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and tender mercy. Now, we are certain that many amongst ourselves would be ashamed of what they would consider such an inactive, quiet sort of life, made up of nothing but receiving and enjoying, so that they would reproach themselves for it, and seek again, as soon as possible, the scene of labour and activity. Elijah was not so intent upon labouring for the meat that perisheth. He had long ago renounced, as vain and absurd, the notion that any value can attach to cares merely human, whether for laying up treasure upon earth, or for acquiring a treasure in heaven by our own supposed meritorious services. He knew that all which men can receive out of God's treasure is a simple and free gift of the most
unconditional favour ; and therefore he left it entirely with his Lord, whether he would appoint him a goodly heritage in the land of Goshen, under the vine and figtree, or station him in the desert, or in the midst of militant hosts ; all he desired was to spend and be spent in his service. “ The will of the Lord be done,” appears ever to have been his watchword. Whether called to public activity and conflict in his cause, or shut up in privacy, as at Zarephath, and comparatively laid aside, as to all outward respects, he knew with the psalmist, that without God, “ It is vain to rise early and sit up late, eating the bread of worldly carefulness, since He gives it to his beloved whilst they sleep.”
Thus did Elijah feel cheerfully resigned to spend his appointed term of quietude at Zarephath, to whatever length it should please God to protract it. " Oh that we all had learnt this childlike disposition! Whoever is circumstanced, as it were, like Elijah at Zarephath ; whoever is precluded from outward activity and usefulness in the world by want of means and opportunities, or of gifts and influence, or by weakness or age, let him think with Elijah, that it is the Lord's hand which has thus laid him aside; and instead of inwardly repining, let him keep the noiseless tenor of his way with thankfulness to God. And if indeed he lean on the bosom of the Lord Jesus, and can rejoice in the blessings of God's house, let him sit under his shadow with great delight, and be only the more thankful for it. Let us not think it
necessary to the evidence of our sincerity, that we should be sad and sorrowful, much less gloomy and desponding. Continue at Zarephath, fellow-christian, as long as God pleases. Rejoice whilst the Bridegroom is with thee; when once he shall be taken from thee, then the time of fasting shall come.
Let us pause a moment upon the perpetual miracle experienced in the widow's dwelling. “ The barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil fail." By whose care was this? By the care of Him who ruleth in the armies of heaven, and among the inhabitants of the earth. He it was who replenished the cask and the cruse every morning; and thus blessed his children while they were asleep, and before they could have time to say, “Give us this day our daily bread !” And are not his mercies equally renewed every morning to ourselves ? He
the same yesterday, to day, and for ever. How graciously does he, in every respect, provide for us ; and how minutely does his providence condescend to our meanest wants! Yes, he is the Saviour of all men, specially of them that believe. What he did at Zarephath, thousands daily experience still, though not just in the same form and manner. And how truly do the children of God experience, in a spiritual way, supplies analogous to those temporal ones which were granted to this widow ! However pressingly their necessities may be felt
, still the bread of life is not spent, neither does their spiritual refreshment fail
. He takes care that thy faith fail not. Mark the words that it fail not. We do not read that whole sacks of meal werc brought into the widow's house, nor that her oil-cruse ran over. All we are told is, that “the meal wasted not ;” she daily received as much as she needed; “neither did the oil fail.” So, perhaps, thou, christian, wilt not receive any superabundance of believing joyfulness, so as to be enabled to shout for joy in the furnace of affliction : too much would not be good for thee. But rest assured of the faithfulness of thy God, that he will uphold thy faith; this thy compassionate High Priest has implored for thee, as well as for his apostle Peter; and he will daily supply thee with so much patience, by daily renewing it, that although thou mayest occasionally doubt and droop, thou never shalt despair or perish. A pious writer says, truly and beautifully, “We require just as much patience to wait, as oil is required for our lamps, until the day shall dawn, and the daystar arise in our hearts.”
Delightful, undoubtedly, was the situation of Elijah at Zarephath. But it is not usually good that a man's life should continue flowing on in one and the same easy manner. A long state of prosperity might leave his corrupt nature to become presump, tuous, and forgetful of its meanness and poverty. Perpetual quietude serves to nourish a false spirit of independence. Long seasons of rest, for sacred musings, are too much open to the intrusion of self-complacency; and therefore, generally, a condition subject to no interruptions or changes, is not good for us. Our gracious God, knowing this, appoints vicissitudes of some kind or other for his children, and pours them, as it has boen her only
said, out of one vessel into another, that they may not settle on their lees. A change of this sort now awaited the favoured family at Zarephath. The immediate reason of it is known to God alone.
Unexpectedly, in the midst of cheering blessings, a heavy cloud darkened the peaceful cottage. Alas! the widow's son, child, doubly dear to her in consequence of his wonderful preservation from imminent death by famine, “fell sick.” The sickness increased every hour, and the distress of the poor mother was extreme; but her tears prevailed not. Her delight and hope, the dearest object she had on earth, lay extended in the arms of death. How hard ! how severe, according to outward appearance ! And yet there was nothing but mercy in this event. Our gracious God intended that this bitter medicine should produce the most salutary effects. It is true, that “ no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous : nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them that are exercised thereby,” Heb. xii. 11.
