Then the Lord said to Abraham, "Why did Sarah laugh?"
The scene is in the plains of Mamre. The time is when the
midday heat is vehement. The patriarch, now fast descending in the valley of
years, is seated in the tent-door. Doubtless his thoughts now intermix with
heaven. How blessed are such seasons! The happiest hours are spent in
converse with the unseen world! How bright would earth be, if the mind
soared more frequently to things above! A gracious eye is watching him. A
heavenly friend ponders his heart's meditations. He, who was near to
Nathanael beneath the fig-tree's shade, now reads Abraham's musings. There
is no solitude which God surveys not. There is no wayside prayer unheard.
The songs in Philippi's jail fly upwards. The rapture in Patmos is marked.
No lonely aspiration is unheeded.
Abraham lifts up his eyes. Three strangers approach. The
mystic number is not without meaning. Its frequent occurrence in the sacred
page has sure design. God's every arrangement is offspring of Divine intent.
There is no random word, where all is spoken by celestial lips. Faith knows
this well, and ever ponders--ever learns.
Hence in this selected number we see the emblem of our
Triune God. Grand thought! The holy--blessed--glorious Trinity, three
persons in One God, is the God of our salvation. Let us devoutly heed each
symbol. Let us rejoice and reverently adore.
In this mystic band one form claims notice. The Eternal
Word in human guise visits His servant. Before the time of incarnation, His
delights are with the sons of men. He appears to Moses in the burning bush.
He cheers Joshua as the captain of the Lord's hosts. He struggles with the
wrestling Jacob. He brings tidings to Manoah and his wife. He walks with
Israel's captives in the midst of the burning furnace. Nebuchadnezzar is
awe-struck. He exclaims--Lo! I see four men loose, walking in the midst of
the fire, and they have no hurt--and the form of the fourth is like the Son
of God." Dan. 3:25. Abraham knows his visitors, and reverently bows.
Let us not advance without the true thought, that Christ
abounds throughout our Bible. The Book is emphatically "the Word of Christ."
His image would be more discerned, if cold unbelief weaved not so many
veils. Many doubt too much. How few believe enough! Abraham with reverential
joy urges the guests to tarry. As they condescend to tread this earth, so he
requests that they will take food, as earthly pilgrims. Who ever prayed in
vain for the Lord's presence? He stood still, when Bartimeus called. He
stops now, when the patriarch invites. Reader! your heart, also, might be
His perpetual seat.
With eager haste all hospitality is prepared. The welcome
is not unrewarded. The former promise is renewed. The tidings--so early
given, but in performance so long delayed--again delight his ears. "I will
certainly return to you according to the time of life, and lo! Sarah your
wife shall have a son." Genesis 18:10. The gracious word could not be
recalled. In heaven's courts there is "no variableness, nor shadow of
turning." Lapse of years may seemingly raise difficulties, but the event
shall be. "Sarah your wife shall have a son."
The words reach Sarah's ears. She stood behind in the
tent-door. How glad their message! "She shall have a son." How grand the
far-extending blessing! "She shall be a mother of nations, kings shall come
from her." Genesis 17:16. One from the courts of heaven now seals the
pledge. Surely her heart will break with joy! Her happiness will surpass
bounds. Her mouth will be quick to sing, "My soul does magnify the Lord, and
my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior." Luke 1:46, 47.
Alas! how different is the fact! She laughed within
herself. This laugh is not the exuberant delight of Abraham, when he first
heard this truth. It is the scornful sneer of unbelief. Its language says,
it cannot be. It is impossible. The course of nature forbids. I am old. My
husband is old. The very thought is folly.
Thus Sarah laughed. Who will not blame her, for the sin
is deep? Who will not check surprise, for the sin is common?
Reader! analyze the sin, and mark its dark ingredients.
All skeptic doubts are full of vain conceit. Vain man assumes more than
Divine prerogative. In pride he sits as judge of what God can perform. He is
bold to call God's attributes to his puny bar. He sets boundaries to
superhuman power. He confines God's wisdom to the limits of his own notions.
What is so silly as man's so-called reason! It is a created quality, and
still it vaunts itself as higher far than the Creator. It owes its being to
sovereign will, and yet it plumes itself as mightier than its originating
cause. Its every power is a gift, and still it claims to be far wiser than
the giver. Its faculties arise--expand--increase--decay--just as God wills;
and still it struts haughtily, as if independence were its attribute.
It mainly assails the truth and power of God. Thus it
showed hideous features in Moses. Though so long experienced in the school
of miracles, he says, "You have said, I will give them flesh, that they may
eat a whole month. Shall the flocks and herds be slain for them to suffice
them? or shall all the fish of the sea be gathered together for them to
suffice them?" Here is the sneer of unbelief! Here is a skeptic taunt! The
Lord's reply shatters such silliness."Is there any limit to my power? Now
you will see whether or not my word comes true!" Numbers 11:23. Oh! that the
sons of men would deeply ponder the wise sayings of the Spirit, "Who has
directed the Spirit of the Lord, or being His counselor, has taught Him?"
