It is, perhaps, only the young who
can be very hopefully addressed on the present subject.
A few years hence, and your habits of mind will be
unalterably formed; a few years hence, and your struggle
against a discontented spirit, even should you be
given grace to attempt it, would be a perpetually
wearisome and discouraging one. The penalty of
past sin will pursue you until the end, not only in
the pain caused by a discontented habit of mind, but
also in the consciousness of its exceeding sinfulness.
Every thought that rebels against
the law of God involves its own punishment in itself,
by contributing to the establishment of habits that
increase tenfold the difficulties to which a sinful
nature exposes us.
Discontent is in this, perhaps, more
dangerous than many other sins, being far less tangible:
unless we are in the constant habit of exercising
strict watchfulness over our thoughts, it is almost
insensibly that they acquire an habitual tendency to
murmuring and repining.
This is particularly to be feared
in a person of your disposition. Many of your
volatile, thoughtless, worldly-minded companions, destitute
of all your holier feelings, living without object
or purpose in life, and never referring to the law
of God as a guide for thought or action, may nevertheless
manifest a much more contented disposition than your
own, and be apparently more submissive to the decision
of your Creator as to the station of life in which
you have each been placed.
To account for their apparent superiority
over you on this point, it must be remembered that
it is one of the dangerous responsibilities attendant
on the best gifts of God, that if not employed
according to his will, they turn to the disadvantage
of the possessor.
Your powers of reflection, your memory,
your imagination, all calculated to provide you with
rich sources of gratification if exercised in proper
directions, will turn into curses instead of blessings
if you do not watchfully restrain that exercise within
the sphere of duty. The natural tendency of these
faculties is, to employ themselves on forbidden ground,
for “every imagination of man’s heart is
evil continually.” It is thus that your
powers of reflection may only serve to give you a
deeper and keener insight into the disadvantages of
your position in life; and trivial circumstances,
unpleasant probabilities, never dwelt on for a moment
by the gay and thoughtless, will with you acquire a
serious and fatal importance, if you direct towards
them those powers of reasoning and concentrated thought
which were given to you for far different purposes.
And while, on the one hand, your memory,
if you allow it to acquire the bad habits against
which I am now warning you, will be perpetually refreshing
in your mind vivid pictures of past sorrows, wrongs,
and annoyances: your imagination, at the same
time, will continually present to you, under the most
exaggerated forms, and in the most striking colours,
every possible unpleasantness that is likely to occur
in the future. You may thus create for yourself
a life apart, quite distinct from the real one, depriving
yourself by wilful self-injury of the power of enjoying
whatever advantages, successes, and pleasures, your
heavenly Father may think it safe for you to possess.
Happiness, as far as it can be obtained
in the path of duty, is a duty in itself, and an important
one: without that degree of happiness which most
people may secure for themselves, independent of external
circumstances, neither health, nor energy, nor cheerfulness
can be forthcoming to help us through the task of
our daily duties.
It is indeed true, that, under the
most favourable circumstances, the thoughtful will
never enjoy so much as others of that which is now
generally understood by the word happiness. Anxieties
must intrude upon them which others know nothing of:
the necessary business of life, to be as well executed
as they ought to execute it, must at times force down
their thoughts to much that is painful for the present
and anxious for the future. They cannot forget
the past, as the light-hearted do, or life would bring
them no improvement; but the same difficulties and
dangers would be rushed into heedlessly to-morrow,
that were experienced yesterday, and forgotten to-day;
and not only past difficulties and dangers are remembered,
but sorrows too: these they cannot, for they
would not, forget.
In the contemplation of the future
also, they must exercise their imagination as well
as their reason, for the discovery of those evils
and dangers which such foresight may enable them to
guard against: all this kind of thoughtfulness
is their wisdom as well as their instinct; which makes
it more difficult for them than it is for others to
fulfil the reverse side of the duty, and to “be
careful for nothing."
To your strong mind, however, a difficulty
will be a thing to be overcome, and you may, if you
only will it, be prudent and sagacious, far-sighted
and provident, without dwelling for a moment longer
than such duties require on the unpleasantnesses,
past, present, and future, of your lot in life.
