The Benediction of Patience

“0 wait, impatient heart!
As winter waits, her song-birds fled
And every nestling blossom dead.

Beyond the purple seas they sing!
Beneath soft snows they sleep!
They only sleep. Sweet patience keep,

And wait, as winter waits the spring.”

Patience and passion are near of kin. A fragment of etymology will shed light on the meaning of the words. Says Crabb, in his English synonyms: “Patience comes from the active participle to suffer; while passion comes from the passive participle of the same verb; and hence the difference between the two names. Patience signifies suffering from an active principle, a determination to suffer; while passion signifies what is suffered from want of power to prevent the suffering. Patience, therefore, is always taken in a good sense, and passion always in a bad sense.”

Patience, therefore, is the spirit of endurance, without complaint or bitterness, of whatever things in our life are hard to endure. It is a lesson that is hard to learn, but which is well worth learning at whatever cost. So important is it that our Lord himself said of it: “In your patience ye shall win your souls.” That is, life is a battle in which we fight for our soul. The battle can be won only by patience. To fail in this grace is to lose all. This suggests how necessary it is that we learn the lesson, however hard it may be. Not to learn it is to lose the battle of life, and that is the losing of the soul.

In one of St. Paul’s epistles is a benediction which in the Revised Version reads, “The Lord direct your hearts... into the patience of Christ,” This is a benediction which all of us would like to bow our heads low to receive. In Christ’s own life, patience, like all virtues, had its perfection. And his was not a sheltered life, without such trials of patience as we must endure, but one exposed to all that made it hard for him to live sweetly. He met enmities, antagonisms, and uncongenialities at every step. Besides, his nature was one that was sensitive to all rudeness and pain, so that he suffered in his contacts with life far more than we do.

Yet his patience was perfect. “He came unto his own, and his own received him not.” He pressed upon them the gifts of love, but they rejected them. Yet he never failed in his loving, never grew impatient, never wearied in his offers of blessing, never withdrew his gracious gifts. He stood with his hands outstretched towards his own until they nailed those hands back on the cross, and even then he let drop out of them, from their very wounds, the gifts of redemption for the world.

His patience appears also in his dealings with his own disciples. They were very ignorant and learned their lessons very slowly. They tried him at every point by their want of faith, their lack of spirituality, and their weak, faltering friendship. But he never wearied in his love for them nor in his teaching.

His patience is seen, too, in his treatment of the people who pressed about him wherever he went, with their clamors for healing. We have only to think what a motley mass an oriental crowd is, at its best, and then remember that it was the very wreckage of misery and wretchedness that came to him, if we would get a thought of the wearisomeness of moving day after day among these poor sufferers as Jesus did. Yet he never showed the slightest impatience with any of them, however loathsome or repulsive, but gave out freely and lovingly of the richest and best of his own precious life to heal and comfort them, even the vilest and most repulsive of them.

His patience with his enemies is also wonderful. It was not the patience of weakness; for at any moment he might have summoned legions of angels from heaven to strike down his opposers. Nor was it the patience of stoicism that did not care for nor feel the stings of hate and persecution; for never was there another life on earth that felt so keenly the hurts of human enmity. Nor was it the patience of sullenness, such as is sometimes seen in savages, who bear torture in grim, haughtysilence. Never did the world see any other patience so sweet, so gentle. He prayed for his murderers. He gave back gentlest answers to most cruel words. His response to the world’s enmity was the gift of salvation. From the cruel wounds made by nail and spear came the blood of human redemption.

We see his patience also in his work. He saw very few results from his preaching. He was a sower, not a reaper. Multitudes flocked after him and heard his words, but went away unimpressed. Yet he never lost heart.

Thus to whatever phase of Christ’s wonderful life we turn, we see sublime patience. He was patient in accepting his Father’s will, patient toward the world’s sin and sorrow, patient with men’s unreasonableness, uncharity, unkindness, patient with ignorance and prejudice, patient in suffering wrong. Marvellous, indeed, is this quality in our Lord’s life. Who is not ready to turn the benediction into a prayer, saying, “Lord, direct my heart... into the patience of Christ “?

We all need patience. It is one of the rarest adornments of character. “Patience,” says one, “is like the pearl among the gems. By its quiet radiance it brightens every human grace and adorns every Christian excellence.” In the work of our life, too, and in our contacts with others, patience is essential. We need it in our homes. The very closeness and the familiarity of the relations of the lives within our own doors make it hard at times for us to preserve perfect sweetness of spirit. There is much undiscipline as yet in most earthly families! We too easily throw off our reserve and our carefulness, and are too apt now and then to speak or act disagreeably, unkindly. We assert ourselves, and are wilful and exacting.

