Shut In
There are many people who belong to the “shut-ins.” They are found in fine dty mansions and in quiet coimtry homes, in the dwellings of the rich and in the cottages of the poor. They are invalids who because of their broken health cannot any longer run the race with the swift or fight the battle with the strong; they have been wounded in the strife and have fallen out of the ranks. Passers-by on the street sometimes see their faces at the window, white and bearing marks of suffering, but they no longer mingle with the hurrying throngs nor take their places with the busy toilers. They are “shut in.”
They represent many degrees of invalidism. Some of them are almost entirely helpless. Here is one who for many years has not lifted a hand nor moved a finger by her own voUtion; here is one only partially powerless, imable to walk, but having the use of hands and arms; another has not sufficient strength for any active out-door duty, but can move about the house and perform many a sweet ministry of love. Thus these “shut-ins” embrace all degrees of suffering
and of helplessness, but they are alike in their inability to join the ranks of the busy workers without. They must stay in-^ioors; in a sense, they are prisoners in this great bright world, no longer free to go where they would or to do what they earnestly crave to do.
This book may find its way into the hands of some of these ‘’shut-ins,” and it ought to have its message for them. The message ought also to be one of cheer and gladness. I would like to write for such “prisoners of the Lord” a word that may carry comfort and strength, that may be to them like a little flower sent in from the outside, a token of sympathy laden also with fragrance from the garden of the Lord.
In the accoimt of the entering of Noah into the ark, before the Flood came, we read that “the Lord shut him in.” For quite a year Noah and his family were “shut-ins,” but it must have been a comfort for them to know that the shutting of the door was not accidental — that the Lord had done it. There was another comfort: it was very much better inside than outside. Without, there were great storms, wild torrents and terrible destruction. No man could live in the rushing waters. Within, there was perfect safety. Not a drop of rain dashed in; no wild tempest swept through the door. The ark was a chamber of peace floating quietly and securely in the midst of the most terrible ruin the world ever saw. The Lord’s shutting in of his people was to save them.
May we not say of every shut-in child of God, “The Lord shut hun in”? What the Lord does
[2S3] for his own people can never be unkindness, whatever it may seem to be. It is an infinite comfort, therefore, to a Christian who is kept within doors by invalidism or other like cause to be able to say, ‘’It was the Lord.who shut me in.”
May we not go a step farther and say of such ‘’shut-ins” that the Lord has shut them in because it is better for them to be within than without? No doubt there is protection in such a condition. These prisoners of the Lord are not exposed to the storms; it is always warm and safe where they are. They are dwelling imder the shadow of God’s wing. They miss many of the struggles with temptation and many of the sterner conflicts of life by being shut in. The ark was guided by an imseen Hand over the trackless waters of the Deluge. It had no rudder, no pilot, no sail, no chart, yet it struck no rock, was whelmed in no wild billows, moved in no wrong course, and bore its “shut-ins” in safety to the shores of a new world. May we not say that in like manner all the “shut-ins” of God’s people are God’s peculiar care? Are they not of those whom he gathers in his arms and carries in his bosom? We are told that the Lord knoweth how to deliver the godly out of temptation; may we not say that one of the ways he delivers from temptation is by shutting his people away from the rough blasts? No doubt many a soul has been saved from the evil influences of worldliness by being called from the midst of the excitements and strifes of active life into the quiet
shelter of invalidism. The chamber of suffering proves a sanctuary rather than a prison.
But there are other comforts. It is a great deal better to be shut in than to be shut out. There are pictures of both classes in the New Testament. In one of the parables of our Lord the door was shut, and it excluded some who came too late to be admitted; but the same door also shut in with Christ those who had entered in time. No condition could be more suggestive of blessedness than to be shut in with the Master. The closed doors are pledge that there can be no interruption of the communion. Christ’s “shut-ins” have abimdant opportunity for loving fellowship with him. Their sick rooms are not prisons, but Bethels where Christ comes to meet with them and to bless them.
It is not strange, therefore, that many of the quiet rooms where Christ’s disciples are shut in are places of great joy. Faith triumphs over pain. The darkness brings out the stars of promise, and they shine in radiant beauty. Because of infirmity the power of Christ rests in espedal measure upon his suffering ones, and they are enabled to rejoice in their very tribulations. Their joy is rich and deep. It is not the rippling surface-happiness of those outside who have no pain and are free to go where they will and to do as they desire: it is heart- joy which does not depend upon external things, and is therefore unaffected by external experiences. There are fresh-water springs that bubble up beneath the edge of the
[9S5] sea; the brackish tides roll over them, but they remain ever sweet and fresh. Like these springs are the fountains of Christian joy. Under the billows of trial and suffering they flow on imwasting and imembittered. Many Christian invalids become almost marvels of patience and peace as they are brought into living commimion with Christ. They are never heard complaining; they believe in the love of God, submit themselves to his will and take pain from his hand as confidently and sweetly as they take medicine from their trusted physicians; their faces shine with the radiance of indwelling peace, and the joy of their hearts finds expression in words and songs of praise. Surely, to the angels, as they look down from their pure glory, the chambers in which many of Christ’s ‘’ shut-ins” He must appear as spots of bright beauty in this dark world.