Having thus seen in what respects
your superiority of mind is likely to detract from
your happiness, in the point of the colouring given
by your thoughts to your life, let us, on the other
hand, consider how this same superiority may be so
directed as to make your thoughts contribute to your
happiness, instead of detracting from it.
I spoke first of your reasoning powers.
Let them not be exercised only in discovering the
dangers and disadvantages likely to attend your peculiar
position in life; let them rather be directed to discover
the advantages of those very features of your lot
which are most opposed to your natural inclinations.
Consider, in the first place, what there may be to
reconcile you to the secluded life you so unwillingly
lead. Withdrawn, indeed, you are from society, from
the delightful intercourse of refined and intellectual
minds: you hear of such enjoyments at a distance;
you hear of their being freely granted to those who
cannot appreciate them as you could, (safely granted
to them for perhaps this very reason.) You have no
opportunity of forming those friendships, so earnestly
desired by a young and enthusiastic mind; of admiring,
even at a reverential distance, “emperors of
thought and hand.” But then, as a compensation,
you ought to consider that you are, at the same time,
freed from those intrusions which wear away the time,
and the spirits, and the very powers of enjoyment,
of those who are placed in a more public position
than your own. When you do, at rare intervals,
enjoy any intercourse with congenial minds, it has
for you a pleasurable excitement, a freshness of delight,
which those who mix much and habitually in literary
and intellectual society have long ceased to enjoy:
while the powers of your own mind are preserving all
that originality and energy for which no intellectual
experience can compensate, you are saved the otherwise
perhaps inevitable danger of adopting, parrot-like,
the tastes and opinions of others who may indeed be
your superiors, but who, in a copy, become wretchedly
inferior to your real self. Time you have, too,
to cultivate your mind in such a manner, and to such
a degree, as may fit you to grace any society of the
kind I have described; while those who are early and
constantly engaged in this society are often obliged,
from mere want of this precious possession, to copy
others, and resign all identity and individuality.
To you, nobly free as you are from the vice of envy,
I may venture to suggest another consideration, viz.
the far greater influence you possess in your present
small sphere of intellectual intercourse, than if
you were mixed up with a crowd of others, most of
them your equals, many your superiors.
If you have few opportunities of forming
friendships, those few are tenfold more valuable than
many acquaintance, among a crowd of whom, whatever
merits you or they might possess, little time could
be spared to discover, or experimentally appreciate
them. The one or two friends whom you now love,
and know yourself beloved by, might, in more exciting
and busy scenes, have gone on meeting you for years
without discovering the many bonds of sympathy which
now unite you. In the seclusion you so much deplore,
they and you have been given time to “deliberate,
choose, and fix:” the conclusion of the
poet will probably be equally applicable, you
will “then abide till death." Such friends
are possessions rare and valuable enough to make amends
to you for any sacrifices by which they have been
acquired.
Another of your grievances, one which
presses the more heavily on those of graceful tastes,
refined habits, and generous impulses, is the very
small proportion of this world’s goods which
has fallen to your lot. You are perpetually obliged
to deny yourself in matters of taste, of self-improvement,
of charity. You cannot procure the books, the
paintings, you wish for the instruction
which you so earnestly desire, and would so probably
profit by. Above all, your eyes are pained by
the sight of distress you cannot relieve; and you
are thus constantly compelled to control and subdue
the kindest and warmest impulses of your generous
nature. The moral benefits of this peculiar species
of trial belong to another part of my subject:
the present object is to find out the most favourable
point of view in which to contemplate the unpleasantness
of your lot, merely with relation to your temporal
happiness. Look, then, around you; and, even in
your own limited sphere of observation, it cannot
but strike you, that those who derive most enjoyment
from objects of taste, from books, paintings, &c.,
are exactly those who are situated as you are, who
cannot procure them at will. It is certain that
there is something in the difficulty of attainment
which adds much to the preciousness of the objects
we desire; much, too, in the rareness of their bestowal.
When, after long waiting, and by means of prudent
management, it is at last within your power to make
some long-desired object your own, does it not bestow
much greater pleasure than it does on those who have
only to wish and to have?
