Sometimes life hurts. Sometimes we are in pain. Nearly always we are in contact with others who are in pain. How can we deal with our own pain? How can we help others with theirs? Today’s devotional will help you answer those questions. God bless you.
Because of Calvary,
Psalm 130:5-6 English Standard Version (ESV)
5 I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;
6 my soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen for the morning,
more than watchmen for the morning.
“WAITING, HOPING, WATCHING.
“As we read this Psalm, we noticed, from the opening verses of it, that David was in the depths. He is not the only one of God’s people who has been there. If we imagine that the experience of true saints is always a happy high level of peace, we make a great mistake. They have their risings and their fallings, their days and their nights, their summers and their winters. Where there is life, there are pretty sure to be changes. The statues in St. Paul’s Cathedral are, I suppose, always cold alike; but living men are sometimes ready to faint in the heat, and sometimes they are well-nigh frozen with the cold. If you are a living child of God, expect that you will have many variations in your experience, and that sometimes you will be in the depths as others have been. Was not your Lord there? This Psalm is called, in the Latin version, De profundis and I am sure that our Lord, though he is now in excel-sis, — in the very heights, — yet had on earth times when he could sing this De profundis Psalm: ‘Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord.’ Then, how could we have fellowship with him in his suffering if we were not sometimes in the depths, too? How could we know what he felt, how could we be made like unto our Lord if we also were not cast down?
“The best of godly men will be, occasionally or even often, in the depths of temporal trouble. David was hunted by Saul, hated by the Philistines, grieved by his son Absalom; he had many trials, and the best of God’s people will have their trials, too. Though faith often lifts us up above them, yet there are times when the iron enters into our soul, when, ‘for a season, if need be, we are in heaviness through manifold trials.’
“God’s people, too, are sometimes in the depths of spiritual sorrow. They do not always live upon the, mount with their transfigured Master; but they come into the valley where they are made to feel the power of inbred sin, and to mourn over it exceedingly. When the light of God’s countenance is withdrawn, the dearest of his children has to cry, with his Lord on Calvary, “My God, my God, why hast then forsaken me?’ There are depths of soul-agony which some Christians have never known, but into which others have been plunged again and again. It has been as much as the saint could do to call his God his own, for his very faith seemed to tremble under the pressure of affliction and depression of spirit. This Psalm ought to comfort you who are in the depths, as you see that others have had to go there, too; but mind that you follow the example of the psalmist, and, whatever you are called to suffer, never leave off praying. Whatever else you do, never neglect this one prime means of deliverance; then you may say with David, ‘Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord.’
‘Long as they live should Christians pray,
For only while they pray they live;’
but especially when their soul seems, as it were, to have found a sepulcher, — when, while yet alive, they appear to be sinking down into the depths, then is the time when, with seven fold earnestness, they must lift up their hearts and their voices, and cry mightily unto the Lord. One of the designs of Satan, when he finds saints in the depths, is to keep them there; but the wise child of God will cry to his Lord when he gets there, for then Satan cannot keep him there for long. He who cries ‘out of the depths’ will soon be out of the depths. That cry is the voice of life, and God will not leave that soul in the depths, or suffer his redeemed one to see corruption there. Up you will rise if you can but cry. There is something marvelous about the power of prayer; when Jonah prayed out of the belly of the fish, he was soon brought up from the depths of the sea to stand on the dry land, and to go on his Master’s errand. Cry, then, if you are in the depths. If you never cried before, cry now. If you have been accustomed to pray, now pull out all the stops of this wonderful organ of prayer, and let the music ascend into the ears of the Lord of Sabbath, even though it seems to you to be nothing but discord.
“But, notice also that, while David thus cried unto the Lord, he made confession of his sin. He felt he could not stand before God on the footing of his personal character; he could not hope to prevail with Jehovah by his own merits, so he pleaded: ‘There is forgiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared.’ Come, child of God; if sin is a dark cloud that hides thy Lord’s face from thee, come to him with this great truth on thy tongue and in thy heart, ‘there is forgiveness.’ When Luther was in great trouble of soul, he was comforted by one who said to him, ‘Dost thou not believe thy Creed?’ ‘Yes,’ replied Luther, ‘I believe the Creed.’ ‘Well, then,’ rejoined the other, ‘one article in it is, “I believe in the forgiveness of sins.”’ Luther’s heart was lightened at once by the remembrance of the words in this Psalm, ‘there is forgiveness.’ It may be that you have sinned many times and grievously; but ‘there is forgiveness.’ Though a child of God, you have gone far astray from him; but ‘there is forgiveness.’ You have backslidden sadly and horribly; but ‘there is forgiveness.’ The devil comes and howls at you, and tells you that your doom is sealed, and your damnation is sure; but ‘there is forgiveness.’ Oh, blessed sentence! ‘There is forgiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared.’
