THE EXCEEDING GREAT
"I am your shield, and your exceeding great reward."
It is a grand truth, that pleasantness and peace hold
constant court in the believer's breast. But it must be so. For where faith
dwells, there is Christ; and He enters as the author and giver of all joy.
Reader! come apart for a little moment, and pray over the
simple words, which here endeavor to confirm this principle. If the
Christ-revealing Spirit withdraws the veil, you will see the well-spring of
happiness. Drinking of this pure stream, you will go on your way, blessed
with much of heaven in possession—with all heaven in prospect.
We here fly back to Abraham's inspiring annals. He was
dwelling in the land of his birth, in the home of his childhood, amid the
friends of his heart. A voice shakes him from his dead repose. "Get out from
your country, and from your kindred, and from your father's house." Many
would have said, "This is a hard saying, who can hear it?" Not so the called
of the Lord. By faith he "obeyed, and he went out, not knowing where he
went." He was no loser. He received manifold more in this present time, and
in the world to come life everlasting. Again, when he had scattered kings in
the rescue of Lot, princely treasures courted his acceptance. Masses of gold
and silver sparkled at his feet. "Take the goods for yourself," was a
tempting offer, but with holy indifference he turned away. He was no loser.
After these things, an assurance richer than all the riches of earth
enriched him. "Fear not, Abram, I am your Shield and your exceeding great
Now in this narrative we have an unerring teacher's
voice. It tells us that the true Christian is called to many
relinquishments, to much self-denial, to constant trampling on earth's
gilded baits. But it tells us, that every relinquishment is wealth,
and every loss is gain. For he who leaves all for Christ, receives more than
all in Christ. A few particulars will establish this truth. There is a
plain inscription over the portal of the heavenward-path: "Strait is the
gate, and narrow is the way." He, then, who would enter, must be stripped of
all those flowing robes, in which men flaunt and swell in nature's broad
road. Self-righteousness must be torn off to its every shred. This is the
very flaying of the soul. Dependence on imagined merit adheres as the very
skin. But it all must yield. Self, in its most cherished form, must be
despised and hated, as an abominable thing. All our darling excellences, all
our fond conceits, all our superiorities must be rejected, as a filthy rag.
It is hard work to cast all this away, and to go naked to be clothed by
Jesus. But, if ever we would be saved, it must be done.
So, too, every hope which finds a Savior in the externals
of rites and services, and means of grace, must be ground to powder and
given to the winds. The channels of grace are not grace. The way is not the
end. The implements by which we feed, are not food. The husk is not the
kernel. The casket is not the jewel. The scaffold is not the building. The
door is not the mansion. Here again is work, which requires a martyr's
spirit, and more than human discernment. Satan is quick to deck our holy
things, and our holy places with a show of saving efficacy. He whispers,
that to put these into their proper place, is to put religion out of all
place. But we must not hesitate. Christ must be embraced, unaided and
alone, or not at all.
I need scarcely add, that every sweet sin, which has long
been caressed in the recesses of the heart, must be dragged to the light and
slain. This is ofttimes as the plucking out the right eye. But there must be
no sparing. Christ is light. Sin is darkness. How can they be one? Sin
loved, indulged, retained, binds fast the soul to the wheels of the chariot
in which Christ cannot sit.
Again, the love of the world, in its foolish vanities,
its empty shows, its godless maxims, its defiling pleasures, its lying
principles, its soul-beclouding books, and all its idol-worship of talent,
wit, and falsely-called glory, must be nailed to the cross. Its conformity
must be shunned, as poison—its touch shunned, as a viper's sting. The heart
must have no throne, but for Christ. Every joy must center in Him—every
flower of refreshment must be gathered from Him. This walk is a departure
from nature's country, from sin's kindred, and from the devil's home. It is
a march towards a land, which Christ will give. It requires efforts many,
and struggles many, and conflicts many, thus to take up the Christian's
staff, and to put on the Christian's sandal, and to spurn all things dear to
nature and to self.
But what is rejected? Nothing but husks and
shadows—nothing but vexation, and disappointment, and misery—nothing but an
oppressive load, a mocking shadow, a gnawing care, a weary chase after
emptiness, a groaning under present burden, a dread of future reckoning.
What is gained? The substance of all good, the
perfection of all excellence, in Christ. He welcomes to the secret chambers
of His love. He opens His heart. A voice is heard by every coming sinner,
You thus give yourself to Me, because I gave Myself for you, and now I give
Myself to you. Fear not, I am your "exceeding great reward." O my soul, is
this all-satisfying treasure yours? It turns all dross to gold, all clouds
to sunshine, all sighs to song, and earth to the very gate of heaven.
Mark well the vast assurance, "I am your exceeding
great reward." There would have been wondrous grace in the word, I will give
some recompense. But it is more than grace to say, I Myself am your reward.