In matters of charity this is still
more strikingly true the pleasure of bestowing
ease and comfort on the poor and distressed is enhanced
tenfold by the consciousness of having made some personal
sacrifice for its attainment. The rich, those
who give of their superfluities, can never fully appreciate
what the pleasures of almsgiving really are.
Experience teaches that the necessity
of scrupulous economy is the very best school in which
those who are afterwards to be rich can be educated.
Riches always bring their own peculiar claims along
with them; and unless a correct estimate is early
formed of the value of money and the manner in which
it can be laid out to the best advantage, you will
never enjoy the comforts and tranquillity which well-managed
riches can bestow. It is much to be doubted whether
any one can skilfully manage large possessions, unless,
at some period or other of life, they have forced
themselves, or been forced, to exercise self-denial,
and resolutely given up all those expenses the indulgence
of which would have been imprudent. Those who
indiscriminately gratify every taste for expense the
moment it is excited, can never experience the comforts
of competency, though they may have the name of wealth
and the reality of its accompanying cares.
Still further, let your memory and
imagination be here exercised to assist in reconciling
you to your present lot. Can you not remember
a time when you wanted money still more than you do
now? when you had a still greater difficulty
in obtaining the things you reasonably desire?
To those who have acquired the art of contentment,
the present will always seem to have some compensating
advantage over the past, however brighter that past
may appear to others. This valuable art will bring
every hidden object gradually into light, as the dawning
day seems to waken into existence those objects which
had before been unnoticed in the darkness.
Lastly, your imagination, well employed,
will make use of your partial knowledge of other people’s
affairs to picture to you how much worse off many
of those are, how much worse off you might
yourself be. You, for instance, can still accomplish
much by the aid of self-denial; while many, with hearts
as warm in charities, as overflowing as your own, have
not more to give than the “cup of cold water,”
that word of mercy and consolation.
You may still further, perhaps, complain that you have no object of exciting
interest to engage your attention, and develop your powers of labour, and
endurance, and cleverness. Never has this trial been more vividly
described than in the well-remembered lines of a modern poet:
She was active, stirring, all fire
Could not rest, could not tire
To a stone she had given life!
For a shepherd’s,
miner’s, huntsman’s wife,
Never in all the world such
a one!
And here was plenty to be
done,
And she that could do it,
great or small,
She was to do nothing at all."
This wish for occupation, for influence,
for power even, is not only right in itself, but the
unvarying accompaniment of the consciousness of high
capabilities. It may, however, be intended that
these cravings should be satisfied in a different
way, and at a different time, from that which your
earthly thoughts are now desiring. It may be that
the very excellence of the office for which you are
finally destined requires a greater length of preparation
than that needful for ordinary duties and ordinary
trials. At present, you are resting in peace,
without any anxious cares or difficult responsibilities,
but you know not how soon the time may come that will
call forth and strain to the utmost your energies
of both mind and body. You should anxiously make
use of the present interval of repose for preparation,
by maturing your prudence, strengthening your decision,
acquiring control over your own temper and your own
feelings, and thus fitting yourself to control others.
Or are you, on the contrary, wasting the precious present time in vain
repinings, in murmurings that weaken both mind and body, so that when the hour
of trial comes you will be entirely unfitted to realize the beautiful ideal of
the poet?
“A perfect woman, nobly
plann’d
To warn, to counsel, to command:
The reason firm, the temperate
will,
Endurance, foresight, strength,
and skill."
Then, again, I would ask you to make
use of your powers of reflection and memory.
Reflect what trials and difficulties are, in the common
course of events, likely to assail you; remember former
difficulties, former days or weeks of trial, when
all your now dormant energies were developed and strained
to the utmost. You felt then the need of much
greater powers of mind and body than those which you
now complain are lying dormant and useless. Further
imagine the future cases that may occur in which every
natural and acquired faculty may be employed for the
great advantage of those who are dear to you, and when
you will experience that this long interval of repose
and preparation was altogether needful.
Such reflections, memories, and imaginations
must, however, be carefully guarded, lest, instead
of reconciling you to the apparent uselessness of
your present life, they should contribute to increase
your discontent. This they might easily do, even
though such reflections and memories related only
to trials and difficulties, instead of contemplating
the pleasures and the importance of responsibilities.
