Sunset on the Mount of Olives

“Flung to the heedless winds,
Or on the waters cast,
The’r ashe.? shall be watch’ d.
And gather’d at the last.

“And from that scatter’d dust
Around us and abroad.
Shall spring a plenteous seed
Of witnesses for God.

“Still, still, though dead, they speak,
And trumpet-tongued proclaim
To many a wak’ning land
The one prevailing Name.”

“The hours of the day are over and softly the season of light Goes out in a golden glory, and fades from our ravish’d sight.

*’ Eve is the season of rest, the season of thovight and repose, The overwrought toilers hail it — herald of balm for their woes.

“Beautiful gates of the sunset! ornate with crimson and gold. Like the tapestried tent of a monarch, their bars of pearl unfold.

*’ Far up in heaven they open, bidding earth’s light grow dim, That the children of men may gather, and sing their evening hymn.

“Homeward, I hear it whisper’d on each dying breath of the breeze; ‘Tis the burden of the sunset with its chcjral symphonies.

“Every night brings us nearer, nearer, and every departing sun Bids us take heai’t and labour, for soon will our work be done.”

“And devout men carried Stephen to his buiial, and made great lamentation over him.” — Acts viii. 2.

Wheee the funeral lamentations of these devout mourners took place, we cannot tell. There is a story (which, however, rests on doubtful tradition,) that Gamaliel, Paul’s instructor, himself in secret a Christian, had the mangled body of Stephen conveyed to a jjrivate burial-ground in his own villa, twenty miles distant from Jerusalem; — that, in accordance with oriental wont, he mourned for him seventy days; — and that, when he himself was approaching death, he gave directions that his own ashes were to mingle with those of the venerated martyr.*

Be this as it may, let us gather, in thought, around the rude death-couch of this spiritual hero, and watch the going down of his earthly sun. It is a “sunset” alike mournful and glorious. The sky itself is stormy and lowering; but the peaceful orb descends in calm majesty, bathed in the liglt and glory of a brighter hemisphere.

The death and martyrdom of Stephen has been, to the Church in every age, a hallowed memorial of faith, stern endurance. Christian meekness, and love. It was a testimony specially needed in the apostolic age; for well has it been observed (though the remark is a sad one) that, “the first apostle who died was a traitor; the first disci [»les of the apostles were hypocrites and liars; — the kingdom of the Son of man was founded in darkness and gloom.” -(■ But

* See note in Howson and Conybeare, St Paul, in loco. t Ibid., vol. i., p. 83.

here, at last, was a true sun, amid these wandeiing stars, shedding a chastened and mellowed glory in the olden firmament. Doubtless, the simple but sublime narrative of Stephen’s dying moments, nerved the arm and braced the faith of many of the noble army of martyrs who immediately followed him, and whose blood became the seed of the Church.

Let us mingle, in thought, among the crowd of “devout men” who are “carrying him to his burial,” and gather a few instructive lessons.

Of his earlier history we know little, save that he was a Grecian, or foreign Jew, converted to the faith of Jesus of Nazareth,* and selected by the Church as one of the seven deacons who were to have the administration of the fund for destitute Christian widows. As a Hellenist,-!- his mind was not warped with the weak prejudices which beset the Jewish converts resident in Palestine. Many of these still fondly clung to the old nationality. They looked with pride on their ritual, their temple, their ancestral privileges. Stephen was, in this respect, a step in advance even of the apostles themselves. He saw a nobler spiritual shrine rising on the ruins of the temple of Jerusalem; — true worshippers from every nation gathering within its sacred courts, and confessing that “Jesus Chynst was Lord’’

His character is delineated in a single sentence: He was” a man full of faith, and of the Holy Ghost’ — ‘’ftdl of faith and 2^oiuer.’’ These are equivalent and convertible

* Some hold that Stephen was one of the seventy disciples selected by our Lord, others that he was converted by Peter’s sermon at Pentecost; but both must be matter of conjecture.

t See Neander. + Acts vi. 8.