“When David really felt in his soul that, whatever the depths might be in which he was plunged, yet there was forgiveness for him, that, however feeble his cries might be, there, was forgiveness, then he rested in perfect peace, and he said, in the language of the text, ‘I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope. My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.’
“There are three words on which I am going to speak; the first and the chief word is, waiting: ‘I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait.’ The next word, which helps the first one, is, hoping: ‘and in his word do I hope.’ And then the third word grows out of the first, and that is, watching: ‘My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning.’ May the Holy Spirit bless us both in speaking and hearing while we meditate upon these three words, — waiting, hoping, watching!
“I. The first word is, WAITING: ‘I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait.’
“Upon which I observe, first, that this is the constant posture of all the saints of God. Before our Lord Jesus Christ came, all the spiritual people among the twelve tribes were waiting for his appearing; they firmly ‘believed that he would come, yet they died without the sight for which they were looking. Over the door of the great mausoleum of the Old Testament saints is inscribed this epitaph, ‘These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off.’ They were waiters, — waiting until the Rod should come forth out of the stem of Jesse, and the Branch should grow out of his roots. Some few of these waiters were found in the temple when the Lord appeared; you remember the names of Simeon and Anna, who were ‘waiting for the consolation of Israel.’ They had grown gray in waiting, but still they were among ‘them that looked for redemption in Jerusalem;’ and, at last, Simeon could say, ‘Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation.’ This expression, waiting for the Lord, describes all the, saints, from righteous Abel down to faithful old Simeon, who took the infant Jesus in his arms, and blessed God for the appearing of the Messiah, the woman’s promised Seed.
“But what about the saints since then? They also are, or should be, waiting for the Lord: ‘Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Savior Jesus Christ.’ Though too many forget it, he has said, ‘Behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.’ This is the Church’s glorious hope in which, in some senses, both Jews and Gentiles are now united; for if the Jews are waiting for the coming of the Messiah, so are we, only they, in their unbelief, see not that he has come once. Let it not be said of us that we, in our unbelief, see not that he will come again; but, believing in his first advent, let us, therefore, patiently wait and longingly look for the time when ‘the Lord himself shal1 descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.’ O glorious hope! We are still waiting for its blessed realization.
“Yes, and in this respect I may say, with Dr. Watts, that ―
‘The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make ―’
in this fellowship of waiting. Fancy not, beloved, that in heaven they have no emotion but that of joy; we know that all their emotions are joyous, but among them is this one, — that they, too, are waiting until the Lord shall again manifest himself, for, in the day of his appearing, those disembodied spirits shall put on their resurrection bodies, changed and made like unto Christ’s glorious body; and, in that day, they shall be united with all the saints who remain upon the earth, for, without them, the glorified spirits above could not be made perfect; that is to say, the Church of God above cannot be perfected as to all its members till those who are still in the world of trial shall be brought home to meet with them, and so the whole Church shall be ‘forever with the Lord.’ Therefore, dear friends, if any of you are troubled because you are waiting for the return of your Lord, and he seems long in coming, I remind you that the whole Church of Christ is waiting; the whole twelve tribes of our spiritual Israel are ‘waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of the body,’ at the return of our Lord. The manifestation of the lead will be also the manifestation of all the members of his mystical body. Wherefore, be content to be waiters, for all God’s saints have been and still are such.
“Observe, too, that the children of God, on earth, are frequently in the posture of waiting as individuals. Not only, as forming part of Christ’s body, do they wait together with the rest of his people, but each one has to wait individually. In the first dawning of grace in the soul, when the heart is taught to believe in Jesus, it does not always happen that peace immediately follows upon faith. We meet with many, about whose salvation we have ourselves no doubt, but they have themselves little or no hope as to their own eternal safety. We feel sure that they have really trusted in the Savior, and therefore have been saved by him; but, by reason of temptation, or bodily weakness, or a measure of darkness remaining upon them through ignorance, they do not yet know the glorious liberty and assurance of the children of God. I have no doubt that there are many, in the fold of Jesus, who do not feel themselves at rest; they are waiting until they shall possess full peace with God. They do at times enjoy that peace, sweet gleams of sunlight come to them; but they are soon in darkness again, and their unbelief struggles with their faith. They cannot get further than to cry with that poor man who said to Christ, ‘Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.’ Well, beloved brother or sister, if you are in that condition, you are waiting that your faith may grow; waiting till the blessed Spirit shall be a Spirit of consolation to you, and shall take of the things of Christ, and show them unto you. You are sitting, as it were, in the porch of the King’s house, and there is safety in waiting at his doors; but you would be much happier and more at rest if you entered the King’s palace, and sat at his table. You do trust him; may you never have any other trust! You are relying upon his righteousness, yet you do not feel that joy and peace which others of the children of God feel. Well, then, you are in this place of waiting; and, for a while, perhaps, you will have to exercise that waiting spirit.