To an ardent nature like yours, trials themselves,
even severe ones, which would exercise the powers
of your mind and the energies of your character, would
be more welcome than the tame, uniform life you at
present lead.
The considerations above recommended
can, therefore, be only safely indulged in connection
with, and secondary to, a most vigilant and conscientious
examination into the truth of one of your principal
complaints, viz. that you have to do, like the
Duke’s wife, “nothing at all." You
may be “seeking great things” to do, and
consequently neglecting those small charities which
“soothe, and heal, and bless.” Listen
to the words of a great teacher of our own day:
“The situation that has not duty, its ideal,
was never yet occupied by man. Yes, here, in
this poor, miserable, pampered, despised actual, wherein
thou even now standest, here, or nowhere, is thy ideal;
work it out, therefore, and, working, believe, live,
be free. Fool! the ideal is in thyself; the impediment,
too, is in thyself: thy condition is but the
stuff thou art to shape that same ideal out of what
matters whether the stuff be of this sort or of that,
so the form thou give it be heroic, be poetic?
O thou that pinest in the imprisonment of the actual,
and criest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein
to rule and create, know this of a truth, the
thing thou seekest is already with thee, ’here,
or nowhere,’ couldst thou only see.”
When you examine the above assertions
by the light of Scripture, can you contradict their
truth?
Let us, however, ascend to a still
higher point of view. Have we not all, under
every imaginable circumstance, a work mighty and difficult
enough to develope our strongest energies, to engage
our deepest interests? Have we not all to “work
out our own salvation with fear and trembling?"
Professing to believe, as we do, that the discipline
of every day is ordered by Infinite Love and Infinite
Wisdom, so as best to assist us in this awfully important
task, can we justly complain of any mental void, of
any inadequacy of occupation, in any of the situations
of life?
The only work that can fully satisfy
an immortal spirit’s cravings for excitement
is the work appointed for each of us. It is one,
too, that has no intervals of repose, far less of
languor or ennui; the labour it demands ought
never to cease, the intense and engrossing interest
it excites can never vary or lessen in importance.
The alternative is a more awful one than human mind
can yet conceive: those who have not fulfilled
their appointed work, those who have not, through the
merits of Christ, obtained the “holiness without
which no man shall see the Lord," “must depart
into everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his
angels."
With a hell to avoid, and a heaven
to obtain, do you murmur for want of interest, of
occupation!
In the words of the old story, “Look
below on the earth, and then above in heaven:”
remember that your only business here is to get there;
then, instead of repining, you will be thankful that
no great temporal work is given you to do which might,
as too often happens, distract your attention and
your labours from the attainment of life eternal.
Having been once convinced of the awful and engrossing
importance of this “one thing” we have
to “do," you will see more easily how many
minor duties may be appointed you to fulfil, on a
path that before seemed a useless as well as an uninteresting
one. For you would have now learned to estimate
the small details of daily life, not according to their
insignificance, not as they may influence your worldly
fate, but as they may have a tendency to mould your
spirit into closer conformity to the image of the
Son. You will now no longer inquire whether you
have any work to do which you might yourself consider
suitable to your capabilities and energies; but whether
there is within your reach any, the smallest, humblest
work of love, contemned or unobserved before, when
you were more proud and less vigilant.
Look, then, with prayer and watchfulness
into all the details of your daily life, and you will
assuredly find much formerly-unnoticed “stuff,”
out of which “your ideal” may be wrought.
You may, for instance, have no opportunity
of teaching on an enlarged scale, or even of taking
a class at a Sunday-school, or of instructing any
of your poor neighbours in reading or in the word of
God. Such labours of love may, it is possible,
though not probable, be shut out of your reach:
if, however, you are on the watch for opportunities,
(and we are best made quick-sighted to their occurrence
in the course of the day, by the morning’s earnest
prayer for their being granted to us,) you may be
able to help your fellow-pilgrims Zion-ward in a variety
of small ways. “A word in season, how good
is it!” the mere expression of religious sympathy
has often cheered and refreshed the weary traveller
on his perhaps difficult and lonely way. A verse
of Scripture, a hymn taught to a child, only the visitor
of a day, has often been blessed by God to the great
spiritual profit of the child so taught. Are not
even such small works of love within your reach?
