown land. And none know themselves so fully as they think. "Man, know yourself," is a precept much more profound thanit appears. If we do not know ourselves, how shall we know our fellows?

Besides, there are points of individuality in each man which render him distinct from every other. No two women- althoughthey are born of the same parents, have been trained in the same home, and have lived together in close companionship-willbe found to be precisely alike. No man could find his exact counterpart among all the millions of the race. In some pointor points each man is inscrutable by his companions. Either from one peculiar element which is in him or from the peculiarproportions in which qualities are blended in his constitution, each man is a being after his own kind.

How can we know beings so strangely different from each other? Remember also, that men in their highest and deepest conditions,are remarkably secretive. The extreme heights and depths lie in darkness. A man may openly show himself in his ordinary lifeand "wear his heart upon his sleeve." But when he reaches a especial grief the waters are still deep. The keenest griefs cuta narrow but deep channel and as they wear into the inmost soul they flow without noise. The grief that babbles is a shallowbrook. Silent sorrow is profound. Great misery is dumb with silence-it opens not its mouth. It is precisely the same in thehigher ranges of joy. When once we soar into the heavenlies we are alone.

As I rode along in the South of France, the driver, turning to me, exclaimed, "See, there are eagles!" "No," I said, "noteagles, for eagles fly alone." Seven or eight large birds together might be hawks, or falcons, or kites but not true eagles.A royal eagle soars alone into the blue-his mate may bear him company but he has no crew of comrades around him. The childof God-the true eagle of the skies-when he rises into the more Divine ranges of his spiritual life is, and must be, alone.Like their Lord, all saints will have a winepress which they must tread alone. And even so, they will have a Pisgah to whichthey will climb unattended. I marvel not that men hide those lives which God has hidden in Christ and that their fellows seenot the part of them which lives upon the invisible.

What is the practical use of these facts? We learn, I think first, that we may not judge our Brethren as though we understoodthem and were competent to give a verdict upon them. Do not sit down, like Job's friends, and condemn the innocent. They,seeing Job covered with sores, and hearing him speak in bitterness-and knowing that God had taken away from him his propertyand his children-rushed to the conclusion that he was a hypocrite, abhorred of God, and that his heart was proudly rebelliousagainst Jehovah.

Never a more cruel judgment than that of men who are but half-informed upon the matter and see before them a great man inadversity, a good man in dire distress. Had it not been for Job's prayers, they would not have escaped the anger of God. Andyet they had dared to condemn the patient saint. Why do you sit down and write bitter things against your fellow man? Be notsure that you can accurately judge any of his actions. Seen upon its surface and by itself, his act may appear blameworthy.But the motive behind it, if known to you, might soften your censure or even win your praise.

Before the great Searcher of all hearts, things are not what they seem. As our law condemns no man before it hears him, solet us not hasten to give sentence since we have not yet heard and in all probability never shall hear, all the ins and outsof his behavior. Well said our Lord, "Judge not, that you be not judged." Especially judge not the sons and daughters of sorrow.Allow no ungenerous suspicions of the afflicted, the poor and the despondent. Do not hastily say they ought to be more braveand exhibit a greater faith. Ask not why are they so nervous and so absurdly fearful? No, in this you speak as one of thefoolish women speaks. I beseech you, remember that you understand not your fellow man.

The next practical lesson is if we desire to show sympathy to our Brethren let us not dream that this is an easy task. Itis not a simple matter to square two unknown quantities-yourself and your friend. It would take me long to learn to correspondwith the inhabitants of the planet Mars-in all probability I should never achieve the task. I doubt not that there are manypeople so peculiar, both in their sorrows and in their joys, that I shall no more be able to commune with them in real sympathythan with the people of the aforesaid planet. Study the art of sympathy. It is easy enough for a captain of a steam vesselto lay his ship alongside the wharf. But if I had to do it I would probably break down the wall of the dock and wreck thevessel, too.