terms — for the power tins man of faith had was God-derived. The faith of his life, and the superhuman heroism of his death, have this as their exponent — “Not by might, nor by 2)ower, hut by my Spirit, saith the Lord of Hosts.“* That Holy Spirit seemed mightily to strengthen him, as he stood alone, confronting the learning, and, worse than all, the furious bigotry, of the supreme ecclesiastical court of the nation. His Lord appeared, in his case, to aiford the first fulfilment of a promise given, in the course of His personal ministry, to all His true disciples, — ‘’But when they shall deliver you up, take no thought hoiu or what ye shall speak, for it shall be given you in that same hour luhat ye shall speak. For it is not ye that speak, but the Spirit of your Father luhich speaketh in you.^’ Even to the very last, he was upborne by the same “Spirit of power.” It was this same omnipotent Agent who smoothed his martyr-pillow; for we read, “And he, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up steadfastly to heaven.” -)- Moreover, if, as we shall immediately see, it was Jesus, and a vision of Jesus, which formed the secret of support and holy transport in his dying hour, — have we not, in the two statements combined, a beautiful illustration of the words of the apostle, — ‘’No man can say that Jesus is tJie Lord but by the Holy Ghost? “I As it was the Holy Sjnrit who revealed the infant Saviour to aged Simeon, so it was the Holy Spirit who revealed the vision of the exalted Saviour to the dying martyr.

Let us seek to glorify this blessed Agent, more than we do, as “the revealer of Jesus.” “He shall glorify me,” says Christ; “for he shall receive of mine, and shall shew it unto you/*

* Zech. iv. G. + Acts vii. 55. t 1 Cor, xii. 3.

S04t SUNSETS ON THE HEBREW MOUNTAINS.

Why is it that we see the words of feeble, stammering tongues, often owned and acknowledged, while human learning and eloquence are powerless and unblessed; — the golden arrows from the best human quivers falling short of their mark, while “the smooth pebbles of the brook” from the lowly sling, and that, too, in untutored hands, are “making the people fall under them?” Paul tells us why, — ‘’My speech and my ‘preaching was not with enticing words of mans ivisclom, hut in demonstration of the Spirit and op POWER; that your faith sJioidd not stand in the wisdom of men, hut in the POWER OF God.’*

Let us pass to Stephen’s accusation and trial.

Though introduced to our notice in the sacred page, only as a deacon, (an almoner of temporal bounty,) yet, being “a manfidl of faith and of tJie Holy Ghost,” he could not be silent in proclaiming the name of his great Master. We read that” he did great wonders and miracles among the people.’’ -f-There were in Jerusalem a number of synagogues, belonging to the Jews of various countries. In these, Stephen took the opportunity of vindicating the cause of his. Lord, and more especially in that of the Libertines, — a word which seems to refer to those Hebrews who had at one time been Koman slaves, but who had obtained or purchased their freedom. Finding his wisdom and arguments irresistible, his hearers betook themselves to the last base expedient for silencing truth. They resolve to get a conviction against him for blasphemy; — they forget for the time their mutual * 1 Cor. ii. 4. f Acts vi. 8.

jealousies and hostilities, and combine for the overthrow of a common enemy. The Sadducees — the infidel party — hated and denounced, with the utmost vehemence, the new Christian tenet of the resurrection. The Pharisees, with a still more bitter animosity, repudiated a sect who were bold in advocating the death-blow to their national and ancestral pride — the superseding of the Mosaic ritual by a system which was to know neither Jew nor Greek, and by which God’s house was to be made “a house of prayer for all nations.”

What is their unworthy policy? They suborned witnesses to exaggerate these dogmas, and put them in the most distasteful and exasperating light — “We have heard him say, that this Jesus of Nazareth shall destroy this place, and shall change the customs which Moses delivered us.” What! “the holy and beautiful house where our fathers wor.shipped to be destroyed, and all our pleasant things to be laid waste!” What blasphemous words against the Temple and the Law! The most honoured name and most honoured locality defamed and dishonoured, and that too by a reputed “son of Abraham!” Their blood was stirred; — a popular tumult was easily fermented; — the Sanhedrim are convened in their ancient hall or stone chamber, on ]Iount Moriah, and Stephen stands confronting the seventy-two judges.

