"After the Flood, Noah became a farmer and planted
a vineyard. One day he became drunk on some wine he had made and lay
naked in his tent." Genesis 9:20-21
How frightful is this spectacle! Man lies bereft of
reason--stripped of consciousness--impotent to think--powerless to
act--degraded lower than the level of the beasts--wallowing in the sink of
filthiness. Who is this man? Many feelings urge us to turn aside--to look
away--to close our eyes. The sight of sin cannot but distress. It is the
misery of earth, that it resounds with evil sounds, and presents vice at
every turn. But this scene meets us in the Bible-page. Therefore we must
pause and ponder. The Spirit cloaks not the dreadful fact. No screening
mantle hides. It is exposed to open light. Readers are bade to mark it. The
Beacon is divinely raised. It may not be ignored. The Church in every age
must fix on it a mourning eye.
This man is Noah. How lovely in his early record. Amid a
world of wickedness, he shone as a ray of purity. While earth seemed one
vast wilderness of sin, he bloomed a fragrant flower, and showed the
fruitful branches of a healthy tree. His first mention proclaims him as
beloved of God. "Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord." Genesis 6:8.
Distinguishing mercy enriched him with choice favor. His elevated conduct
proves this heavenly preference. It follows, "Noah was a just man, and
perfect in his generations, and Noah walked with God." Genesis 6:9. Analyze
this character. He is "just." Therefore faith reigned in his heart. It is a
foremost principle of truth, "The just shall live by faith." Noah is
entitled "just." Therefore he lived by faith. This grace is a fruitful tree.
It was so in Noah's case. He was sincere and upright amid the crooked of his
age. He strove against the downward stream. He took each step in holy
fellowship with God. He sought heavenly guidance. He leaned on heavenly
support. Thus he boldly trampled down sin. Thus he moved Zionward in the
narrow way of life.
When hearts are filled with truth, the lips cannot be
mute. Hence valiantly he preached. Earnestly he warned. Plainly he taught.
Faithfully he denounced sin. Regardless of reproach and ridicule, he
uplifted the Gospel-torch. He called the dead to rise and live. He told of
wrath just ready to descend--of judgment near--of the sure wages of
transgression--of all the terrors of avenging justice. He showed both by
type and word the only refuge.
This and much more flows fully forth, from his next
title, "Preacher of righteousness." 2 Pet. 2:5. While he thus lived and
labored, wondrous revelations cheered his soul. God visited this favored
child with intimations of the coming end. He was instructed to frame a
saving home. He believed and prepared the ark. When the set time had come,
what frightful marvels terrified his sight! He saw the falling deluge--the
panic of the doomed world--the misery of multitudes vainly battling with
death--the waters swelling over drowning crowds, He heard their agonizing
cries, until silence brooded over lifelessness. How would he tremble at the
fruit of sin! How would he bow in reverence before God rising to take
vengeance! But he saw and heard, realizing his own deliverance. While
others perished, he was preserved. While wrath slew masses, it spared him.
His humble heart would doubtless confess, 'By grace I am thus saved!' How
would his rapturous praise bless the Giver of such unmerited distinction.
How would his supplicating lips implore, that mercy's shield might ever
The time arrives for departure from the ark--he treads
again earth's solid pavement. He stands on the ground cleansed of its
defiling inhabitants. His gratitude again would burn in joyful blaze. His
heart's one pulse would throb with adoration. His lips would pour forth an
overflowing stream of warm thanksgiving. This is inscribed on his earliest
act. Before he rears a dwelling for himself, he builds an altar to the Lord.
The God of his grace--his mercies--his rescue--his salvation--merits and
receives his instant worship. On this altar he piles many victims. Each
represents the one sacrifice for sin. Each proves, that in lively faith he
looked to the atoning Lamb of God. Each tells, that he well knew and truly
loved the Gospel-hope.
How beauteous is this view of pious faith! Heaven always
smiles on faith. It was so then. It is so now. It shall be so, until all
faith's work be ended. God seems now to open wider the treasury of heaven,
that richer blessings may crown his servant. He constitutes him lord of the
earth, and of earth's fullness. And lest the fear should ever arise, that
falling showers might swell into another flood, he gives assurance of
security. He adds a brilliant witness in the skies. A rainbow of varied hues
spans the skies--a seal of the covenant of safety from watery ruin. "God
said unto Noah, This is the token of the covenant, which I have established
between me and all the creatures upon the earth." Genesis 9:17. Was ever man
so encircled with favors? Surely these golden chains will bind him to
unbroken walk with God.
Alas! the thought arises as a bright morn, soon to be
obscured with clouds. Noah was but man. Filled indeed he was with
copious streams of grace. But still he was but man. And the word is ever
true, "Verily every man at his best estate is altogether vanity." Ps. 39:5.