It is not easy to lay your soul side by side with another man's soul. It is as difficult to do as Elijah did when he laidhimself upon the dead child, putting his mouth upon the child's mouth and his hands upon the child's hands and his feet uponthe child's feet and so, by God's power, breathing life into the cold form. It is not easy to be effectively sympathetic-somecannot manifest tenderness even when they have a mind to do so. I once knew a minister who had never suffered pain or illnessin his life. I was unwell in his house and he most kindly tried to sympathize with me. He did it almost as wonderfully asan elephant picks up a pin. It was a marvel that he could attempt a thing so altogether out of his line.

Many of the trials which are experienced by Christians are sent as an education in the art of sympathy. Be thankful for thatwhich enables you to be a minister of consolation to your fellow men. But feel that in this matter you are yet a learner andwill frequently meet with sorrows and with joys into which you cannot enter.

One other lesson and that is the great one we want all of us to learn. We all need sympathy. And as it is impossible thatwe should ever perfectly obtain it from our fellow men, there remains but One who can give it to us. There is One who canenter the closet where the skeleton is locked up. One who is in touch with our unmentionable grief. He weighs and measuresthat which is too heavy for us to bear. That blessed One! Oh, that we may each one have Him for our Friend! Without Him weshall lack the great necessity of a happy life! A personal Savior is absolutely needful to each of us to meet our individualpersonality. Jesus, alone, can understand with our joy and make it still more gladsome. He, alone, can understand our griefand remove its wormwood.

We must each one have Christ for himself. What is another man's Christ to me? What is the Christ who dies for all the worldto anyone in that world until he takes a personal hold on Him? "He loved me and gave Himself for me"-that is the point ofrest. What joy to touch the nail print with your finger and to cry, "My Lord and my God"! This is the heart of the matter.The general doctrine of the Gospel has great power in it but the sweetness lies in the particular application of it. Whatthough the city be full of bread? If there is none upon your table you will starve! What though the coffers of the bank shouldoverflow with gold? If you have nothing to purchase the necessaries of life, you will perish in your poverty!

We must have not a national religion but a personal religion. Not a share in the ecclesiastical privileges of a Church butthe privilege-each one for himself-of becoming a child of God. We must personally open the door to our Lord and He must enterinto us and fill our entire nature with His Divine indwelling. He must be formed in each one of us the hope of glory, or Glorywill never be ours. Be not deceived into joint-stock godliness-each man must come into individual relation with the livingGod in Christ Jesus.

Having already handled its general principle, we will now come close to our text in its two parts-the heart knows a bitternesspeculiar to itself. And secondly, the heart also knows a sweetness peculiar to itself.

I. THE HEART KNOWS ITS OWN BITTERNESS. This is true in a natural, common and moral sense. I shall, as a rule, confine myselfto the more spiritual application.

"The heart knows its own bitterness." Concerning any man this is true. The shoe pinches on every foot and that foot only knowswhere the pinch is felt by itself. Every shoulder bears its load and that load is its own. Envy no man. He who seems mosthappy may be more fit for pity than for envy. His heart knows its own bitterness. Do not intrude into the hidden sorrows ofany-it is enough for one heart to know its bitterness. Maybe you will increase misery if you meddle with it. Leave that alonewhich you can not relieve. If you can, help, lend your attentive ear. But if you can not help, keep your finger from the wound.

Yet in your very quietness feel inwardly a sense of brotherhood. For since this man's heart has its own bitterness and youhave yours, it proves that you and he are of the same fallen family and both citizens of that world which brings forth thornsand thistles to all the fallen race. You are evidently sprung of the same Adam since in the sweat of your face you must eatbread. You cannot bear another man's burden so as to take the weight from his shoulder. If a man had to carry a hundredweightof material upon his back you could take fifty-six pounds of it for him and he would have just so much the less to carry.

