A Flight of Doves
“Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?” — Isa. Ix. 8.
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THE whole of this chapter of the great evangelical Prophet is replete with sublime imagery. It forms in itself a unique Poem, a gallery of successive pictures delineating the golden age of the Messiah. His Church, resplendent with the glories of her King, is represented as growing and expanding, age by age, till a whole world is seen hastening to lay tribute offerings at His feet, and to welcome Him to the throne of universal empire.
Several of its verses, taken by themselves, might form befitting themes to sum up the sacred services of a Communion Sunday.* We need indeed go no further than the opening exhortation, “Arise, shine;” sounding as it does like a clarion-note, a herald trum-
“The entire Chapter had been made the subject of exposition on the former part of the day. (See the writer’s “Comfort ye, Comfort ye,” chapters XXVI. and XXVII.) The present formed the “Closing Address” on that occasion.
pet in entering again the battle of life with refurbished armour, and the renewed vow of allegiance on the lip. “Let your light so shine before men, that others, seeing your good works, may glorify your Father which i i in Heaven.” But we have been led, in preference, to select a different but equally expressive metaphor: — the sight which revealed itself to Isaiah, as he gazed down the vista of ages on the Church of the future. It is that of a flock, or rather flocks of doves, on the wing to their cotes. Jesus may well be regarded as the true House of safety: while Communicants, His covenant people, like these silver and golden plumaged doves, Jlcc to Him for shelter, ti’ust Him for shelter, abide in Him for shelter. May God help us to some appropriate meditations, in harmony with the simplicity of the emblem.
(i.) The first thought which the verse suggests, in connection with our Communion services, is that of Uissfid association. Can we fail to think of the Prophet’s figure as symbolising what has occurred amongst us in this vast city to-day? varied churches and varied denominations engaged in celebrating the same sacred rite? We have, in and through its significant symbols, been looking and fleeing to the one only Saviour. As the dovecot may have its different apertures; so, each church retains its own denominational entrance. But the Glorious meeting-place, the spiritual Shelter, is the same. The windows are diverse, but there is a blessed identity in the hallowed haunt itself: nay in the day, and hour, and occasion of flight. The summoning bells have rung their varied tones: but there is a sweet harmony and concord in the responsive chime of consecrated hearts — “Unto Him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in His own blood!” Clothed, we trust, in the one glorious plumage, and with wings bearing in the same direction, may we not imagine angels exclaiming, as they look down on the multitudes in this and in other places throughout our land, hastening to the figurative sacramental Ark — “Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?”
(2.) In connection with our sacred rite, the emblem of our text suggests a public profession. The Prophet is arrested; or possibly, in the poetical imagery here employed, a chorus of spectators — in which he veils his own personality — are arrested by the spectacle. The doves are not spoken of as flying under screen of night or darkness; neither were they beheld winging a solitary or circuitous flight, as if dreading and evading observation. But the mid-day sun looked down on a whole cloud of them, their golden iridescent plumage flashing in his beams.
Dear brethren, it is no unimportant or insignificant feature in your divinely-appointed Ordinance, this open dove-like flight to the Covenant Ark, In these times, when there is so much unworthy shame in espousing Christ’s cause, ranging ourselves under His banner, and unfurling it before the world, — it is a noble thing, or rather a joyful privilege, to come boldly forward and avouch the Lord to be our God — making the public unhesitating avowal, “I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ:” like the man at the Beautiful Gate of the Temple, who, before all the multitude, went forth “walking and leaping and praising God”
(Acts iii. 8). “Them that honour Me, I will honour “(i Sam. ii. 30). Doubtless Jesus will regard with a special complacency those who have, with willing, loving obedience, responded to His own dying command, and in the words of another verse of this chapter, “glorified Him in the House of His glory.” Yes, as He looked down and saw this day, those who are the fruit of the travail of His soul; — as He beheld His people winging their flight to His Sacramental Table; may we not, with reverence, suppose Him joining in the angelic interrogation, and saying in the gladness of His own infinite heart — “Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows? “‘”’
(3.) The cloud of doves, as here represented, betokens the character of Christians and of Christian commiLuicants. They are, or ought to be, dove-lilce. The Dove has these among other characteristics: —
First. It is the complex symbol, in sacred poetry and art, of peace and love, of meekness and gentleness, purity and harmlessness (Cant. i. 15, vi. 9, Matt. x. 16). I may add, in the rude early Christian symbolism of the Roman catacombs, the Dove, as the bird of hope, is generally represented in connection, variously treated, with the olive branch. What a lesson for us all as believers in Jesus, and specially in rising from His Holy Supper, to carry away the resolution of
* A more emphatic rendering is given, in the Revised Version, to the Apostle’s word in ist Cor. xi. 26, “For as often as ye eat this bread and drink this cup, ye do iirodaim the Lord’s death till He come.”