We naturally suppose that when persons are laid aside by illness and shut away in quiet sick rooms their work ceases and their usefulness is at an end. After that they are a burden to others instead of being helpers. So we would say. They require tending, watching, nursing; probably they have to be lifted by their friends and carried from chair to bed, from room to room, up and down stairs; they can no longer take any part in the duty of the household nor perform any active service for the Master. We would say at first thought that they are no longer useful; their old-time work has dropped from their hands, and others now have to do it. Yet we greatly mistake
when we suppose they are no longer of any service: they have a ministry even in their suffering which in many cases exceeds in value their highest usefulness in their most active days. It is impossible to measure the influence in a home, day after day, of a patient, rejoicing Christian sufferer. There pours out from the sick room of such a ‘’shut-in” a spiritual warmth of love which diffuses itself through all the household life like a summer atmosphere, leaving benediction everywhere.
It was my privilege to visit very often a Christian yoimg woman who for years was a sufferer. Much of the time her pain was excruciating — almost imendurable; but as I watched her from week to week I saw continually the putting forth of new spiritual beauties in her character. Her yoimg life seemed to me like a lovely rosebush in early simimer with its many opening buds, and pain was as the siunmer warmth that caused the buds to biut into full, rich beauty and fragrance. Every time I saw her some new feature of Christlikeness appeared in her life: another rose had opened into full bloom. In her last months there was no opportimity for active service, yet I believe the good she wrought by her ministry of pain far surpassed that which she could have done in the same time with the busiest hands had she lived in painless health. By her suffering she touched the hearts of parents and friends and drew out their sympathy as they watched month after month beside her. These fruits of her pain
will remain as permanent enrichment of the characters of those who loved her. Another effect of her suffering was in the influence of her sweet patience. She never murmured; her faith was never clouded for an instant; she was gentle, thoughtful, joyous, even in the sorest pain. Thus she was preaching perpetually sermons without words on the power of the love and grace of God, and thus became a blessing to everyone who entered her room and looked upon her radiant face.
From very humble Ufe there comes this pathetic incident which illustrates the same truth: In a pottery there was a workman who had one small invalid child at home. The man wrought at his trade with exemplary fidelity. He managed, however, to bear each evening to the bedside of his “wee lad” a flower, a bit of ribbon or a fragment of crimson glass — anything that would lie on the white coimterpane and give color to the room. He never went home at night without something that would make the wan face light up with joy at his return. He never said that he loved his boy, and yet he went on patiently loving him until the whole shop had been drawn into real though imconsdous fellowship with him. The workmen made curious little jars and cups, and painted diminutive pictures on them, and burnt them in their kilns. One brought some fruit and another some engravings in a scrapbook. Not one of them whispered a word, for this solenm thing was not to be talked about. They put their little gifts in the
old man’s hat, and he found them there and imderstood it all. The entire pottery-full of men of rather coarse fiber by nature grew quiet as the months passed, becoming gentle and kind; some dropped swearing as the weary look on their patient fellow worker’s face told them beyond mistake that the inevitable shadow was drawing nearer.
Every day some one did a piece of work for him, so that he could come later and go earlier. And when the bell tolled and the little coffin came out of the lonely door, there stood a himdred stalwart workingmen from the pottery with their clean clothes on, losing their half-day’s time from work for the privilege of following to the grave that little child whom probably not one of them had ever seen.
These incidents illustrate the refining, softening influence that went out from even a child’s sick room and touched a himdred men. All over the coimtry there are other chambers of suffering from which there goes out continually a power that makes men and women quieter, gentler, more thoughtful and kind. Thus God’s “shut-ins” are means of grace of ttimes to whole commimities.
It is known to many that there is a most helpful system of commimication established among invalids over this coimtry with these objects: i. To relieve the weariness of the sick room by sending and receiving letters and other tokens of remembrance; 2. To testify of the love and presence of Christ in suffering and privation; 3. To pray for one another
at set times — daily at twSight hour and weekly on Tuesday morning at ten o’clock; 4. To stimulate faith, hope, patience and courage in fellow sufferers by the study and presentation of Bible promises.
This simple exchanging of consolation among himdreds and thousands of ‘’shut-ins” throughout the coimtry is in itself a ministry whose helpfulness never can be estimated. Whatever tender comfort one finds is passed to others that they may share it. Strong friendships are formed between those who have never met. The hearts of all the great scattered company are drawn into loving sympathy as they think of and pray for one another.
Those who are happy and strong, rejoicing in health and in physical freedom, should never forget these “shut-ins.” There are one or more of them in every commimity. There are many ways in which strength and comfort may be sent to them. A kindly letter now and then, full of cheer and affection, may be like an angel’s visit to a weary sufferer. Or the thoughtfulness may be shown by sending a book or some flowers or a little basket of fruit or other token of love. In some cases personal visits are also practicable. There is some way, at least, in which everyone may do a little to lighten the burden of invalidism in some weary sufferer; and surely of all such Jesus will say, “Ye did it imto me.”