But it is not so with mental and spiritual loads. You may cheer the heart of the burden-bearer but his trouble is still thesame-there is no dividing his grief. When a heart is full of bitterness you may sip the wormwood but the cup will still benauseous to him that drinks it. We cannot diminish the pain of another's wound even though we should be wounded ourselves.Rest certain that everywhere throughout this world every foot has its blister, every shoulder has its sore, every lot hasits crook-every rose has its thorn.

Most solemnly this is true concerning the godless man. Of the irreligious man-the unbelieving man-it is surely true that,"The heart knows its own bitterness." In the verse which precedes the text we read, "Fools make a mock at sin." Why do they?It is to hide the uneasiness within their bosoms. Why does a man blaspheme? Why does he sneer at the Truth of God? Why doeshe say evil things against the Christ of God? Why does he persecute godly people? Simply because these good things are a protestagainst his evil condition. He is disturbed by them and is vexed by an uneasy feeling within his heart. The boy going throughthe Churchyard at night whistles to keep his courage up.

And many of the braggart speeches of infidels are merely an attempt to conceal the unrest of heart which they would not liketo confess. They are not happy-they cannot be happy. Can a creature be happy at war with its Creator? Can the breaker of theLaw be happy when Justice pursues his every step? They are ill at ease and we may truly say of each one of them, "The heartknows its own bitterness." Be not afraid to approach them with the Gospel-they are more ready to receive it than we imagine.When they roar most loudly there is little of the lion about them except the skin. Fear them not. They need the Gospel evenmore than other people and their attempt to bully their own consciences proves that they are somewhat aware of their want.Approach them without fear and press them home with the Word of the Lord. For this is true of them, "The heart knows its ownbitterness."

Next-how true this is concerning an awakened man! When conscience at last starts up from its dream. When the Holy Spirit beginsto convict the sinful man of righteousness and of judgment-ah, then, Beloved, "the heart knows its own bitterness." I couldnot have told you, if you had bribed me to disclose the secret, the inward grief I felt when day and night God's hand washeavy upon me on account of sin. Before I found a Savior, the agony of my mind was at times indescribable for I felt the pressureof the wrath of God justly incurred by my iniquity. That verse which precedes my text, which we read as, "Fools make a mockat sin," may be interpreted, "Fools mock at the sin offering." Or even "The sin offering is a mock to fools."

Not only does the fool mock at the sin offering but the sin offering becomes a vain thing to the fool. Religion refuses toyield comfort to godless men. I have known a sinner when under deep conviction of sin to seek the Lord with hunger of spiritand for a while he has been left in his hunger. He has turned to Jesus for comfort and for a season he has thought that evenJesus repelled him. It is an awful time with the heart when it is obliged to confess, "I remembered God and was


Have you ever looked to the Cross and even there beheld darkness and not light? Have you ever heard a voice saying, "You havedone despite to the precious blood and it avails you no more"? That voice is a LYING voice-but all the same-when it piercesthe ear of conscience it brings on an indescribable agony and then with emphasis, "The heart knows its own bitterness." Haveany of you to whom I now speak at last come to your senses? And do you wish to escape from the wrath of God but cannot? Doyou feel like a poor worm upon the ground, surrounded by a ring of fire which you cannot overleap? I am grieved for you, myBrothers and Sisters. And I am thankful that by such despair men are brought at last to trust in Jesus.

They are cut off from sin by a terrible discovery of its evil, cut off from self by utter despair and driven to cast themselveson the merit of the Savior. Fly to Jesus and you shall be saved. But till you do, your heart will be filled with a bitternessbeyond expression.

Our text is certainly true concerning the backslider-"The heart knows its own bitterness." The Proverbs appear at first sightto be thrown together without connection but it is not so-when you come to close reading you will discover that they are threadedpearls and that they are in proper position with regard to each other. In the 14th verse we read- "The backslider in heartshall be filled with his own ways: and a good man shall be satisfied from himself." So whenever a backslider goes away fromGod and plunges into sin you may not dare to think that he is happy. In his case, "The heart knows its own bitterness."