The prospect of future glory would have been sweet encouragement, but it is
mercy above mercy to bestow a present, instant privilege. I am your
reward. There would have been marvelous comfort in the pledge, You shall
lose nothing in my service. But it is very God to speak, "I am your
exceeding great reward." Mark, then, the vast assurance. Christ Himself
is the reward—the present reward—the great reward—the exceeding great
reward, which fills believing hearts. All He is, and all He has is theirs.
Theirs by His love, which had no birth—theirs by His grace,
which has no bounds—theirs by His promise, which has no change;
theirs by His gift, which cannot be recalled. Theirs, because He
delights to bless them. Theirs, because He overjoys in their joy.
Sincerely would I speak of the reward, which He gives in
the gift of Himself. But here the tongues of men and angels fail. He is God.
Is His deity a treasure? He says to His people, Open wide your hands,
My deity is yours! As God, His power is Omnipotence. He uses it for them. It
protects them by night and day from the fury and hate of earth and hell. It
stands every moment a high barrier between them and destruction. It prevails
with Satan to beat him back. It prevails with the Father to draw Him near.
His wisdom is unsearchable. But it is all for them. He so plans
and disposes, that the fate of empires and the falling sparrow alike
yield them good. His Spirit is theirs. He is sent forth to awaken, to
reveal salvation, to win to the cross, to cheer, to sanctify, and to lead
into the pastures of truth and holiness.
He is God-man. As such He has died, and endured agonies,
and sustained a curse, and wrought righteousness, and possesses a kinsman's
heart to sympathize. All is theirs. His death is theirs, that they
may never die. His agonies are theirs, to expiate. His curse
is theirs, to redeem. His blood is theirs, to wash them whiter than
the whitest snow. His righteousness is theirs, to deck them in
beauties fit for the Father's admiring gaze. His sympathy is theirs,
that He may have a fellow-feeling in all their infirmities, and a brother's
pity in all their griefs. So, too, His present life is theirs, that
they may live forever. His intercession is theirs. Hence streams of
blessings ever flow. His advocacy is theirs. Hence pardons cease not:
and God's countenance is ever the meridian-sun of smiles.
Yet a little while, and He comes again. His return
is theirs, to receive them in glorified bodies unto Himself. His heavens
are theirs, that they may dwell in one home. His throne is theirs,
that they reign on one seat. His angels are theirs, as ministering
guards. His providences are theirs, always revolving around the pivot
of their welfare. His ministers are theirs, to call, to feed, to
build them up. His Scriptures are theirs, as a mirror, in which they
may see His work and learn His ways. His ordinances are theirs, as
nourishment and strength, as seals and pledges of His everlasting covenant.
Thus they live, that they may receive grace from Him. They die, that they
may receive glory in Him. They revive, that they may see all the perfections
of Jehovah, and feast upon all joys before Him.
Reader! strive to expand these hints. They tend to show
the blessedness of the "exceeding great reward" in Christ. But is it your
desire to have your portion in such happy state? Come, then, surrender all
for Christ. Make Him your own by faith. Lift up the gate of your heart, and
this King of Glory will come in. Abide in Him, and He will abide in you.
Give Him your confidence, and He will be to you this boundless recompense.
Can you think that He is less rich to bless now, than He was of old? Have
His rewards lost one grain of their immeasurable greatness? It cannot be.
Act the faith of Abraham, and you will hear as Abraham
heard, and find as Abraham found, "I am your exceeding great reward."
You will testify, as grateful Jacob did, "God has dealt graciously
with me, and I have enough," or rather, "I have all things." You will
experience with Moses, that the reproach of Christ is greater riches
than the treasures of kingdoms.
You will touch the chord of David's harp, and sound
aloud, "The Lord is the portion of my inheritance, and of my cup." Your
overflowing heart will testify, that the half was not told you! But
we need not go back to the early records of faith to show that Christ is
this "exceeding great reward." It is the one experience of all His servants.
Many are cottages, in which, while penury frowns, the godly inmate
smiles content, and sings the song of heaven over scanty fare. Many are the
reviled and the oppressed, in whose mouth is neither railing
nor complaint, but one meek utterance of praise. Many are the chambers of
languishing and pain, in which the very groans are melodies of
gratitude. Many are the beds of dying, in which death is abolished
and peace triumphs.
Faith can explain all this. It knows Him, who, by His
presence, makes all burdens light—all sorrows joy. It is the Lord. He dwells
there by faith. He is the "exceeding great reward." Faith, too, can take
wings and pierce the skies, and enter the home of the redeemed. What is that
scene? Multitudes upon multitudes, with robes of white, and crowns of
righteousness, and palms of victory, and songs of endless praise, follow the
Lamb wherever He goes. This is the recompense of Christ. He bought it all.
He gave it all. He prepared it all for them. He prepared them all for it. Is
He not an "exceeding great reward?" Can you now take the world instead of
Him? Look again. Read again. Think again. Holy Spirit! allow no one to put
these pages aside, until, by Your mighty power, Christ is established in the
heart, as the "exceeding great reward."