Is. 40:13. "Have you not known, have you not heard, that the everlasting
God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, faints not, neither is
weary? There is no searching of His understanding." Is. 40:28.
Reader! settle in your mind the truth, that God is
all-wise--all-true--almighty. The heart thus stored cannot nurse unbelief.
The ground is then preoccupied. There is no place where doubt can rest.
Their the only question is, "Has God spoken?" If so, the end must be
according to the word. Be persuaded, that all Scripture is given by
inspiration of God, then perplexities are gone. We may not see the time or
manner of performance. Attending circumstances may be hidden, but we well
know, As it is written, so it shall be.
Now, the admonition of the Lord exposes the weak ground
of unbelief, "Why did Sarah laugh?" What cause can justify the jeer? When
was it known that trifling sayings were uttered by me? Was any word not
thoroughly fulfilled? Did any promise ever fail? Cannot every child of God
testify with the dying Joshua, "Behold this day I am going the way of all
the earth; and you know in all your hearts and in all your souls that not
one thing has failed of all the good things which the Lord your God spoke
concerning you--all are come to pass unto you, and not one thing has failed
thereof." Josh. 23:14. Let the believer bring forth the catalogue of
promises. It is a sparkling chain, in which each jewel is from the treasury
of heaven. It is exceeding long--what mind can count the precious links!
They belong to many circumstances and many days. They pledge countless
victories over many trials and many foes. But when the end arrives, the
testimony is firm; not one ever failed. All were firm as the everlasting
hills. All were true as the Speaker, who is Truth.
Why then do scoffers laugh? Where is excuse for such
irrational distrust? If one vessel had suffered shipwreck in this wide sea
of predictions--if one voyager had failed to reach the promised haven--if
one instance could be adduced, in which God spoke and accomplishment came
not--if there had been one eclipse of the glorious luminary of Divine
announcements--then incredulity would have a resting-place, and the laugher
might reply, "For this cause do I laugh."
But no such plea was ever found. God's Word has had long
trial. It has been roughly dragged before many a prejudiced tribunal. Judges
have sat pre-determined to condemn. Advocates have used prodigious talent to
beguile. The jury have been ready to put darkness for light. But all in
vain. God's every word has raised a triumphant head above submerging seas.
It has stood as a rock lashed by the mighty waves of many thousand years.
But the tempest's fury only consolidated. And so it ever must be. He who
utters is eternal truth. Therefore fallibility can have no place. The
Speaker wields the Scepter of Omnipotence. Therefore to accomplish is
as easy as to say.
Why then do scoffers laugh? O my soul, stand far apart
from such profanity. Clasp to your heart of hearts the comforting assurance,
that nothing in all the treasury of the Word can fail. Delight in the
countless promises. They are the rich inheritance of faith. Ponder them
well. They are adapted for all circumstances of prosperity or woe. They are
a pillow for the aching head--a staff for the pilgrim's march--a shield
against the tempter's every dart--a light in every hour of gloom. Drink deep
their cordial cup, and be persuaded, God will do what God has said.
Sarah laughed. But was this sin unseen--unnoticed? It is
true no human eye was resting on her. She stood in the tent-door. She faced
not the heavenly visitant. His back was towards her. But from His gaze no
tent could hide--no darkness screen. Every movement of her mind--every
rising doubt--every ridiculing sneer was read, as are the pages of an open
When will the perversity of man justly weigh Omniscience?
"Our secret sins are ever in the light of His countenance." Ps. 90:8. Man
may dig deep, but he cannot hide. He may plan secrecy. He may weave dark
veils. But there is no cover from the all-pervading eye. Darkness is light
to Him, with whom we have to do. The secret chamber and the public mart are
The solemn remonstrance speaks, "Why did Sarah laugh?"
and then the grand inquiry follows, "Is anything too hard for the Lord?"
Impossibility has reference to restricted power. It touches not Omnipotence.
Space is unknown to infinity. Time bounds not eternity. No strength retains
Fear seizes Sarah, when detection came. Bold in
concealment, she trembles when unveiled. Proud scoffers imagine that they
are unknown. It is a fond dream. The day is near, which will reveal their
every sneer. The great white throne will drag all secrets from their flimsy
refuge. And then terrors will grasp them with iron grasp. They must meet Him
in fear, whom they feared not to scorn.
Sarah quails and denies. Thus sin is seldom single. It is
a root producing many stalks. It is a river parting into many streams.
Scoffs lead to lies. But no lie can undo the deed. Truth instantly confronts
her, "No, but you did laugh."
Sinner, shun each sin. Avoid its adhering stain. It is a
bloodhound, which will hunt you down. Conscious that your sins are many,
heinous, and of crimson dye, take each--take all in penitence and faith to
the one cleansing fountain. And when you hear, "No, but you did," be ready
to confess–"I did; but Jesus died." This is the only hope. At the cross is
the only smile of pardon. Faith meekly pleading there obtains remission of
all guilt--even the vile guilt of 'unbelieving scoffs'.