One of the most bitter experiences is that of one who is awakened to see his heinous criminality after having known the Truthof God. One who has enjoyed meetings for prayer and has been accustomed to speak about his own conversion. One who has laboredfor the salvation of others. Has known rapt fellowship with God but has turned aside to filthiness and dishonored the sacredname by which he was called. To dive from communion with God into gross sin-ah, it were better for him that he had never beenborn! Even in the present anguish of his heart he will often feel himself set up as a target for the arrows of the Almightytill they seem to drink his blood.

When the gracious Lord grants him repentance and he comes back, as I am persuaded he will-he will return with weeping andwith supplication and eat again of the paschal lamb with abundance of bitter herbs. Alas, even when he is restored and DivineGrace has cleansed the stain, his old wounds will be sadly apt to bleed afresh. As men that break a bone in their youth willfind strange pains visiting the limb in bad weather, so do old men feel the sins of their youth in their bones. Some go softlyall their days, because of one grievous fall. Many a sigh and many a tear will start unawares because of former transgressions.Even the restored and pardoned heart knows its own bitterness.

Concerning the tried Believer, this is very true. The afflicted is one whose heart knows its own bitterness. Brethren, manyof the excellent of the earth are constitutionally sorrowful. Certain of our friends are always happy, not so much as theresult of Divine Grace as the effect of nature. Some can bear a very much larger amount of pain than others without beingdepressed in spirit-this is a great gift. Many plants flourish best in the sunshine but others love the shade. I have seena fern which grows best in drip and gloom. God has made each one for its place.

Some of the most beautiful flowers in the garden of the Lord grow under the shade of the tree of life. Bid all those who aretimorous and sad to lift up their hearts and rejoice in God-but oh, do not condemn them while you encourage them! Cheer them,but do not censure them. The Lord knows that there may, in each case, be something about the body,

something about the mind, or something about the condition which makes it far less evil in these persons to be despondingthan it might be in our cases-"The heart knows its own bitterness."

Possibly there may be present among us servants of God who are wading through rivers of trouble. We do not know. Dear Friends,in the heyday of our joy how closely we may be sitting to "a woman of a sorrowful spirit," or "a man that has seen affliction."We little know the burdens which are bowing our neighbors' backs. Patience gives them smiling faces but pain wrings theirhearts. Great losses and great crosses fall to the lot of great saints. Sickness is often a means of Divine Grace-those whohave much Grace may be called to endure much disease. There is a bitterness which some of you can scarcely understand-it isthe loss of beloved children-especially the loss of an only child.

Call to mind that word of Holy Scripture-"They shall be in bitterness, as one that is in bitterness for his only son." Evidentlythis is singled out as the keenest trial. The widow of Nain was feeling this grief and this led our Divine Master to bid thebearers stand still while He made the dead young man sit upright on the bier and then delivered him to his mother. Bereavementof our loved ones is a heavy trial. I must add here that your spiritual children can also make you feel a bitterness of themost intense order. This sorrow I know better than most men. Ah me-I bow in the dust when I think of those over whom I watchedcarefully and lovingly-who have turned against the cause I love as my own life.

I thought that they would always preach to the glory of our Lord. But they have denied the faith or sided with those who pervertthe Gospel of Christ. There may be sharper troubles but I deeply pity those who have to endure them. In proportion as we haveloved, we mourn over Judas when he lifts up his heel against us-and Demas, who quits us for the present evil world. Cuttingto the very marrow of the bone is the cruel spirit which, in its infatuation with evil, forgets not only the ties of gratitudebut even of common decency. Truly, days have passed over me in which the plowmen made deep their furrows. But I forbear-"Theheart knows its own bitterness."