“Many of us have gone further than that, but we are still waiting ― waiting, among other things, for victory over sin. You know that you are forgiven, dear brother; you are quite sure that you are a third of God., and, by God’s grace, you have driven out many sins; but, still, when you are fiercely tempted, strongly provoked, or placed in certain trying circumstances, you discover your weakness very sadly, and your cry is, ‘Lord, give me victory over sin;’ and you never will be content till you have it. Well, go on crying for it out of the very depths; go on hoping for it through the precious blood of the Lord Jesus Christ; but if it does not come to you, and you have, day after day, and even year after year, bitterly to feel that the work of God is not perfected in you, still wait, for the Lord will not leave his work unfinished. He will have regard to the work of his own hands, he will go on with it till it is perfected; but, in the meantime, you will be waiting for the complete victory.
“And if you should get that, you will still have to be a waiter, oftentimes, in the matter of prayer. God does answer his people’s prayers when they ought to be answered; the prayers that are such as you and I, in our most spiritual moments, would wish to have answered, shall be answered; but perhaps not at once. It would be difficult to say how long a Christian may have to wait for answers to prayer. If I remember rightly, there is one godly man, who has been praying every day for thirty-six years for one thing, and recording his prayers in a book; and other believers have joined with him, yet the answer has not come, but he as fully expects it as when he first began to pray. I need not mention the brother’s name; but I feel sure that he will be heard and answered, although at present he has not received the blessing he is seeking from the Lord. I have heard of wives praying for the conversion of their husbands through their whole lifetime, and never living to see them saved; yet they were brought to the Lord after their partners had gone home. I have heard of parents pleading for their children by the score of years together, yet the prayer has not been answered at present; God is keeping them waiting, and it is theirs still to wait at the posts of his doors hoping and expecting the blessing they have asked of the Lord.
“I will suppose that you have had your prayers answered, and therefore you have not to wait for that mercy; yet I am sure you know of something else to wait for. Sometimes we have to wait for conscious fellowship with God. We had it once, but we have lost it, so we cry to have it restored. When we enjoy it again, we cry for more of it; and when we have more of it, we still cry for more; and when we have the most that we ever have had, then our cry is yet keener for still more, for this sweet love of God enlarges the heart into which it enters. It brings with it a hallowed hungering and thirsting; it kills all unholy craving, but it creates a sacred appetite which is greatly to be, desired. O Lord, make my hunger for thee to be insatiable! Let it never be satisfied. Enlarge my heart till it is as large as heaven, and then, since ‘the heaven of heavens cannot contain thee,’ make my soul as large as seven heavens; and then, since seven heavens could not contain thee, go on still to enlarge my spirit till I am filled with all the fullness of God! If this be the desire of your heart, you will always be waiting, and asking, and longing for more and more of fellowship with your Lord.
“‘But,’ you say, ‘I thought that Christians sometimes reached a point; beyond which they could go no further.’ Then you thought amiss, for that is not the teaching of Scripture. When the apostle Paul, the most marvelous runner who ever ran the Christian race, had been running for many, many years, he said that he had not yet attained; he even forgot the thing, that were behind, and pressed forward still toward that which was before, the prize of his high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Brothers and sisters, there is an infinity of grace and mercy beyond you; whatever of blessing you have as yet received, you have but sipped from the ever-flowing stream of eternal love. You have but gathered a few shells washed up on the shore of the ocean of boundless grace. You have not received all yet; you cannot enjoy all yet; you must wait, and wait, and wait, for ―
‘Still there’s more to follow.’