E imitating more than we have yet done, “the meekness and gentleness of Christ:” His kind, loving, unselfish, peaceful spirit! If, in the retrospect of past months, it may be of past years, we have to mourn the cherishing or the exhibition of unholy tempers and resentful feelings — unworthy passions that have held guilty sway over us, — let us form the determination, in God’s strength, that henceforth we are to be more Dove-like — more like Him who was “meek and lowly in heart;” — “who when He was reviled, reviled not again; when He suffered, He threatened not, but committed Himself to Him that judgeth righteously.” Moreover, recalling the Dove as the bird of hope; either perched on the branch of peace or bearing it in its mouth, what more befitting benediction to carry with you as you leave this sacred ground — “Now the God of hojje fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hojje, through the power of the Holy Ghost” (Rom xv. i 3)?
A Second characteristic of the Dove is, that it is sivifi of wing. The Prophet saw them, not sailing like a cloud, or drifting like a cloud, but jiying; borne along with whirlwind speed. The carrier dove is well known for the swiftness — the length and steadiness, of its arrowy course, surpassing the proverbial flight of the eagle. An Oriental writer mentions regarding it, that it never pauses; that when its wings are weary, it poises itself on one, whilst the other droops for a little by its side, and when rested, the unremitting flight is resumed. This, coupled with Isaiah’s figure, surely suggests the activities of the Christian life. The believer is swift of winjf to do God’s service. The religion you profess, and to which many have set their seal to-day, is not only a being good, but a doing good. Ee always, like the dove, soaring. In a spiritual sense it is a safeguard and preservation against sin, not to remain with wings folded, but to mount on ministries of active service. It matters not what these services may be; for there are also, in this respect, many windows in the Ark, — many outlets of usefulness — diversities of gifts and consecration. Only “whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.” To be on the wing is to be safe. To have the wings folded, sunning in the garish light, is often to be in peril. It is a striking and beautiful verse in Proverbs, “Surely in vain the net (of temptation) is spread in the sight of any bird,” or, as it is rendered in the margin of your Bibles — “in the sight of that which moveth on the wing.” Moving; resting not; making no perch of the world; but in the pure cloudless ethereal regions of faith and love and holiness, soaring ever higher to the home in the hills of God. “Who are these thaty as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows? “‘”
(4.) The figure of the Dove fleeing to its window reminds and suggests, that it is a bird which requires a safe shelter. It does not, like some others, cower in hedgerows or furrows. The wild pigeon may build its
* This divine energy, in connection with the figure of the text, is brought out in the very earliest of Bible metaphors, where “the Spirit of God moved,” or, as that rather means in the Hebrew, “brooded (dove-like) on the face of the waters:” the significant symbol initiating successive manifestations of divine power in the work of creation.
nest on the forest tree; but the tame one seeks its secure dovecot. The eastern dove, which had no artificial home, had its equally secure dwelling in the rock-clefts: “0 my dove, that art in the clefts of the o’ocic” (SoL Song ii. 14.) A little way from the north-west shores of the Lake of Gennesaret there is a recess in the hills called the Wady Hyman,” or “Valley of Doves,” the sides of which are perforated with their retreats.
You who are Communicants have been fleeing anew to-day for refuge to the “Rock of Ages.” You have come for a little season into this Ark of Ordinances, from work and duty, from roaming the needful fields of every-day occupation — shall we say to bathe afresh your ruffled, soiled plumage, in the Fountain of Salvation? Eather, you have desired, in one of His own appointed Sacraments, to hold nearer, dearer, and more confidential fellowship with Christ: realising more devoutly that in Him you have your best, securest, and happiest Home. Away from earth’s troubles and anxieties, its sins and sorrows: in this glorious Eockcleft you have been folding your weary wings. An earthly communion is the foretaste and foreshadow of a safer and more enduring shelter; the pledge of a happier and more blissful Sabbath, when you will sink into the crevices of the true Rock for ever!
It is a special characteristic of the Dove, that, however far it goes — though at a distance of hundreds of miles — it will fly back with unerring aim, sureness, and safety to its abode. So with “the dove of Christ.” Every true believer, born of God, — born from above, and fo7’ above, through every cloud and tempest, will reach at last the true Home on high. “The spirit shall return unto the God who gave it.”
(5.) The cloud of Doves on wing to their windows, reminds one of young communicants. In the Septuagint, the words of this verse are remarkable, “Who are these that fly like doves with their’ young?” The doves fly to their dove-cot, but not alone, they have their offspring with them.