He now proceeds to cultivate the ground. The deed was
right. The labor was his duty. God does not call His servants to idleness or
ease--to folded arms, and slumbering sinews, and unemployed powers. Sloth is
the mother of all evil--the nurse of frightful crime. It must not sit down
in faith's household. Adam is placed in the garden "to dress it and to keep
it." Genesis 2:15. The Gospel-precept is, "My son, go work in my vineyard
to-day." "Not slothful in business," is the believer's rule. View Noah,
industrious in his vineyard, and frown not on commendable toil.
The earth made rich returns. The trees brought forth
abundantly. The luscious juice presented wine to renovate the strength and
to restore the worn-out frame. Here was precious blessing. Let thankfulness
receive, and moderation moderately use. Let the cup be sanctified with holy
But ah! this is a world of snares. To be beyond
temptation is to soar high above this earth. Beneath the flower the viper
lurks. The pathway is beside a precipice. The goblet may beguile. The use
may exceed bounds. In the deep draught there is poison. Overmuch brings
death. There is no mercy incapable of abuse. There is no privilege, which
may not be misused. The cheering wine may make a drunkard. The strengthening
bowl may hurl a saint from his high pinnacle. Could it be so with Noah? Fact
must be heard. The record cannot be erased. Noah "drank of the wine." Who
can blame this! God gave the wine as a legitimate support. But the misery is
here. "He drank of the wine and was drunken." Who will not sigh! Who can
restrain the pitying tear! Alas! that such a sin should foully stain so
great--so good a man! But it is so. His sun goes down behind this darksome
cloud. This miserable blot pollutes the beauty of his name. This vile
transgression soils his pure career. The day cannot be cancelled. The deed
cannot be recalled. Intoxication was incurred. Concealment cannot hide it.
The sin was done. Noah--the glory of the ancient world--the first fruits
unto God of the new world is dishonored, as the first drunkard. "He drank of
the wine and was drunken."
All sin is frightful in its nature--fearful in its
course--destructive in its outcome. The devil kindles it. God hates it.
Wrath pursues it. But where is the sin so pregnant with all evil as
drunkenness? Mark its effects upon its miserable victims. It puts out the
lamp of reason. It quenches the light of every faculty. It cripples every
power. It destroys each spark of consciousness. Behold the besotted man. His
eyes possess no more the property of clear perception. His ears receive not
the true sound. His feet refuse to lead him in straight paths. His tongue
gives vent--at best to folly--more frequently to blasphemy, and every
vileness. Ah! what a spectacle! No beast is so degraded. No fiend outside
hell's confines can be more foul. He lies contemptible below contempt. He is
a powerless victim open to all assaults. The walls are broken. The gates are
open. None guard the portals. All foes may enter in. There is no vigilance
to discern approaching destruction. There is no arm to ward it off.
Amnon lies murdered. Absalom's vindictive heart
arranged the scheme. Absalom's servants gave the deathful wound. But Amnon's
hands received the stupifying bowl, and thus laid bare his bosom for the
blow. "Absalom told his men, 'Wait until Amnon gets drunk; then at my
signal, kill him!'" 2 Samuel 13:28. He was smitten and he fell. His soul
awoke from drunkenness in realms where sleep can sleep no more.
Behold Israel's king Elah. He is in Tirzah, in the
house of his steward Arza. The feast is splendid. The goblets sparkle with
enticing wine. He sits high in the banquet, "drinking himself drunk." The
crowned drunkard is defenseless. Zimri enters and spares him not. He falls
into the grave of drunkenness. He goes hence to meet a drunkard's doom. 1
Benhadad, king of Syria, invades Israel. Mighty is
his army. Victory seems near. Who can resist the overwhelming troop! But the
'God of battle' leads on His people. Israel's little company advances
against the invading host. Now mark the state of the insulting Syrian. "Benhadad
was drinking himself drunk in the pavilions--he and the kings--the
thirty-two kings, that helped him." Thus their power was gone. Vain the
sword--the spear--the horse. A drunkard cannot use his own resources. So the
Syrians are destroyed with a great slaughter. Drunkenness strips them of
their power, and renders them an easy prey--1 Kings 20:16.
Who has not pondered Belshazzar's evil end! The
Babylonian monarch "made a great feast to a thousand of his lords, and drank
wine before the thousand." "While he drank the wine," he rushed into
enormous sacrilege. He called for the consecrated vessels of God's
temple. They drank wine from the holy bowls. In mad idolatry they
praised the gods of gold and silver--of brass--of iron--of wood--and of
stone. But now what terrors seize the besotted monarch and his guilty
guests! The Lord from heaven by a fearful miracle announced the kingdom
ruined, and the king rejected. "And in that night was Belshazzar, king of
the Chaldeans, slain." Dan. 5:30. Thus drunkenness uproots kingdoms, and
Ahasuerus stands forth guilty of childish folly. When
did this silliness occur? Was not excess in wine the moving cause? It is
recorded, "When the heart of the king was merry with wine," he gave the
indecent order--Esther 1:10.