“Yes, and if we were to get as much of personal blessing as ever we could hold, we should still be waiting. You ask, ‘What for?’ Well, I, for one, am waiting for the Lord to bless my work of faith and labor of love in the preaching of the gospel; and are not you waiting for the same thing? After every address you give, after every time you have the members of your class gathered together, and talked to them about Christ, are you not waiting for more souls to be saved through your service? Do you not wait to be able to serve God better? Are not some of you waiting to have your tongues unloosed, — waiting to have your hearts enlarged, — waiting for better opportunities of doing God’s work, or for more grace to use the opportunities you have, — and waiting for the divine seal upon the efforts which you have put forth? I know that it is so; and if we could get all that, we should still be waiting, — waiting to see all our families saved, — waiting to see all our neighbors saved, — waiting to see this great London saved, — waiting to see all nations bowing at Immanuel’s feet. We can never be satisfied until we have that; and if we had it, we should then be waiting, as some of my dear brothers and sisters in the church are just now waiting, — waiting to be taken up to their home above, — waiting till men shall say, ‘The pitcher is broken at the fountain, and the wheel is broken at the cistern;’ because the Lord had said, ‘Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.’ David said, ‘I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness;’ and we shall be satisfied when we see Christ, — satisfied when in our flesh we shall see the God that died for us, — satisfied when he shall reign upon the earth, and we shall reign with him, — satisfied when we shall hear the eternal ‘Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah! for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.’ Yet I imagine that, even then, we shall be waiting, waiting, waiting, throughout eternity, for some fresh revelation of the unutterable, unreliable love of God in Christ Jesus.
“You see, dear friends, how I have tried to set before you this waiting posture of the saints as a whole, and also of each one in particular. Now I want to show you that it is a very blessed posture, for waiting tries faith, and that is a good thing, because faith grows by trial. Waiting exercises patience, and that is also a good thing, for patience is one of the choice gifts of God. Waiting endears every blessing when it comes; and thus we get two joys, — the joy of waiting for the joy, as well as the joy of enjoying the joy when it comes. We get a better appetite for the banquet by waiting awhile before we sit down to it. Oh, the joy it will be to rest after toil! Oh, the delight of heavenly wealth after earthly poverty! Oh, the bliss of being perfectly rid of every tendency to sin after having struggled with it here for years! Thus, all these trials are preparations for a higher state of joy by-and-by.
“While we are waiting, this posture becomes intense till, with the psalmist we can say twice over, ‘I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait. My soul waiteth for the Lord.’ That is really three times over. We throw our very soul into it: ‘My soul doth wait. My soul waiteth for the Lord.’ It is as if our whole being was craving after more of God. Notice how it is all summed up in the object for which we wait: ‘My soul waiteth for the Lord.’ I want HIM. My soul doth wait for the Lord; I want nothing else; I am not waiting for anything else.” There is nothing else to wait for; as David said on another occasion, ‘Now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.’ But oh, we are waiting intensely, insatiably, for God, the living God; when shall we come and appear before God?
“This, then, is the great longing and waiting of each one of the people of God: ‘I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait. My soul waiteth for the Lord.’
“II. I have scarcely a minute in which to speak about the second word, HOPING: ‘and in his word do I hope.’
“Observe, first, that hope is the reason for waiting. ‘For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.’ Then, next, hope is the strength of waiting. You do not wait for a thing about which you are absolutely hopeless; if you have no hope of obtaining it, you say, ‘Then I will go my way; it is useless to wait any longer.’ But inasmuch as you have some degree of hope in waiting for God, your spirit is sustained so that you can still continue to wait for him.
“Further, this hope is the sweetener of waiting. Waiting is always sweet when there is a hope at the end of it. The vista may be very long, but you pursue your way with willing footsteps because you hope to reach the shelter at the end. But make sure that your hope is a good hope, that it is a well founded hope, that it is a happy hope, that it is a hope that ‘maketh not ashamed,’ that it is a hope that fixes itself on Christ alone; for if you have not that hope, you will not wait; and if you do not wait, you will not receive. It is the waiting soul that gets the blessing. ‘It is good for me to draw near to God,’ said David; and he also said, ‘Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.’ That you cannot do this unless you have hope; therefore pray the Lord to give you a good hope, and to brighten your hope, and keep your eyes always looking for that which is yet to come, and which is laid up in the promise of God for all his people.
“III. Then the third word is, WATCHING. He that waits, and he that hopes, learns to watch. First notice the figure here used, and then observe that the figure is exceeded: ‘My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.’
“First, what is the figure here used? I should, not wonder if it is partly the, temple. There was the great temple at Jerusalem, and all the people went up to it to worship so many times a year. I will suppose that God has given warm hearts to you and me, and that we want to be at the ancient temple. We have made our last march in the middle of the night, we have reached the bottom of the hill, and climbed up its steep sides, and we have reached the very gate of the temple. When we get there, it is still night, so we ask one of the guards, ‘We have come to appear before God; when will the service begin?’ He replies, ‘Not till the day breaks.’ ‘And what will happen when the, day breaks?’ “Why, then, they will offer the morning lamb, and they will burn the incense; the priest will trim the lamps, and the day’s service will begin.’ We are lifting up our hearts to God, we have come up to the temple on purpose to worship the Lord, we want to have a good long day of service, so we turn our eyes towards the hills over yonder, and we watch. We say, ‘Watchman, what of the night? Is the morning coming? When will the blessed day begin? We are longing to enjoy all the ordinances of the Lord’s house.’ So the watchers stand there, and look out for the first tokens of daybreak on the Eastern hills.
