THE TABLE OF THE BREAD
OF THE PRESENCE
"You must always keep the special Bread of the
Presence on the table before me." Exodus 25:30
Reader! have you passed the threshold of the home of
grace? Is soul-death behind you? Is soul-life your portion? If so, you
daily hunger for divine meal. The proof of life is sure. The new-born
craves for food. And no food satisfies, but Christ Himself.
These lines are written to commend such feast. A Table
here is spread, of which the whole provision is Christ's person and Christ's
work. The saints of old found their abundance here. Yet there is more. The
banquet still is rich. The Spirit's call is ever heard, 'Eat that which is
good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.' Our gracious God
directs, 'make a table of acacia wood, 3 feet long, 1 1/2 feet wide,
and 2 1/4 feet high. Overlay it with pure gold and run a molding of gold
around it.' Observe this. The thought and plan are wholly from above.
It is no human pattern or design. God loved, God willed, God spoke. As
Christ is the offspring of free grace, so grace contrives each image which
In height it is co-equal with the Ark. The measure of its
length and breadth is less. Its substance is identically one. The inward
frame is that choice wood, of which the virtue could resist all taint. The
outside shines in the chaste splendor of pure gold.
Reader! revolve the precious teaching of these chosen
signs. Their terms are plain. They show the redemption-wonder. Wood
is co-joined with gold. This is poor manhood taken into God. This is
the Godhead linked to our lowly flesh. God remains God, and yet is man. Man
remains man, and yet is one with God. Such is our Jesus; moving, working,
dying, upon earth. Such is our Jesus; sitting, working, reigning, in
Reader! let ceaseless praises prove that your gratitude
discerns this truth. Cry out and shout—Christ is man; His doings are put
down as mine. Christ is God; His doings must suffice.
The Table is well-stored. Christ is the richness of
all rich supply. Count all the drops of ocean, and all the grains which form
our globe, and all the rays, which pour down from the sun. They are base
scantiness compared with Him. View other tables. The dainties of the WORLD
are choking dust. The hungry eat, and hunger bites with sharper tooth. SELF
is a barren waste. No soul of man can reap refreshment in that blighted
field. The mere outside of RELIGIOUS FORMS and RITES is as unsubstantial as
the passing cloud. Many, indeed, visit these tables; but disappointment
mocks them all. The same is true of every table but Christ. He is the one
abundance which abounds forever. He is the one full Table which is ever
But what is the food? It is bread. 'You must
always keep the special Bread of the Presence on the table before
me.' Faith knows this emblem well. It has often sat in rapture at the feet
of Jesus, and heard His own lips say, 'I am the bread of life.' It knows,
also, the reviving taste. It has found Christ to be its staff of
strength, the healthful juice of its exhausted powers.
But bread is formed of grain, which earth brings
forth, and labor grinds, and culinary process kneads, and oven's heat
completes. Christ is all this. He is bone of our bones, flesh of our flesh.
The heavy burden of man's sins bruised Him to powder, crushed Him to the
grave. All hell put forth its endeavors to sift Him as the wheat is shaken.
And all the flames of God's wrath blazed fiercely round Him. Thus He became
the Bread of God—the saving food of souls!
Will any grain avail to make this consecrated
bread? What says the Lord? 'You shall take fine flour.' No unclean
grain, no refuse husk, no worthless chaff, can taint this holy lump. All its
material is pure perfection. Here is Christ's manhood, as free from evil as
God's life can be. This truth is precious. The anxious soul will often ask,
May I lie down and die, without one fear, on Christ? The Spirit uses sword
after sword to slay each doubt. He testifies by frequent word, in
frequent type, that sin could no more touch Him, than man's hand
can reach God's throne, or soil the sun with stains.
A name distinguishes this food. It is called
Show-bread. The term implies Bread of faces, or Bread of the
Presence. There is a length of truth wound up in Bible names and titles.
As we unfold them, there seems to be no end. We here are taught that this
Bread was spread forth before Jehovah's face, laid out in His immediate
presence. This is an emblem of our Lord. There never has been moment in
which He lived not the darling of the Father's eye. There never can be. He
says, 'Before the worlds were framed, I was by Him, and I was daily His
delight, rejoicing always before Him.' God viewed Him, then, as the one
center of His heart's desire. And never can His eye stray from Him. He views
Him still with loving gaze, as having executed all His purposes of grace, as
having magnified His name beyond all honor, as having vindicated the majesty
of truth and justice. All that God is, finds sweet refreshment in this
Bread of the Presence.
The number of the loaves is fixed. They must be
twelve. 'Place the bread in the Lord's presence on the pure gold table, and
arrange the loaves in two rows, with six in each row.' Leviticus 24:6. There
is sweet meaning in this gracious rule. The twelve express the tribes of
Israel. Each has allotted place on the presenting table. These classes had
their differing marks. In size, in wealth, in promises, in privilege, in
heritage, their state was diverse. But here not one is overlooked—not
one is put aside. The Table sets all equally in order before God.