In calm majesty, he begins his defence. He arrests the attention of his auditors by commencing with a recapitulation of their national annals. Beginning with the call of Abraham, he descends from age to age, till he reaches the era of Solomon, and the building of the temple under whose august shadow he then stood. But he couples his reference to the

sacred shrine, with the scope and spirit at least of Isaiah’s

U gospel words — “Rowheit the most High diuelleth not in temples made with Jtands; as saith the yrojyhet, Heaven is my throne, and earth is my footstool: luhat house will ye build me? saith the Lord: or luhat is the j)lace of my rest? “’

This startling assertion creates a stir in his hitherto silent audience. A scene of noise and confusion takes place. Stung to the quick by the anticipated inference from the quotation of one of their own seers, they refuse any longer to listen to his defence. He himself watches the tempest gathering round his bead; and seeing how hopeless it is to combat malicious rage by calm argument, he abruptly breaks off his historical exordium, and, in an outburst of righteous vehemence and indignation, he denounces them as the slayers of the prophets, and the betrayers and murderers of Christ.

The commotion in the Sanhedrim now culminates in ungovernable rage. The gray-headed elders of the nation, — the scribes, the expounders of the law, the pbylacteried Pharisees, the infidel Sadducees, the high priest or president of the assembly, — all with one accord rise from their stone seats, their eyes flashing with fire, “and gnashed upon him with their teeth.”

How true is it, that the word of God is either the savour of life unto life or of death unto death! There is, in many respects, a striking similarity between Peter’s recent sermon on the day of Pentecost, and Stephen’s present address to the Sanhedrim; but how different the results 1 In the one case, thousands were pricked to the heart — the tear of genuine penitence rolling down their cheeks, and the cry rising from the depths of their stricken spirits, “Men and brethren, what shall we do?” In the other, unbelief onlysettled down into deeper and more confirmed obduracy. Those with the yrestige of authority and sanctity became the abettors of one of the foulest crimes that stained the annals of waning Judaism. It loaded the cloud of judgment, long brooding over the nation, and which was ere long to burst in awful vengeance.

That same sword of the Spirit is still a two-edged sword, — mighty to save, or mighty to destroy. Grace received, has more grace given, — ‘’Then shall lue know, if we follow on to know the Lord.” * Grace resisted, makes “the hard and impenitent heart” harder still, — “treasuring up for itself wrath against the day of wrath.”

Let us attend now to Stephen’s vision.

There is something very sublime in this apocalypse of glory! He stands confronting his infuriated judges in their temple hall. But in the midst of that scene of unholy vehemence and rage, as he looks up, perhaps while engaged in silent ejaculatory prayer, the walls and pillars of the earthly court of justice seem to dissolve; and, to his enraptured vision, a house, not made by mortal hands, discloses itself! He beholds the heaven of heavens! The victim of earth’s unhallowed malice is transported all at once into “the general assembly and church of the first-born!’ Turning from the dishonoured throne of an earthly tribunal, he gazes on the throne of One who “judges righteous judgment.”

What “the glory of God” was, which he saw, we cannot pretend to conjecture. Like Paul’s subsequent heavenly * Hos. vL 3.

vision, it must have been something beyond the power of human hmguage kp describe, — not “possible for man to utter,” Bat there was one part of the vision clearly defined, — one Object which stood forth in bold relief, in this celestial picture. That adorable Saviour who, but a few weeks before, he had himself possibly seen hanging as a criminal on the cross, was now beheld “standing at the right hand of the throne I” There are two things specially noticeable in the vision: — First, The designation given to Christ by the martyr. While the evangelist in his description says, “He saw Jesus standing on the right hand of God,” Stephen himself, in relating the vision, uses another, and, in the circumstances, a more touching and expressive title — “Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the Son of man standing on the right hand of God.” At that entrancing moment, — as the celestial portals flew open, and his eye wandered through the burning ranks which surrounded the central throne, — he may have expected to behold the Lord he loved, seated in dazzling glory, surrounded with some awful symbols of deity. But lo! it is the Son o/man! It is the same Brother of human kind he had so recently seen on earth; — He who, as man, and as “the Son of man,” had undergone, near where he now stood, sufferings and tortures, in comparison with which, all that awaited liirti were but as dust in the balance!