II. For what purpose, then, was this painful visitation sent ? We
may ask such a question, though we must never pry too minutely into the reason of every thing that befalls us ; for now we can know but in part. We cannot interpret all God's dealings at present. His way is in the sea, and his path in the great waters. Clouds and darkness to us are round about him. But of this we may be assured, that “all his works are truth, and his ways judgment,” or righteousness; and we shall see this more clearly in a better world. At present, we must simply believe and trust in our faithful God, in the midst of our obscurity and darkness. Yet, in this visitation at Zarephath, his gracious intentions
The widow, we may well believe, was a person of real piety; but then, as it would seem, only in the manner of Lydia, before the Lord opened her heart; or like Cornelius the centurion, and some others. They were acquainted with God in a partial and too superficial manner: they held communion with him, but not enough upon the true foundation. They served the Lord, but more in the way of Martha than in that of Mary. They knew something of God's loving-kindness, but not enough of his grace; not being sufficiently convinced of their own sinfulness, the corruption of their own hearts, and of the immensity of that grace which the Lord had bestowed upon them. Their religious feelings were probably more natural than spiritual ; yet they possibly regarded such feelings with too much confidence, as a proof of their piety. And when we do this, we
of all grace.
are hindered in self-knowledge, we deceive ourselves, and remain injuriously ignorant of the relation in which we stand to the God
In short, they were well affected to godliness in general, but still too far off from God, ignorant of a Mediator and Intercessor, and not enough broken and contrite in heart.
Now, it is a mercy not to be suffered to remain in this condition, for it partakes more of self-deception than of truth. In order therefore that this good widow might enter fully into the kingdom of God, it was necessary that the Holy Spirit, who had prepared her heart already, should enable her further to see that God's love is grace_unmerited grace, for the sake of another's work—another's merits. But how could this salutary and humbling self-knowledge be conveyed to her heart; and how could it be formed into a vital principle ? Two invisible guests break in upon her : the Lord and the Spirit. The one visits the widow's house; the other her soul. The one inflicts the blow ; the other expounds it. The one slays her son; and the other makes her sensible of the reason why; namely, that she may know more of herself
. Hence her language to Elijah, “O thou man of God! art thou come to call my sin to remembrance, and to slay my son ?” See what an overthrow takes place in her spirit. “Thou art come unto me, that my sin might be remembered.” It seemed to her as if God had now for the first time looked into her heart. And indeed it is good to be sensible of his discernment of our inmost souls: to be sensible how entirely all things belonging to us are naked, opened, and laid bare to the eyes of Him with whom we have to do. But
many a one, alas, when convinced of this, will still endeavour to make the best of himself in his own eyes. And if he succeed not in so doing, yet he will seek to escape from self-reflection amidst the diversions of surrounding vanities : still, however, he finds no
of mind. Thus affliction upon affliction is often necessary for bringing sin to remembrance, that sinners
be effectually awakened, and made alive unto God.
That something of this kind was seen necessary by the God of all grace for the
widow at Zarephath, seems pretty evident from her exclamation under his chastening hand: “What have I to do with thee, O thou man of God? Art thou come unto me to call my sin to remembrance, and to slay my son ?”. This is certainly strange language ; but as the language of her heart and feelings, it is very significant. Is it not as if she had said, “Why didst thou come to me? I have reaped this from thy visit, that my sins are brought to remembrance, and a sense of them overwhelms me. Thou art such a holy man, that
neither I nor my house were worthy to entertain thee. Hence God has seen it necessary to punish me for being so bold, and for acting so familiarly with thee, as if we had been thy equals. Surely it is thy coming that has brought all this upon me. A merciful God would not have scrutinized so strictly a poor woman and an insignificant worm like myself, if he had not found me in thy society ; if thy abiding with me had not drawn his attention
Ah, why shouldst thou have come unto me! Surely the Lord would not have approached so near to such a poor sinner as I am, if thou hadst not brought his awful presence into my house ; for He is always with thee.” She intended to express something of this kind. Alas, what absurd ideas ! And yet, with all this foolishness, what genuine feeling—what self-annihilation—what humility! The object of the stroke is gained.
III. And now behold the bereaved parent, bowed down with grief, and sitting with the dead child at her bosom, as if she would again warm its stiffened limbs at her throbbing heart. She weeps at one time for her bereavement, and at another for the multitude of her sins, and knows not which of these distresses her most. Pitiable indeed is her condition! And the prophet we may be sure is touched with heartfelt
sympathy. He probably perceived the design of this visitation, and perceiving also the good effect of it, he delayed not to make preparations for allaying her anguish. He said unto her, “ Give me thy son.” This composure on the part of the prophet must have been impressive to the distressed widow. Surely a ray of hope must have gleamed within her. But will Elijah be able to gratify the hopes he is exciting ? The prophet is sure of the thing in his own mind. He takes the little corpse from the mother's bosom, hastens with it up into his bed chamber, which no doubt was also his closet for retirement and prayer, lays it upon his own bed, shuts the door, falls on his knees, and applies himself to prayer and communion with Jehovah ! And now, listen! What a prayer it is which he pours
forth ! It is a prayer
that certainly would not pass uncensured by us— that certainly would not escape the criticism and the condemnation of our wisdom, had we heard it from the mouth of other than such a one as Elijah. “O Lord my God,” cries he, “ hast thou also brought evil upon the widow with whom I sojourn, by slaying her son ?” What! does Elijah speak before the living God, of bringing evil ; does he venture to approach Jehovah's throne with such a question, and with such a complaint? Yes