You see, then, that in the whole range of human society each heart knows its own bitterness. And I want to say this to you-thesingularity of sorrow is a dream of the sufferer. You sit alone and keep silent and you say in your heart, "I am the man thathas seen affliction." But a host of others have seen affliction as well as yourself. Come down from your elevation of especialwoe. Indulge no longer the egotism of despair. You are but one pilgrim along the well trod Via Dolorosa. The stairway of griefis never without its passengers and at their head is He whose name is, "A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief."

Next, let me say, know your sorrow well. "The heart knows its own bitterness." It is always well when it does know it. Ifyou can write down your grief in black and white and describe it to yourself, the half of it will evaporate. A large proportionof our despondency is mythical-it is a kind of smoke or mist which will disappear as the light falls on it. "Why are you castdown, O my Soul? Why are you disquieted in me?" If you are wise you will press home those two "whys," till you say to yourself,"There is no reason for being disquieted-hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him!"

Above all, remember that the cure for bitterness of heart is to take it to your Lord at once. Remember this word- "In alltheir affliction He was afflicted." No drop of gall was too bitter for His mouth-He tasted death, itself. There is no cornerin your heart so dark but Christ has been in as dark a room as that. All the thorns that pierce your feet once pierced Hishead. Go to Him with the full vessel of your woe. "You people, pour out your hearts before Him: God is a refuge for us." Thenshall you sing for joy of heart. Enough, perhaps too much, upon that part of the text.

II. I wish I had an hour in which to speak upon the second part of our subject. THE HEART KNOWS A SWEETNESS WHICH IS ALL ITSOWN. I will go into one or two of the forms of this sweetness.

You have tasted, many of you, the joy of pardoned sin. Do you remember when you were, for the first time, sure that God, forChrist's sake, had forgiven you? Could you tell anybody the joy you then felt? If you had tried to explain it, you would havebeen compelled to use your legs to dance with, your hands to clap with, your eyes for tears of joy and your countenance forbeams of delight, as well as your tongue for speech! You would have had to speak by signs and gestures, as well as by words.In proportion as you were burdened before, you felt the bliss of rest. In proportion as the iron had entered into your soulbefore, the joy came leaping into your heart.

You felt as if you wanted every pore of your skin to become a mouth for song to praise the redeeming Christ. Truly a strangerunderstands not with such joy. Only the pardoned know the joy of pardon. I dare say when you were first saved others saidthat you were off your head. In the family it was suspected that poor John was not himself at all. He was so different fromwhat he used to be. Oh yes, the joy of pardoned sin is one with which a stranger cannot understand.

Some time after your pardon you knew the bliss of vanquished evil. To be forgiven was not enough. You longed to be free fromthe dominion of sin. I do not know what your peculiar sin may have been, but after a struggle you overcame it and you feltthat the very desire for that sin was dead-you loathed it now as much as you loved it before. What a joy that was to you!It was like the triumph of Israel when they had come out of Egypt and Egypt itself had been overthrown at the Red Sea. Thedepths had covered them, there was not one of them left. The mighty waters swept away Pharaoh and his captains.

Do you remember when the habit of drunkenness went down into the sea? Do you remember when another vile propensity sank aslead in the mighty waters? Israel saw the Egyptians dead upon the shore. Then sang Moses and the children of Israel, saying,"Sing unto the Lord, for He has triumphed gloriously." No Arabian in the wilderness could have entered into the joy of Miriamthat day. No Edomite in the rock city could have joined in the ecstasy of the tribes who had newly come up dry-shod from thedepths of the sea. Joy over a conquered evil is a joy worth worlds, and no stranger can deprive us of it.

Beloved, since then you have known the joy of perfect reconciliation with God. When the prodigal laid his head in his father'sbosom and his father's kiss was warm on his cheek, he could not have told how happy he felt. He was as a child which nestlesdown in its mother's bosom. Or as a lamb which has been lost amidst the brake and has been found by the shepherd and carriedhome. What a joy to be "reconciled to God by the death of His Son"! I was once His enemy and now I am His friend. He lovesme. With an everlasting love He loves me. I will not attempt to describe the joy this confidence creates because I shouldbreak down in the endeavor. The only way for anybody to understand the bliss of reconciliation is to be reconciled himself.