Again, with respect to family duties,
I know that in some cases, when there are many to
fulfil such duties, it is a more necessary and often
a more difficult task to refrain altogether from interfering
in them. They ought to be allowed to serve as
a safety-valve for the energies of those members of
the family who have no other occupations: of these
there will always be some in a large domestic circle.
Without, however, interfering actively and habitually,
which it may not be your duty to do, are you always
ready to help when you are asked, and to take trouble
willingly upon yourself, when the excitement and the
credit of the arrangement will belong exclusively
to others? This is a good sign of the humility
and lovingness of your spirit: how is the test
borne?
Further, you may complain that your
conversation is not valued, and that therefore you
have no excitement to exertion for the amusement of
others; that your cheerfulness and good temper under
sorrows and annoyances are of no consequence, as you
are not considered of sufficient importance for any
display of feeling to attract attention. When
I hear such complaints, and they are not unfrequent
from the younger members of large families, I have
little doubt that the sting in all these murmurs is
infixed by their pride. They assure me, at the
same time, that if there was any one to care much
about it, to watch anxiously whether they were vexed
or pleased, they would be able to exercise the strictest
control over their feelings and temper, and
I believe it, for here their pride and their affection
would both come to the assistance of duty. What
God requires of us, however, is its fulfilment when
all these things are against us. The effort to
control grief, to conceal depression, to conquer ill-temper,
will be a far more acceptable offering in his eyes,
when they alone are expected to witness it. That
which now his eyes alone see will one day be proclaimed
upon the housetop.
I must, besides, remind you that your
proud spirit may deceive you when it suggests, that
because your sadness or your ill-humour attracts no
expressed notice or excites no efforts to remove it,
it does not therefore affect those around you.
This is not the case; even the gloom and ill-humour
of a servant, who only remains a few minutes in attendance,
will be depressing and annoying to the most unobservant
master and mistress, though they might make no efforts
to remove it. How much more, then, may your want
of cheerfulness and sweet temper affect, though it
may be insensibly, the peace of your family circle.
Here you are again seeking great things for yourself,
and neglecting your appointed work, because it does
not to you appear sufficiently worthy of your high
capabilities. Your proud spirit needs being humbled,
and therefore, probably, it is that you will not be
allowed to do great things. No, you must first
learn the less agreeable task of doing small things,
of doing what would perhaps be called easy things by
those who have never tried them. To wear a contented
look when you know that, perhaps, the effort will
not be observed, certainly not appreciated, to
take submissively the humblest part in the conversation,
and still bear cheerfully that part, to
bear with patience every hasty word that may be spoken,
and so to forget it that your future conduct may be
uninfluenced by it, to remove every difficulty,
the removal of which is within your reach, without
expecting that the part you have taken will be acknowledged
or even observed, to be always ready with
your sympathy, encouragement, and counsel, however
scornfully they may have before been rejected; these
are all acts of self-renunciation which are peculiarly
fitted to a woman’s sphere of duty, and have
a direct tendency to cherish the difficult and excellent
grace of humility; they may, however, help to foster
rather than to subdue a spirit of discontent, if they
are performed from a motive of obtaining any, even
the most exalted, human approbation. They must
be done to God alone, and then the promise is sure,
“thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward
thee openly." Thus, too, the art of contentment
may be much more easily learnt. Disappointment
will surely sour your temper if you look forward to
human appreciation of a self-denying habit of life;
but when the approbation of God is the object sought
for, no neglect from others can excite discontent
or much regret. For here there can be no disappointment:
that which comes to us through the day has all been
decreed by him, and as it must therefore give us opportunities
of fulfilling his will, and gaining his approbation,
we must necessarily “be content.”
It must, indeed, be always owing to
some deficiency in religious principle, that one discontented
thought is suffered to dwell in the mind. If
our heart and our treasure were in heaven, should
we be easily excited to regret and irritation about
the inconveniences of our position on earth?