It is easy in the frictions that too often are felt in our homes to lose patience and speak unadvisedly and unkirffrly. Husband and wife in their mutual relations do not always exercise patience. They seem to forget that love should never be ungentle, but should be thoughtful, kindly, affectionate in look and word and manner. Parents fail sometimes in the duty of patience with their children. The children of a household, in too many cases, do not live together in that lovingness which belongs to the ideal Christian home. Many words are spoken which show irritation and even bitterness. Such words hurt gentle hearts, sometimes irreparably. But family-life ought to be free from all impatience. Wherever else we may fail in this gentle spirit, it should not be in our own home. Only the gentlest life should have place there. We have not long to stay together in this world, and we should be patient and gentle while we may.

“The hands are such dear hands;
They are so full; they turn at our demands
So often; they reach out,
With trifles scarcely thought about
So many times; they do
So many things for me; for you — If their fond wills mistake,
We may well bend, not break.

They are such fond, frail lips,

That speak to us. Pray if love strips

Them of discretion many times,

Or if they speak too slow, or quick, such crimes

We may pass by, for we may see Days not far off when those small words may be Held not as slow or quick, or out of place, but dear, Because the lips are no more here.

They are such dear, familiar feet that go

Along the path with ours — feet fast or slow,

And trying to keep pace. If they mistake,

And tread upon some flower that we would take

Upon our breast, or bruise some reed,

Or crush poor hope until it bleeds,

We may be mute,

Not turning quickly to impute

Grave fault; for they and we

Have such a little way to go — can be

Together such a little while along the way,

We will be patient while we may.

So many little faults we find.

We see them, for not blind

To love. We see them, but if you and I

Perhaps remember them some by and by,

They will not be

Faults then — grave faults — to you and me,

But just odd ways, mistakes, or even less,

Remembrances to bless.

Days change so many things — yes, hours;

We see so differently in sun and showers.

Mistaken words to-night

May be so cherished by to-morrow’s light!

We may be patient for we know

There’s such a little way to go.”

We need the patience of Christ also in our mingling with others, in our business associations and contacts, in our social relations, and in all our dealings with our neighbors. Not all people are congenial to us in spirit and manner. Some want their own way. Some are exacting and unreasonable. Some fail to treat us kindly. Possibly in some cases the fault may be ours, at least in part. Others may think of us as we do of them, that it is hard to live peaceably with us. However this may be, the patience of Christ will teach us to bear sweetly and lovingly with even the most unreasonable people. He was patient with all, and we are to be like him. It is not to the gentle only that we are to show this grace; any one can be patient with loving and gentle people, but we are to be kind to the froward and the evil. If we are impatient with any one, however unworthy or undeserving, we fail to be true to the interests of our Master, whom we are always to represent.

We need the patience of Christ in meeting the trials of life. We have but to remember how quietly he himself endured all wrongs, all pain and suffering, to get a vision of a verybeautiful ideal of life set by him for our following. The lesson is hard to learn, but the Lord can direct our hearts even into this sweetness of spirit. He can help us to be silent in the time of distress. He can turn our cry of pain into a song of submission and joy. He can give us this gentle peace, so that even in the wildest strifes our heart shall be quiet.

We need the patience of Christ to prepare us for his service. The moment we enter the company of his disciples he gives us work to do for him. We are sent to find other souls, to bind up broken hearts, to comfort sorrow, to help lost ones home through the gloom. All this work is delicate and important, and we need for it the patience as well as the gentleness of Christ. It must be done lovingly, in faith, unhurriedly, under the Spirit’s guidance.

The mothers need the lesson that they may wisely teach and train their children and not hurt their lives by impatience. All who are dealing with the young, with inexperience, all who work among the ignorant and the lost need it. Those who would put their hands in any way to other lives need a large measure of the patience of Christ. We must teach the same lessons many times over and over, and if we grow impatient we may never see any result. If we become vexed with those we are striving to help, we hinder and spoil the beauty we are seeking to produce in their lives. Nothing but patience in the Christian worker fitly represents the Master. That is the way he would work. He would never show petulance or irritability, or any lack of perfect lovingness, in dealing with even the most trying life. In no other spirit or temper can we do this work for him. They are Christ’s little ones with whom we are dealing as for himself, and we must seek to do his work for them as he would do it with those gentle hands and that gentle heart of his, if he were here.

We need Christ’s patience also in waiting, as we work for God. We are in danger, continually, in our very interest in others, of speaking inopportunely, of trying to hasten our work. Eager, loving words, must wait the true time for speaking them, else they may do harm. There are many who speak too soon to young souls, and only close the heart they sought to open. Even in our hunger we must not pluck the fruit while it is yet unripe.

How can we learn the lesson? Some of us find it very hard to be patient. Can we ever get the gentle grace into our life? Yes; Christ can teach it to us.

“He doth not fail For thy impatience, but stands by thee still, Patient, unfaltering, — till thou too shalt grow Patient, — and wouldst not miss the sharpness grown To custom, which assures him at thy side, Hand to thy hand, and not far off in heaven.”