And, secon ily more than this, he sees Jesus “standing.” There is a volume of tender meaning here. Thirteen times is Christ spoken of in Scripture as “seated at the right hand of God;” only once is He spoken of as ‘’standing,” and that once is here. He is “seated;” — there is comfort indeed in that truth also: that on the close of His earthly work and warfare, He was enthroned in Heaven as “Lord of all,” On that royal seat, “set as king in his holy hill of Zion,” — He is quietly “waiting” till all His enemies be put under His feet; and then, once more will He ‘’rise” that He may “come and receive them to Himself.” Indeed, Paul’s words are remarkable as viewed side by side with those of Stephen’s vision: — “He hath FOR EVER sat down at the right hand of “God, from henceforth expecting (waiting) till his enemies be made his footstool,”

Why, then, this strange exception in the text? Why has the seated Saviour changed His posture so that He is seen ‘’standing” by His dying saint? Oli, blessed testimony to the deathless sympathy and tenderness of that loving Saviour’s heart! — Seated though He be — it is as if He had heard the stir in that court on earth; — as if He had heard (as indeed He did) every malicious taunt that was hurled at His holy servant. He cannot remain still. He rises; — (or, if we dare use a human expression to give force to the heavenly vision) — He starts from His seat at the “call” of His injured disciple — He feels the cruelties inflicted on him as if they were inflicted on Himself.* He, the same gentle, tender. Shepherd that He ever was, sees one of the choicest sheep of the fold in the fangs of ravening wolves! Roused by these wild beasts who were scattering His flock; — touched with the tender bleat of that holy and innocent victim of their rage, — the good Shepherd stoops down from the hills of glory; and, as Stephen enters the valley of the shadow of death, He comforts and supports him with His rod and staff!

* See both these points ably illusti-ated in a sermon by the Rev. Henry MelviU, B.D.

Who knows, when the martyr was thus surrounded by that /* infuriate rabble, but some such thought as this may have crossed his mind? —” Would that it were with me as in months past — when that Saviour-God was personally present with His Church on earth, — when He cheered them on the lake-shore, or comforted them in the midnight sea, or wept with them in Bethany’s graveyard! — would that He were here, to cast upon me His loving eye of sympathy, or cheer me with His tender words, or with His strong arm to pluck me from the fangs of these merciless destroyers. But, alas! I am alone; — the gates of heaven have closed on my ascended Lord. I cannot tell whether, now that He is seated amid the hosannas of eternity, He can bend a look of pity upon me. I may be left unthought of and unsuccoured in this pitiless storm.’^

Nay, nay. Behold! not only “heaven opened,”” and the “Son of man” — (Jesus unchanged in human form) — seated there; but, (more amazing than all,) behold Him, roused from His posture of repose, bending down from the skies, — the songs of heaven for the moment hushed, that He may cast a look of loving sympathy on a saint struggling in the earthly billows. That great Shei)herd who “calleth His own sheep by name, and leadeth them out,” will not listen unmoved to that dying cry. The disciple has made a good confession before many witnesses, and his Lord (holding the portal of heaven open with one hand, and the martyr-crown with the other) seems to say — “Well done, good and faith ful servant:” ‘’thou hast been faithful unto death; I will give thee a crown of life!”

And what Christ was to Stephen of old, He is to His people still. In every .season of sore calamity, — whether to His Church collectively, or to its members individually, — He is ready to rise from His throne and bend over them in tender love!

What a source of comfort this Vision of Jesus must have been to the sutlcring Christians of a future age. How they would revert to it, as the axe of the executioner gleamed before them, or the faggots were piled around them! How they would rejoice in the thought that, far above the unsympathising crowd of human tormentors, there was One in heaven who was Hims(4f the ‘’ faithful and true Martyr,” * bone of their bone, and flesh of their flesh; and who could say, with all the intensity of dearly-bought experience, —” / know your sorrows’’

Observe, next, Stephen’s twofold yrayer.

He is dragged by a ruffian crew outside the city gates; — and somewhere nigh (probably within sight of) that Gethsemane where his great Lord had suff’ered, Stephen is to seal his testimony with his blood. As the showers of stones are hurled upon his guiltless head, the meek sufi’erer utters a twofold supplication.

1st, Eor himself. He looks upward to that same all-glorious Son of man; but, knowing that infinite Deity is in union with humanity, he invokes His succour, not as man, but as God. “Calling upon and saying” — (not “calling upon God,” as it is rendered in our authorised version; — that word is in italics, ‘and is not in the original), but invoking Jesus, and saying, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit!” Like

* Rev. iii. 14.