The numbered tribes of Israel are a clear picture of the
numbered Church. Hence every child of faith is present in the
Presence-bread. They all are members of the Lord. In Jesus, they all
appear before the Father's eye. Degrees of faith may vary. Some may but
touch with trembling hand the very edge of Jesus' garment. Others may live
with their enraptured head upon His very breast. But if there is vital
faith, there is an oneness with the Lord which never, never can be parted.
Christ holds each one within Himself. He shows Himself to be made up of them
all. They lived in Him. They died in Him. They rose in Him. They sit
together in heavenly places in Him. God's look, which rests upon His Son,
sees them. The love which smiles on Jesus smiles on them.
Believer, whatever be your need, your misery, your sense
of sin, your loathing of vile self, turn to the Bread of the Presence.
Your image there is lovely. Christ lives to represent you. While God
delights in Him, He must delight in you. He perpetually sees you wrapped up
in His Son.
The Bread received a crown (or rim) upon its summit. The
crown was frankincense. Thus constant fragrance shed delight around.
Christ is sweet savor. The sin-removing blood, the interceding prayer, the
spotless righteousness, the incense of the finished work, are heaven's
own myrrh. O my soul, is Christ this frankincense to you? You hear the
voice, 'This is My beloved Son, in Whom I am well pleased.' Is there the
glad response, This is my beloved Savior—in Him, I am indeed well
On the return of every Sabbath morn, the priests brought
fresh supplies. At no moment was the Table empty. You ministers of
Christ, mark well this fact. It is a sign which teaches you how you must
teach your flocks. The Sabbath hours are golden time. The pulpit opens to
you. Assembled crowds hang on your lips. The hungry press round you to be
fed. What bread do you produce? No food can satisfy which is not Christ.
This must be gathered in the fair fields of Scripture, where nothing
grows but holiest grain. It must be sifted with most anxious search. It must
be worked upon the knees. It must be 'mixed' with agonizing prayer.
It must be always new, but always one. Its savor must be only Christ.
The Presence-bread was still the same in substance and
in form—but newly placed and newly prepared for its sacred use. O Sirs,
look well to this. A dwindled and decaying flock might move angelic
multitudes to tears. But dwindle and decay they must, if the bread you give
them is poison; or if the food is stale. Woe to the preacher who thus sins!
There can be no excuse! The Bible is before him. It is a storehouse in which
Christ is All—and ever new. Will he not take that he may give?
Will he not give that he may save from death? Listen to the moan of many a
famished soul—"I starve; this food is Christless. I starve; this food is
The Bread afterwards became the priests' meal.
Within the holy place they ate the holy food. There is especial care for
those who do especial work. And why? They have especial need. Such is the
pastor's case. What cares oppress! What toils exhaust! What anxious days and
nights beat down! But Jesus calls him to the secret chamber of His presence,
and feeds him with the first-fruits of His truth. Thus with new power he
runs anew his sun-like course. But woe, indeed, to him who sermonizes a
Savior whom he has never seen, and preaches Christ from Christless heart,
with Christless lips. O Sirs, there is a voice from Balaam's bed of fire,
there is a wail from the low cell of Judas, which warns with an
appalling note. Let none take Christ upon the preaching lip, who do not
feed on Him with ravished heart!
But here is food for the whole family of faith. In
Gospel day, the lowest servant is a priest of God. 'He has made us
his kingdom and his priests who serve before God his Father.' Hence,
all are welcomed to the Bread of His Presence. Children of grace, know your
high privilege. The table with all its treasures is for you. Look to the
Bread of His Presence again. It tells you what is the true act of faith. Is
it enough to hear of food? Is it enough to see, to smell,
to touch? Oh, no! Hearing and sight remove no hunger and supply no
strength. To gain nourishment, the lips must taste, the food must circulate
throughout the frame. So Christ must be received in all His grace, in all
His truth, into each fiber of the heart and soul. He must be present in the
inner man, life of our life, strength of our strength, health of our health,
joy of our joy!
Reader! is your soul craving thus for Christ? Is it thus
feasting on Him? He is before you. You have not far to seek. Faith can
receive Him at any moment and in any place. It cries, 'Lord, evermore give
us this bread'—and as it cries, it takes—and as it takes, it rejoices—and as
it rejoices, it blesses—and as it blesses, it takes more, and strengthens
more, and shows its greater strength in greater labors and in louder praise.
But perhaps you care nothing for this gospel feast, this
Bread of His Presence. May God the Spirit in mercy lead you to it!
Listen! He cries, 'Come! for all things are now ready.' Will you refuse?
Remember Eve. The tempter showed her the forbidden fruit. How easily
she yielded; how quickly she took! He now shows you the husks and rubbish
of the world. Will you be as easily enticed? Sin touched, sin tasted,
sin digested, is hell and all hell's pains. But come to this Feast! Take
Christ, love Christ, feed daily, hourly, on Christ—and yours is the fullness
of joy now, and all heaven's blessedness forever!