I have told you, I think, the story of the boy at the Mission house to whom the missionary gave a piece of white sugar. Hehad never seen it before and when he reached home, he told his father about this sweet stuff. His father said, "Is it likeso-and-so?" The boy could not answer his father's questions and so he ran down the street to the teacher, and said, "Teacher,please give me a lump of the white stuff for my father. He wants to know how sweet it is and I cannot tell him. He must eatit for himself." Reconciliation to God has a sweetness in it which he only knows who enjoys it.

One of the most intense joys I have ever known is the joy of accepted service. The best picture I can show you of what thatjoy must be is Abraham. You have thought of Abraham going up to Mount Moriah with his son, Isaac, bearing the fire and theknife and the wood. What a heavy heart the Patriarch carried up that hill! You have sympathized with him. Will you try torealize his feeling when he comes down from the mount? Isaac is alive. God has revealed Himself- Abraham is accepted. Theman of God has been proved and he has not been found wanting. What joy he feels to think that he has not withheld his son,his only son, from God! He has fulfilled to the utmost the Divine command, painful as it was. There is no self-righteousnessabout the old man.

But what an intense satisfaction in feeling God has blessed him now with a sevenfold blessing, because when brought to thetest, he did not withhold his only son! Now, if you have served God and you have felt the witness of the Spirit within you-thatGod has accepted you-your joy is such as nobody can dampen or diminish. You will not say much about it for other people wouldsay, "He is proud of what he has done." But for all that, you know what you know, and are not to be beaten out of the restwhich comes of that knowledge.

Another great joy is that of answered prayer. When the Lord has heard our petitions and given us the desire of our hearts,what joy fills our souls! Perhaps it is a personal prayer, like that of Hannah. She sat in the Sanctuary-a woman of a sorrowfulspirit and the Lord granted her desire-and in due time she came there a glad mother. Samuel was the reward of the travailof her prayer as well as the travail of her flesh. "For this child I prayed," said she. With what eyes she looked at him!There is never such a child as that which comes by the way of prayer. She added, "Therefore he shall be the Lord's as longas he lives." This is a joy which a stranger cannot touch at all. It must also have been a stern joy which filled Elijah whenhe stood at the altar after the priests of Baal and their clatter had all failed.

When he stood up and said, "Let it be known, O Lord, that I have done all these things at Your word." When the live lightningleaped from Heaven and the sacrifice went up in sheets of flame, then I do not wonder that Elijah girded up his loins andran, old man as he was, before the chariot of Ahab. For God had heard him and he was great that day. A wonderful exhilarationlifted him out of himself and he could do anything in the joy of his heart because of his answered

prayer. A stranger to prayer cannot know the joy of its success. He who knows what it is to wrestle, will understand whatit is to prevail. None can praise God like the man who has prevailed in prayer.

Further, dear Brethren, there is a very extraordinary joy about usefulness. This is a joy which, thank God, I do know. Butunless you know it, I cannot communicate its sweetness to you. It was but a poor child, or a humble servant girl, or a workingman in his fustian jacket. But as he took my hand and looked into my face, he said, "God Almighty bless you! You brought meto the Savior." I get registered letters containing money for the Lord's work. But the letters which are most precious arethose which tell of conversions from great sin to the Lord Jesus through the printed sermons. These are my golden wages. IfI say much about this, someone will charge me with blowing my own trumpet. But truly this sacred bliss is one which the successfulworker has all to himself and a stranger understands not.

You Sunday school teachers and other workers know what I mean. Pray that you may have more of it! This makes us eat breadin secret-meat which the world knows not of. Blessed be the name of the Lord who gives us this choice delight! As a shepherdrejoices when he brings back the sheep that was lost, so does the winner of souls rejoice with a joy that he cannot communicateto others when he is the means of saving a soul from death and covering a multitude of sins.