Not the least beautiful thing about a Communion-Sunday is the spectacle of young doves; those who have just risen from their early perches, the perches of the morning of life, and are winging their way, bright and unsoiled, to the Rock! If old communicants may be likened to the doves, whose wings the Psalmist speaks of as covered with “yellow gold” (golden with age); may we not compare young communicants to those wings, described in the same verse, as covered with silver; silvered over with the white shining of early piety and youthful consecration.
“Who are these that fly like cloves tvith their young?” If a father or mother ever in their lives experience a sacred and hallowed joy, it surely is at the hour when their young ones are found by their side at the sacramental table. Fleeing together; wing touching wing; nearing together the same Ark: together in the clefts of the same Eternal Rock. Ay., for parents to feel, when in the course of nature they are constrained, with aged and disabled pinion, to drop out of the flight; or rather, when they come to enter finally the windows of that Dovecot from which there is no return, — that they will leave behind them those who will pursue their way, year after year, to “the Ark of the testimony.”
Oh! my dear young friends, you who are the young doves to-day, in this glorious flight, be true and faithful to your God. Keep your plumage untainted. Let no feather be soiled with sin. Many wings amongst us would have been swifter, more buoyant, more soaring, if they had not been broken or blemished by some former falls.
The cloud of doves spoken of in this verse, were ever getting nearer their windows. May this be so with you in a nobler spiritual sense; and may the familiar words be alike your prayer and your experience —
‘• Still all my song sliull be
Nuarer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!”
(6.) One other thought is suggested, by the remembrance of a large class of those who are always to be found at the Sacrament of communion — I mean tl.e afflicted.
This image of doves flying to their windows reminds of storm. They were seen flying; drifting along like a tempestuous cloud. The dove flies to its dovecot, or to the rock- clefts, when the storm is brewing; perhaps were it not for the tempest it might linger in the open field, and get entangled in the snare or gin of which we found the Wise man speaking. But the black cloud is in the heavens! the thunder is heard: the tempest moans: the rain torrents descend. On the wings of the tempest the timid creature directs its flight to the shelterino; covert.
Sorrowing, afflicted ones! and especially any who, as communicants, partook of the sacred emblems in heaviness of spirit, bewailing the loss and absence of “those who are not,” may not this be your sanctified experience of the Divine dealings? Has not that desolating storm, which tore down your cherished earthly dovecots and shelters, only led you to speed more swiftly, steadily, persistently, to the only Refuge that never can be assailed by the hurricanes of dire misfortune, or the darker, gloomier tempests of bereavement and death? Yes, mourning dove! this day too faithfully noting blanks amid the flock of living wings around you; — -whether the silver-plumaged dove of youth missing the golden one of age, or the goldenpluraaged ones of age missing their young: — rejoice ]f that “windy storm and tempest” has brought you closer to Jesus, — driven you from the perishable to the Imperishable, and attuned lip and heart more for the song of a sainted IMinstrel: —
“I flutter, I struggle, I pant to be free,
I feel me a captive while banished from Thee:
A pilgrim and stranger the desert I roam,
And look on to Heaven and long to be home!
Ah, there the wild tempest for ever shall cease, No billow shall ruffle that haven of peace: Temptation and trouble alike shall depart, All tears from the eyes and all sin from the heart.” *
It is by affliction God has always prepared His
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doves for flight and for heaven. Without affliction, they might be grovellers for ever. It is by the thorn in the nest He drives them to the wing. They might otherwise have been content with a poorer portion. It is one of the finest of the old Assyrian myths or legends, that when their great Queen Semiramis, the founder of their empire, died, she was changed into a dove. How often does death — the death of beloved friends — work a similar transformation on bereaved souls! imparting to them the dove-like spirit, and the upward soaring! *
God grant that many amongst us, young and old, may have had the longing prayer answered to-day — “Oh that I had wings like a dove, then would I fly away and be at rest!” (Ps. Iv. 6). From our present theme of meditation, with its pictures and suggestions of shelter and repose; from the emblems and tokens of redeeming love at the Sacramental Table; from all that our eyes have there seen of the Word of Life; from Him who has tuned our hearts, inspired our thoughts, and given significance to our vows; from His dying lips on the Cross, from His glorified lips on
* KeLle’s familiar hues in the “Christian Year” may here be recalled —
“Then fainting soul, arise and sing:
Moimt, but be sober on the wing.
Till death the weary spirit free,
Thy God hath said — ‘Tis good for thee
To walk by faith and not by sight;
Take it on trust a little while;
Soon shalt thou read the mystery right
In the full sunshine of His smile.”
the throne; hear we not His own blessed, dove-like balm-word, stealing on the breath of eventide as a chime from the upper Sanctuary — “Come unto He, all ye that kibour and are hcavij laden, and I v:ill give you rest!”