Christ the Propitiation
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The great redemption is finished. The blood of the Divine Surety has been shed. The Lamb for the burnt-offering has been immolated; access has been provided into “the Holiest of all.” Through the rent veil of the Redeemer’s flesh, the approach is available to every true, believing Israelite, by “faith in His blood.” How many among the votaries of a false and spurious Christianity, are looking to Christ through material relics — pieces of the so-called real cross, fragments of the spear or thorn-crown, or seamless robe! We are called to look “f/irongh faith.” How many more are groping their way to Him through propitiations of their own: penances, and prayers, and fastings, and flagellations. The Propitiation is completed: “Whom God hath set forth.” If the Jewish Hierarch, as he stood at the mercy-seat, instead of sprinkling the blood, had stripped the jewels from breastplate and mitre, and flung them on the sacred chest, what would all have availed? NotJii)ig. There was but one offering efficacious there: an offering composed not of ’ pearls from the ocean, or gold from the mine; ’ — “When I see the blood I will pass over you.”
The efficacy of the blood of the Great Sacrifice is inexhaustible. Revelation unfolds “an hundred and forty and four thousand” with lustrous robes, washed and made white in it; and still the Propitiation is “set forth;” still the way into the Holiest and td acceptance is open. Countless pilgrims, weary and heavy-laden, have encamped by the antitypical ells and Palms of Elim. Still is the umbrageous shelter ample as ever. Still is the invitation unlimited as ever, — “Whosoever will, let him take of the water of life freely.”
The word “Propitiation” in our motto- verse, as is well known, refers to the lid or covering of the Ark of the Covenant, above which were the overshadowing wings of the cherubim. Within the Ark were deposited the two tables of stone, on which were engraven the ten commandments, the words of the Eternal decalogue. Impressive and significant, surely, was that old symbolism! The sinner or worshipper (through his representative in the person of the Jewish High-priest) draws nigh with blood in his hand — this he sprinkles above the mercy-seat and before the mercy-seat; the purple stream falls on the floor at his feet. The law of God is still there with all its demands intact and inviolate; unabrogated, unrepealed. It utters the condemning word, “The soul that sinneth it shall die.” But between the law and the trembling worshipper there is this wrought covering; the glorious type of Him, who, to all His true people, is a shelter from the curses of the law; — “a refuge from the storm and a covert from the tempest.” Thus do we see the old, but ever-binding and obligatory Tables of Sinai’s covenant, screened out of sight by the intervening barrier; — hidden, as a covenant of works, by the better work of Jesus. We can take up with joyful confidence the prayer of the publican in the parable (Luke xviii. lo), in which prayer, it is well worthy of note, the very word which here occurs, ‘■’■propitiation^ though differently rendered, is also employed, — “God be MERCIFUL to me a sinner!” ‘Be merciful’’ — but let inercy reach me by the alone channel through which it can flow — mercy by sacrifice — vixoxzj through the atoning blood of the Immaculate Surety.
Believer! come, seat yourself under the shadow of this heavenly Palm, and exult in your inviolable safety and security! God hath set Him forth as a Propitiatory. He (the true ’ shield, and lifter-up of thy head ‘),” stands between the living and the dead, and the plague is
stayed!”
“Trembling with guilt, oppressed with fear,
Unfailing shelter I have here.
Long have I roamed in want and pain,
Long have I sought for rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
My soul fierce driven and tempest-tost.
But forth from dark and stormy sky
Beneath the mercy-seat I fly.
There I repose with fears all fled,
Pardoned, accepted, comforted.
The present, peace — the past, forgiven,
The future, vista- views of heaven.
Jesus! my soul alone relies
On Thine accepted Sacrifice.”
THE ELOOD OF JESUS CHRIST HIS SON CLEANSETH US
FROM ALL SIN.”