If we sought “first the kingdom of God and his
righteousness," should we have so much energy remaining
to waste on petty worldly annoyances? If we obeyed
the injunction, “have faith in God,” should
we daily and hourly, by our sinful murmuring, imply
such doubts of the divine attributes of wisdom, love,
and power? This is a want of faith you do not
manifest towards men. You would trust yourself
fearlessly to the care of some earthly physician; you
would believe that he understood how to adapt his
strengthening or lowering remedies to each varying
feature of your case; you would even provide yourself
with remedies, which, on the faith of his skill, you
would trustingly use to meet every symptom that might
arise on future occasions. But when the Great
Physician manifests a still greater watchfulness to
adapt his daily discipline to your varying temper
and the different stages of your Christian growth,
you murmur you believe not in his wisdom
as you do in that of the sons of earth.
Do not, then, take his wisdom on faith
alone; you must indeed believe, you must believe or
perish; but it may be as yet too difficult a lesson
for you to believe against sense, against feeling.
What I would urge upon you is, to strengthen your
weak faith by the lessons of experience, to seek anxiously,
and to pray to be enabled to see distinctly, the peculiar
manner in which each trial of your daily lot is adapted
to your own individual case.
I do not speak now of great trials,
of such afflictions as crush the sufferer in the dust.
When the hand of God is so plainly seen, it is comparatively
easy to submit, and his Holy Spirit, ever fulfilling
the promise “as thy day is, so shall thy strength
be," sometimes makes the riven heart strong to
bear that which, in prospective, it dares not even
contemplate. You, however, have had no trial of
this nature; yours are the petty irritations, the
small vexations which “smart more because
they hold in Holy Writ no place." Even at more
peaceful times, when you can contemplate with resignation
the general features of your lot in life, you cannot
subdue your spirit to patience under the hourly varying
annoyances and temptations with which you are beset.
The peculiar sensitiveness of your disposition, your
affectionate, generous nature, your refinement of
mind, and quick tact, all expose you to suffer more
severely than others from the selfishness, the coarse-mindedness,
the bluntness of perception of those around you.
You often say, in the bitterness of your heart, Any
other trial but this I could have borne; every other
chastisement would have been light in comparison.
But why have you so little faith? Why do you
not see that it is because all these petty trials
are so severe to you, therefore are they sent?
All these amiable qualities that I have enumerated,
and the love which they win for you, would make you
admire and value yourself too much, unless your system
were reduced, so to speak, by a series of petty but
continued annoyances. As I said before, you must
seek to strengthen your faith by tracing the close
connection between these annoyances and the “needs
be” for them. It is probably exactly at
the time when you are too much elated by praise and
admiration that you are sent some counterbalancing
annoyance, or perhaps suffered to fall into some fault
of temper which will lessen you in your own eyes, as
well as in those of others. You are often troubled
by some annoyance, too, when you have blamed others
for being too easily overcome by an annoyance of the
very same kind. “Stand upon” an anxious
“watch,” and you will see how constantly
severe judgments of others are punished by falling
ourselves into temptations similar to those which
we had treated as light ones when sitting in judgment
upon others. If you would acquire the habit of
exercising faith with respect to the smallest details
of your every-day life, by such faith the light itself
might be won, and your eyes be opened to see how wondrously
all things, even those which appear the most needlessly
worrying, are made to work together for your good.
These are, however, but the first lessons in the school
of faith, the first steps on the road which leads
to “rest in God.”
Severer trials are hastening onward,
for which your present petty trials are serving as
a preparatory discipline. According to the manner
in which these are met and supported, will be your
patience in the hour of deep darkness and bitter desolation.
Waste not one of your present petty sorrows:
let them all, by the help of prayer, and watchfulness,
and self-control, work their appointed work in your
soul. Let them lead you each day more and more
trustingly to “cast all your care upon Him who
careth for you." In the present hours of tranquillity
and calm, let the light and infrequent storms, the
passing clouds that disturb your peace, serve as warnings
to you to find a sure refuge before the clouds of
affliction become so heavy, and its storms so violent,
that there will be no power of seeking a haven of
security. That must be sought and found in seasons
of comparative peace. Though the agonized soul
may finally, through the waves of sorrow, make its
way into the ark, its long previous struggles, and
its after harrowing doubts and fears, will shatter
it nearly to pieces before it finds a final refuge.