Christ in His calmness and meekness, lie resembles Him in this final prayer. It was almost a repetition of the closing utterance of the Saviour Himself — “Father, into Thy hands I commend my spirit.” As we have already remarked, possibly Stephen had himself been a spectator of that awful scene on Calvary. He may have been among the group we read of, as having been “near the cross of Jesus;” and the prayer of his beloved Lord may have moulded his own in a similar hour.

2d, His other prayer was Christ-like too; — more remarkable even than the former.

Having besought the Saviour’s mercy for himself, he proceeds to implore the same for his miuxlerers; — and again, (as if he drank in his inspiration from recollections of Calvary,) “he kneeled down, and cried with a loud voice “— and in the spirit at least of his Lord’s words for His crucifiers —” Lord, lay not this sin to their charged

Oh, there is more than nature here! Let those who scorn the word grace; — who treat it as a figment and illusion, — let them come to this awful death-bed and say, Is there not something more than human, in the divine, forgiving charity of this tortured hero of truth? We know what nature would have done in the circumstances. We know its look of mad defiance, — the frown of malicious revenge. We know what its malison would be on that miscreant throng. How its last shout would be — “Let not my mangled body be cast unavenged in its tomb; — let no murderer here go to his grave in peace!”

How different 1 His last moments of consciousness are spent in prayer for these guilty assassins. No wonder it is said, ‘’He being full of the Holy Ghost.” It was the Siirit of God, the blessed Spirit of peace, that, dovelike, hovered around him, in these dying moments! A few years later, the Roman legions, under the victorious Titus, were to be ranged in that very spot where Stephen now lay; and these gates and walls, — temple and tower, — were to fall under the terrific assault. The conquest of Jerusalem was, even to a Roman, a proud achievement. But a nobler victory, though of a different kind, was being achieved by that one Christian hero, when, bleeding and mangled, he rises to his knees and prays for his murderers; — for “he that ruleth his spirit is greater than he that taketh a city.” * And observe, in Stephen’s character, a noble combination of qualities. Indeed, as has been well remarked, there is nothino- more striking than the manly, uncompromising way in which he denounces the sin of his persecutors, and the loving, tender way he prays for themselves. Let us never forget this refined and beautiful distinction. Be as bold as you please in the denunciation of all iniquity; — withstand to the face, whenever there is conduct to be blamed; but deal tenderly and forgivingly with the persons and character of offenders. No heathen philosophy ever inculcated such a maxim as this, -’•’ Love your enemies.’’ There is no more brilliant testimony to the reality of religion than when that maxim is exemplified. We may feel certain, that in the case of Stephen, that strange, godlike demeanour would not be lost upon the bystanders, or even upon his murderers. We know, at all event.s, that one was there — a passive, but not uninterested spectator of the scene, — of whom Augustine perhaps says

* Prov. xvi. 32.

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truly, “The Church owes Paul to the prayer of Stepheu.’ That wondrous dying prayer for forgiveness could not have entered the ear of the young Tarsian in vain; that angel- like countenance he saw in the hall of Gazith, conjoined with these last faint utterances of Christian forgiveness, may have hovered before him, when the voice of “that same Jesus” reached his own soul, “Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou mef They may have done much in instigating the reply — “Lord, what wouldst Thou have me to do?”

Once more, let us notice Stephen’s calm departure. “He fell asleep.”

Sleep is a beautiful image and type of death; but does it not seem stransre to use the fioure with reference to such a death as this? We can understand its beauty, when the death-bed is surrounded by hearts beating with tender aifection, — kind eyes looking down on the struggling soul, — kind hands smoothing the pillow; but it is hard to think or speak oi death as “a sleep),” amid a horde of murderers. Yet the sacred historian, simply and touchingly, thus describes Stephen’s closing scene

What was the secret of that quiet repose, — so gentle a breathing away of his spirit, in circumstances so dreadful?