“Or, it may be that the figure is that of the guards upon the city walls; the sentinels have had to watch all night long. With steady and weary tramp, the watchman has gone from one tower to another speaking to his brother sentinel as he has met him, keeping to his beat all through the dreary, cold, rainy, windy night; and he says to himself, ‘I wish it were morning.’ As he exchanges the watchword with his companion, he says, ‘I wish it were morning, My eyelids are heavy; my head begins to ache with this constant watching for the enemy; I wish it were morning.’ Have you never been in that posture, dear friend? Have not I? I hope I know what it is to watch for the morning, — that I may meet with God in his holy temple above, and also to watch for the morning that this weary sentinel work may be done, and that I may be where there are no more enemies who can assault the sacred walls of Zion.
“Then, again, some of you know what it is to watch for the morning in another sense. There is a dear one sick; how he tosses to and fro; he is in a high fever, and you constantly give him a cooling drink, and you take care at the proper hour to administer the medicine; but there is many a groan, and many a weary cry, and you are all alone with the patient, everybody else in the house is soured asleep. Have you not sometimes gone to the Venetian blind, and turned it up just a little to see whether the sun has not risen? That clock’s unwearied tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, — thousands of times, — seems to go right into your brain, and into your heart; and the poor sufferer says, ‘Would God it were morning!’ You recollect how, in the day, he said, ‘Would God it were evening!’ That is the way with the sick; and at last you get as weary as your patient is. The fact is, you are half afraid you did fall asleep; you do not know what mischief may come if you do not watch, and you begin to say with the sufferer, ‘Would God it were morning!’ Have you ever watched thus in a spiritual sense over a poor sin-sick soul? Have you ever watched thus over your own sick soul, until you have said, ‘I watch for the morning’? If so, this watching has been to you a picture and emblem of what your state of heart is in reference to your God; you are waiting, and you are watching, and you cry, ‘When will the day break, and the shadows flee away?’
“But, the figure is exceeded by the fact, for the text says, ‘My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning.’ We have been watching longer than they who guard the temple or the city towers. The sentinel has only a few hours’ night-watch; but some of us have been watching for these thirty years, some of you for these fifty years; ah, some of you for sixty years! I do not wonder that you have a stronger desire for the morning than they have who have only watched for one night.
“Besides, you expect so much more than they do, for when the day comes, what does it bring to them? A little ease for the sentinel, a little rest for the nurse; but they will have to go back to the nursing or the watching as soon as the shades of night return. You and I are waiting for a daylight that will bring us endless rest and perfect joy; well may we watch more than they that watch for the morning, for theirs is but the morning of a day, but ours is the morning of an eternity which shall know no end. They do but watch for the sun with his passing beams; we watch for the Sun of righteousness whose glory makes heaven itself. Well may we grow eager when we think of what is yet to be revealed in us. Well may our hunger increase as we think of the sweets that are reserved for us. You have heard of the Goths and Vandals; it is said that, somehow, they tasted of the grapes of Italy. I suppose that some bunches of fruit were carried across the Alps; and when those poor Goths and Vandals tasted them, what did they say? ‘Let us go to the land where these clusters grow, and eat them fresh from the vines.’ And it was not long before, in innumerable hordes, they swarmed over Italy. In a far higher sense, something like that has happened to us, and therefore we sing,
‘My soul has tasted of the grapes,
And now it longs to go
Where my dear Lord his vineyard keeps,
And all the clusters grow.’
“We wait for him ‘more than they that watch for the morning; I say, more than they that watch for the morning.’ Never did bride expect her marriage-day as the true saint expects his Lord. Never did woman in travail long to behold her child as they, who watch for their Lord, long for his appearing. Never did prisoner, pining in the dungeon till the rust ate into his soul, pine for liberty as saints pine for their Lord. This is the right posture for the whole Church, and for each individual Christian, — waiting, hoping, watching, till be appears who is their Husband, Savior, Friend, and All-in-all. God bless you, dear friends, and keep you thus watching, for his name’s sake! Amen.”
[Charles Haddon Spurgeon, The Metropolitan Tabernacle Pulpit XLIV, (London: Passmore and Alabaster, 1898), p. 337-346]