There is a joy in the heart with which no stranger understands of another kind, namely, peace in the time of trouble. A painfuloperation is needful and the patient hears the sad news without a murmur. I remember the picture of "the sleep of Argyle"who is to be executed in the morning and he is found fast wrapped in sweet slumber when the jailer enters the cell. Rememberthe martyr who had to be burned early in the morning but needed to be shaken to awake him? Fancy being shaken in the morningwith, "Get up and be burned"! How blessed to leave all with the Lord and bear His will with gladsome readiness! To be calmin the presence of pain, bereavement, slander, ridicule! This is delightful. The Lord breathes into His people His own peace.Many saints have their highest joy in their deepest trial-the Son of God is most with them in the burning fiery furnace.

They are not disturbed in prospect of the worst of evils-their heart is fixed-trusting in the Lord. God gives them a Divineserenity so that they can say, "Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labor ofthe olive shall fail and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold and there shall be no herdin the stalls-yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation." The worldling cannot understand this!The saint is neither careless nor callous. He has both sense and sensitiveness. And yet he lives apart from burdensome careand throws aside the fret which otherwise would eat into his heart.

The deeper the waters, the higher our ark mounts towards Heaven. The darker the night, the more we prize our lamp. We havelearned to sing in the dark with the thorn at our breast. This peace is a blessing with which no stranger understands-thisworld cannot give it and the world to come will not remove it. Nothing can disturb, much less destroy, the peace which Jesusgave us as His last legacy. It passes all understanding.

One other joy I must not overlook-it is the highest of all, and that is the joy of communion with God. About this I hardlydare to speak. If you have ever read Rutherford's Letters, I will very much judge you by how you judge them. If you know nothingat all about communion with God you will say, "The man is fanatical, carried away with rhapsodies. He almost utters blasphemyat times in his daring language." But if you have trod the crests of the mountains of fellowship and have bathed your foreheadin the eternal sunlight-you will know that he does not exaggerate, but that he even falls short of the indescribable blissof fellowship with God!

Yes, we even now behold the Invisible and enjoy the Infinite. We pass the boundary which separates us from Imman-uel's landand enter into the ivory palaces wherein our Lord does make us glad. When the gales blow from the right quarter, they carryto us odors from the beds of spices in the heavenly land and then our abode is, indeed, the hill Beulah. Do you know whatthis means? If you do not, I could not tell you for I should seem as one that talks in a dream. Yet, whether you know it ornot, some of us find Heaven begun below. If you have ever tasted fellowship with God, then there is a joy, as you know, withwhich no stranger understands.

Beloved, if it is so, be much in the enjoyment of these delights! There is a secret parlor in the house of manhood into whichnone can go but yourself and your Lord. Be sure that you enter there! Lock yourself in. I wish I might do so and never comeout again. Why should you always be moping down in the cellar? If you have a good house, why do you grope in the basementamong the coals and the rats? If there is a room in the house that has a fine view, make it your sitting room. I rememberat Newcastle a person said, when letting a house, "You can from the upper window see Durham Ca-

thedral on a Sunday." "Why on a Sunday? Cannot you see it on a Monday?" "No, because then the smoke of the furnaces darkensthe air."

There is a room in my heart from which I can see Heaven at choice Sabbatical times, when I can get alone with my God and forgetthe cares both of the Church and of the world. A glimpse of Heaven is a rare joy. Why should we not have it often? Come outof the cellar! Come upstairs! Come to the highest place upon the housetop and look toward the New Jerusalem-

"Why should the children of a king

Go mourning all their days?" May the Comforter come and cheer us this morning with that joy which a stranger cannot know!

If you have never known these joys, I pray you seek them for yourself-each man, each woman. Remember, you must come to Godalone, by the exercise of personal faith and personal repentance. For neither in your sorrow, nor in your joy can anotherman exactly fit with you. Therefore, come alone to the Lord Jesus and come at once. Amen.