It was the sight of Christ. This had enabled him to triumph over all that was outwardly repulsive; — that vision in the Sanhedrim-hall soothed and smoothed that awful death-pillow. Just as we have seen a glorious Alp, with its diadem of virgin snow bathed in the hues of ])urple sunset, while its base was wreathed with stormy clouds and scarred with the path of the recent avalanche; — so, the tempests are raging aroiuul his perishing body, but the great Sun of Righteousness is shining upon the departing soul, and gilding it with undying sylendour. “Behold!” he exclaims, (as if the vision was something so overpowering that, though he stood alone — no one to share in his emotions of transport — yet he could not resist proclaiming it even to the unsympathising crowd of persecutors,) “• Behold! I see the Son of man STANDING;’ — He is waiting, with outstretched arms, to receive and welcome me, His poor servant. Can I be afraid of death under any form, if it be the portal to unite me to this ever-living, ever-loving Lord?”

And is not this the secret of support in ten thousand death-beds still? It is, indeed, delightful to think, as in the parable of the rich man and Lazarus, of troops of angels hoverinoaround the saint’s death-pillov;, and waiting to bear his spirit into Abraham’s bosom. But more comforting still, to think of Him who has at His girdle “the keys of the grave and of death,” — the Son of man on the throne; — to think of Him stooping from the heights of heaven and uttering the prayer — ‘’Father, I tvill that they also whom Thou hast given me he with me tvhere I am, that they may behold my glory

Let any who may be mourning the loss of departed Christian friends, rejoice; they are “with Christ,’’ which is “far better.” Their absence may be a sad deprivation to the Church on earth; they may leave a sorrowful gap in the home-circle; the devout (as in the case of Stephen) may be making a great and sore lamentation over them; but they have “fallen asleep in Jesus;” nay, at the hour of death, Christ stooped from His throne to receive their spirits.

Theirs was an immediate entrance. The gate of death and the gate of Heaven was one I

They only are to be pitied and mourned who, while living, arc living a life of death; and who, when they come to die, (oh! sad contrast with the departure of the first martyr!) can have no heavenly vision; no “Son of man “standing to receive them; no angels waiting to conduct them to glory, and to chant the requiem —” So giveth He His beloved SLEEP! ‘’

Reader, whosoever thou art, if still without these hopes “full of immortality,” Christ is now stooping from His throne to thee! He is standing, with His outstretched arms of reconciliation and love, calling upon thee to be “reconciled unto God.” Oh! postpone not, till a dying hour, responding to His overtures of mercy. Be assured, all death-beds are the same in this, whether they be beds of down or pallets of straw; — whether under the thatched roof or under gilded ceilings; — they can afford no ease to the aching head that has postponed till then, the great question of salvation! Be it yours to live the life of the righteous, if you would die their death. Let existence be one sacred mission to “please God;” — and then, yours shall be a peaceful “sunset.” The last enemy cannot appear too suddenly or unexpectedly. Whether a season of lingering, wasting sickness be appointe<l you; — or “in a moment ‘’ — with the speed of the lightning-flash — the summons may come; — in either case, you can, in humble faith and confidence, appropriate that beatitude, traced by the finger of God the Spirit, — a benediction better than all sculptured epitaphs of man’s device —” Blessed aeb

THE DEAD WHICH DIE IN THE LOED!”

“Behold the western evening-light I
It melts in deep’ning gloom;
So calmly Christians sink away,
Descending to the tomb.

‘* The winds breathe low, the with’ring leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree;
So gently flows the parting breath
When good men cease to be.

‘* How beautiful on all the hills

The crimson light is shed!.
*Tis like the holy peace diffused
Around their dying bed.

How mildly on the wand’ring cloud
The sunset beam is cast!
‘Tis like the memory left behind.
When loved ones breathe their last.

“And soon the morning’s gladsome light
Their glory shall restore,
And eyelids that are seal’d in death
Shall wake to close no more,”

“Beliold, the noon-day sun of life

Doth seek its western bound,
And fast the length’ning shadows cast

A heavier gloom around;
And all the glow-worm lamps are dead

That, kindling round our way,
Gave fickle promises of joy;

‘Abide with us, we pray! ’

Dim eve draws on, and many a friend,

Our early path that blest,
Wrapt in the cerements of the tomb,

Have laid them down to rest;
But Thou, the everlasting Friend,

Whose Spirit’s glorious ray
Can gild the dreary vale of death,

Abide with us, we pray! ‘”

“ABIDE WITH US, FOR IT IS TOWARD EVENIlfG, A-ND
THE DAY IS FAR SPENT,”