It may, indeed, by the free grace of God, be saved
at the last, but during the remainder of its earthly
pilgrimage there is no hope for it of joy and peace
in believing.
But when the hour of earthly desolation
comes to those who have long acknowledged the special
providence of God in “all the dreary intercourse
of daily life,” “they knew in whom they
have believed," and no storms can shake that faith.
They know from experience that all things work together
for good to them that love God. In the loving,
child-like confidence of long-tried and now perfecting
faith, they are enabled to say from the depths of
their heart, “It is the Lord, let him do what
seemeth him good." They seek not now to ascertain
the “needs be” for this particular trial.
It might harrow up their human heart too much to trace
the details of sorrows such as these, in the manner
in which they formerly examined into the details of
those of daily life. “It is the Lord;”
these words alone not only still all complaining, but
fill the soul with a depth of peace never experienced
by the believer until all happiness is withdrawn but
that which comes direct from God. “It is
the Lord,” who died that we might live, and can
we murmur even if we dared? No; the love of Christ
constrains us to cast ourselves at his feet, not only
in submission, but in grateful adoration. It is
through his redeeming love that “our light affliction,
which is but for a moment, will work for us a far
more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.”
Even the very depth of mystery which
may attend the sorrowful dispensation, will only draw
forth a stronger manifestation of the Christian’s
faith and love. She will be enabled to rejoice
that God does not allow her to see even one reason
for the stroke that lays low all her earthly happiness;
as thus only, perhaps, can she experience all the
fulness of peace that accompanies an unquestioning
trust in the wisdom and love of his decrees.
For such unquestioning trust, however, there must
be a long and diligent preparation: it is not
the growth of days or weeks; yet, unless it is begun
even this very day, it may never be begun at all.
The practice of daily contentment is the only means
of finally attaining to Christian resignation.
I do not appeal to you for the necessity
of immediate action, because this day may be your
last. I do not exhort you “to live as if
this day were the whole of life, and not a part or
section of it," because it may, in fact, be the
whole of life to you. It may be so, but it is
not probable, and when you have certainties to guide
you, they are better excitements to immediate action
than the most solemn possibilities.
The certainty to which I now appeal
is, that every duty I have been urging upon you will
be much easier to you to-day than it would be, even
so soon as to-morrow. One hour’s longer
indulgence of a discontented spirit, of rebellious
and murmuring thoughts, will stamp on your mind an
impression, which, however slight it may be, will entail
upon you a lifelong struggle against it. Every
indulged thought becomes a part of ourselves:
you have the awful freedom of will to make yourself
what you will to be. “Resist the devil,
and he will flee from you," “Quench”
the Spirit and the holy flame will never be rekindled.
Kneel, then, before God, even now, to pray that you
may be enabled to will aright.
Before you opened these pages, some
of your daily irritations were probably preying on
your mind. You have often, perhaps, recurred to
the annoyance, whatever it may be, while you read
on and on. Make this annoyance your first opportunity
of victory, the first step in the path of contentment.
Pray to an ever-present God, that he may open your
eyes to see how large may have been the portion of
blame to yourself in the annoyance you complain of, in
how far it may be the due and inevitable chastisement
of some former sin; how, finally, it may turn to your
present profit, by giving you a keener insight into
the evils of your own heart, and a more indulgent
view of the often imaginary wrongs of others towards
you.
Let not this trial be lost to you;
by faith and prayer, this cloud may rain down blessings
upon you. The annoyance from which you are suffering
may be a small one, casting but a temporary shadow,
even like the
“Cloud passing over
the moon;
’Tis passing, and twill pass full soon."
But ere that shadow has passed away,
your fate may be as decided as that of the renegade
in poetic fiction. During the time this cloud
has rested upon you, the first link of an interminable
chain of habits, for good or for ill, may have been
fastened around you. Who can tell what “Now”
it is that “is the accepted time?” We
know from Scripture that there is this awful period,
and your present temptation to murmuring and rebellion
against the will of God (for it is still his will,
though it may be manifested through a created instrument)
may be to you that “Now.” Pray earnestly
before you decide what use you will make of it.