Fatherly Chastisement

“Tins is the rest ivhcrewith ye may catise the weary to rest, and this is the refreshing” —

“s a man rljastrnrtlj Ijis son, so tijr ILovti tfjg tfjastcnrti) tf)£E.”

iFatf)£rIg
CijasttSEnuut.

—Deut. viii. 5.

Come, child of affliction, and seat thyself under the shadow of this precious verse — this sheltering palm. God chastens thee as a parent. “Can anything,” says Harrington Evans, in one of his many brief aphorisms, “dry up tears like this — ’ my Father ‘?”

When an earthly parent uses the rod, he may, like Joseph to his brethren, speak and act with apparent roughness; but who can tell the pangs that all the while are rending his heart — the yearning love with which he regards his prodigal at the very moment he is chastising him! ‘J“he rod is in a Father’s hands — ^” If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons.” An earthly father may act capriciously — from impulse and passion: God never can, never does. An earthly father may misunderstand his child; he may deal with unnecessary severity; he may use words of harshness when more wholesome and considerate would have been words of kindness. Not so is it with Him who says, “I will correct thee in measure’’ He metes out every drop in the cup. He wisely and lovingly adapts His dealings to the case, necessities, and exigencies of His people. “Like as a father” — - yea, we may truly say, more tenderly than a father — “pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him. For He (unlike the kindest earthly parent) kiiowefh our frame — He remembereth that we are dust.”

Surely this is, after all, Christianity’s noblest and most precious revelation of God. The revelation of Him as a Spirit — the Great Unseen, Unknown, Untraceable, Intangible — everywhere present, beneath, around, about me — - with the eye of unerring scrutiny searching the secret labyrinths of the heart: — how august, solemn, awe-inspiring! “Whither shall I go from Thy Spirit, or whither shall I flee from Thy presence?” But God the Father — my Father: the feeling of awe encompassing the Supreme, melts into affection. That All-Seeing One is the archetype of the dearest of human relations — the earthly parent is the shadowy image of the Heavenly!

Specially in the season of affliction, to which our motto-verse refers, is that name suggestive of tenderest consolation. Who, of all the family, does the parent on earth most love and anxiously care for? Is it not the sick and suffering child? The strong shrubs are left to grapple with the storm; it is the weak and fragile ones that are specially tended and sheltered from biting frost or scorching sun. The ninety and nine are left by the shepherd to roam at will, untended, on the mountain side; but the one, footsore, fleece-torn wanderer — the one sick or wounded — he grudges no length of journey to succour, or to bear back on his shoulder, rejoicing, to the fold.

Sorrowing one, it is on yon this great God lavishes His deepest, profoundest sympathy. You are the battered flower He loves most to tend — you are the drooping member of the flock whose wounds He loves most to bind up. As one whom his “father pitieth” (Ps. ciii. 13), “as one whom his mother comforteth “(Isa. lxvi. 13). Repose in quiet confidence under His Heavenly discipline. If even now He be laying upon thee chastisements, seek not to arraign or question the infinite love and wisdom of His dealings; but, remembering in whose hand is the rod, be it yours to say, with unmurmuring lips —” Thy will

BE DONE.”

“The way is dark, my Father! Cloud on cloud
Is gathering thickly o’er my head, and loud
The thunders roar above me. See, I stand
Like one bewildered! Father! take my hand.

“The way is dark, my child! but leads to light;
I would not always have thee walk by sight.
My dealings now thou can’st not understand,
I meant it so; but I will take thy hand.

“The day goes fast, my Father! and the night
Is drawing darkly down. My faithless sight
.Sees ghostly visions: fears, a spectral band,
Encompass me. O Father! take my hand.

“The day goes fast, my child! But is the night
Darker to Me than day? In Me is light!
Keep close to Me, and every spectral band
Of fears shall vanish. I will take thy hand.

“The way is long, my Father! and my soul
Longs for the rest and quiet of the goal.
While yet I journey through this weary land.
Keep me from wandering. Father! take my hand.

“The way is long, my child! But it shall be
Not one step longer than is best for thee;
And thou shalt know, at last, when thou shalt stand
Safe at the goal, how I did take thy hand.”

“KVE.N so, FATHER! FUR Su IT SEEMED GOOD IN THY SIGHT.’’