Who has not mourned the holy Baptist's cruel murder? But
what brings in this dreadful crime? Herod on his birthday made a
supper for his lords, high captains, and chief rulers of Galilee. Reason was
extinguished by the exciting revelry. The oath was rashly sworn. The savage
order was sent forth. The Baptist lies a mangled corpse. His head is placed
upon the platter--a fit dish for such a feast! Oh! wine, what have you done?
"Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging." Prov. 20:1.
But drunkenness pollutes not only the high halls. It is
not restricted to royal robes and golden bowls. It is not
limited to station, climate, or place. It spares not humble dwellings. It
cruelly invades the village--the hamlet--the rural lanes--the crowded
alleys. But wherever it appears, it comes a heartless and destructive pest.
Unhappiness in every form attends its steps. Sickness, and withered frames,
and early death are its sure fruits.
Whoever would contemplate wretchedness--let him mark the
wretched drunkard. Whoever would see misery--let him enter the drunkard's
home. Whose are the trembling limbs--the feverish pulse--the aching
head--the restless mind--the gnawing remorse--the hardened heart--the
reckless disregard of reputation--the stifling of conscience? These woes are
the drunkard's lot. He is unhappy, and the cup is his relief. He drinks
again to lull remorse. He awakens to deeper sorrow, and to drink the more.
The more he drinks, the more he thirsts. Disease soon shows its face. The
bodily and mental powers fade. Trembling imbecility follows. So the drunkard
goes downhill to a drunkard's grave.
Whose is that wretched home? Poverty and filth have the
possession. Neglect and squalidness occupy it as their own. The wife,
unaided and downcast, with weeping eye and broken heart, sees hopeless
poverty. The children, famished--naked--untaught--proclaim the shameless
father's hardened heart. The wages, needful to sustain them, supplies the
parent's poison. This is a drunkard's home.
It may be that some drunkard's eye reads this. If so,
most mighty Spirit, make this entreaty mighty for his rescue! Friend, stop.
Cast down the murdering cup. Taste not another drop. Touch not. It is sure
ruin. Enter no more the haunts of sure destruction. To stop may be recovery
of health--of name--of character--of happiness--of competence--of peace. To
advance is recklessly to dig your early grave; and, what is worse, to fasten
endless torment on your soul. Friend, stop. The devil strives to lead you
on. He has succeeded hitherto. But he cannot compel you. Resist, while yet
you may. Withstand your cruel foe. Friend, stop. The holy Savior yet may
save you. His glorious prerogative is to receive sinners. He never casts the
coming suppliant out. Your sins are frightful. But He can pardon all. Your
heart is hard. But He can soften it. You are in fearful case. But He can
snatch you as a brand from the burning. Renounce your vice--resolutely--at
once. Turn, and you may be rescued from sin--from hell. Turn, and you yet
may enter heaven.
But drunkenness assumes a darker phase, as linked with
Noah. An aged--a long-tried--an experienced saint is entrapped in this
snare. No warning can be louder. It speaks with trumpet-tongue. We learn,
that no advance in grace can raise above the devil's far-extending arm. No
lengthened walk with God mounts to a path above his reach. Holiness of many
years screens not from Satan's assaults. While flesh is the tabernacle,
there is danger. While earth is the home, it will be haunted by this
untiring foe. There is no moment when the watch-tower may be left. The
constant attitude must be the bended knee. The arm must ever wield the sword
of the Spirit, which is the eternal Word. The shield may not be laid aside.
Believer, open your eyes widely to your real position.
Bright indeed are your hopes. The Lord, who bought you, watches you with
unfailing love. The angels are your guards. The Spirit is your teacher. The
Word is your text-book. Heaven is your final home. Your eternity is glory.
You will not fail finally. "He who has begun a good work in you, will
perform it until the day of Jesus Christ." Phil. 1:6. Your God will perfect
that which concerns your soul. But still Satan never ceases to hate and
tempt. Draw then nearer and nearer to the sheltering side of your beloved
Lord. Let your eyes ever gaze upon the cross. The more you see redeeming
blood, the more you will abhor iniquity. Trust not, however, to previous
grace. It was sufficient for its day. But each day needs its own supply.
This help is ready. The treasury is open. Approach by faith. Go in by
prayer. Receive heaven's bounty. Seek, also, in all things to be conformed
to Jesus' image. He was "holy--harmless--undefiled--separate from sinners."
Heb. 7:26. Above all, feast on the precious promises--so will you cleanse
yourself "from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness
in the fear of God." 2 Cor. 7:1.
But still remember, that each day is full of peril.
Therefore never cease to watch. Do not forget, that in one unguarded moment
a terrible downfall may occur. Think, also, that one false step brings
terrible disgrace on your good reputation, and causes hell to laugh, and all
the enemies of God to revel in blaspheming sneers. Your sin may ruin
multitudes. Therefore, for your soul's sake--as you love Jesus--as you
desire the progress of His truth--as you would cause the Gospel to be
honored, be very careful--abstain from evil's contact--let your light shine