Part 2 (1/2)
--_Cecil F. Alexander_
Lie down we _must_. The text says, ”He _maketh_ me to lie down.” The word ”maketh” is the Hebrew causative and indicates forcible, compelling action. Our Great Shepherd knows that amid the activity, the stress, the strain and the restlessness of our lives it is absolutely necessary for us to take periods of quiet and rest, without which it will be impossible for us to continue in the way of righteousness. Have you so much to do that you do not have time to ”lie down”? Then the gracious Shepherd will see to it that you have less to do. He would _make_ you lie down. The overworked watchspring snaps. There must be pauses and parentheses in all our lives.
We make much today of _active_ Christianity. We lay emphasis on the _activities_ of Church work. Pragmatism is more than quietism to us. We must ”bring things to pa.s.s,” and ”deliver the goods.” This is all very well in its place, but we fear that the strength of our activities is not very deeply rooted. We shall be able to bear fruit upward and outward only as the roots of our spiritual life grow downward and deep.
The secret springs of our lives must be well cared for.
One day we read in the daily newspaper of some leading man in the community who had fallen and brought discredit on the cause of Christ.
This unfaithful one was described as having been ”an active member of the church.” Yes, that was the trouble. He was too active; he was not pa.s.sive enough. He had omitted to ”lie down” and feed in ”green pastures” and drink by the ”still waters” of G.o.d's Word and by prayer.
A friend tells us that while in the Orient he visited a Syrian shepherd.
He observed that every morning the shepherd carried food to the sheepfold. On inquiry he found that he was taking it to a sick sheep.
The next morning the friend accompanied the shepherd and saw in the sheepfold a sheep with a broken leg. The friend asked the shepherd how the accident happened. Was it struck by a stone? Did it fall into a hole? Did a dog bite it? How was the limb injured? The shepherd replied, ”No, I broke it myself.”
In amazement the friend replied, ”What, you broke it! Why did you do that?”
The shepherd then told him how wayward this sheep had been, how it had led others astray, and how difficult it had been to come near it. It was necessary that something should be done to preserve the life of this particular member of the flock, and also to prevent it from leading other sheep astray. The shepherd therefore broke its leg and reset it.
This breakage necessitated the sheep's _lying down_ for a week or more.
During that time it was compelled to take food from the hand of the shepherd. Thus had the compulsion of lying down cured the wandering and wayward disposition of the sheep.
It is said that when a sheep will not follow the shepherd he takes up the lamb in his arms--and then the mother follows.
So it sometimes happens with the children of G.o.d. Our Great Shepherd has to lay us aside, put us on our backs, perhaps, for a while in order that we may look up into His face and learn needed lessons. A little girl lay dying. She looked up into the face of her father, who years before had been a very active church worker, but on account of business prosperity had drifted away from Christian moorings, and said, ”Papa, if you were as good as you used to be, do you think I would have to die?” G.o.d was _making_ this man to ”lie down,” do you see?
A deacon in a Baptist church told me this story. When first married, he and his wife observed family prayers every day. This wors.h.i.+pful spirit continued for some years after their first child was born; then gradually the father became so engrossed in business that the family altar, Bible reading and prayer were gradually neglected and finally altogether dispensed with. One day, on coming home from the office, the deacon found his nine-year-old girl very ill with a fever. For weeks they watched over her, but finally the angel of death took her home. As the deacon told me this story, the tears filling his eyes, he said, ”Then I knew that my daughter had been taken for my sake and that G.o.d was _making_ me to 'lie down.' From that day until this, which is over a quarter of a century, the family altar has been maintained in our home.”
Mother, in that sweetest of all hours to a mother, the last hour of the day when the child is being put to sleep, when the last thing its eyes rest upon is the face of the mother, does its last vision rest on a mother who has taught it to pray, to love Jesus? It would be infinitely better that the heavenly Father take that little child to be with Himself than that it should go out into the world from a G.o.dless, Christless, prayerless home.
Fathers and mothers, are we taking time to ”lie down,” to be alone with G.o.d in prayer and the reading of His Word? Has the family altar in your home been neglected? What are you waiting for? Do you want G.o.d to come and lay His hand upon some precious one in your family circle to take to be with Himself? Would you then take time to ”lie down”?
It is said that when a sheep is wayward and will not cross the brook, the shepherd finds that by taking the little lamb from it and carrying it across, the mother sheep will at once follow, rus.h.i.+ng over the stream. Fathers and mothers, are you waiting for G.o.d to do this? Our fathers and mothers used to have the family altar. They took time to read the Bible and pray with their children. What kind of age will the next be if we neglect these religious privileges? It may be that our parents were not the scholars that some of their children are, but I think we may safely say that they were the saints that we never will be until we ”lie down” in the green pastures and quiet waters of G.o.d's Word and prayer as they did.
Christian workers especially need to learn the lesson of ”lying down,”
We are restless; we fume and worry and fret because we are tired and hungry. We do not take time to ”lie down.” Strange, is it not, that we will do almost anything but lie down? We will walk, run, climb, sing, preach, teach--do anything but ”lie down.” Let us not forget that the secret of power lies in being alone with G.o.d. Christ _drew_ the mult.i.tudes to Him because He _withdrew_ from them at times. The drawing preacher is the withdrawing man. Significant are the words of Jesus to His _active_ disciples: ”Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest a while.”
Resting in the pastures and beneath the Rock, Resting by the waters where He leads His flock, Resting, while we listen, at His glorious feet, Resting in His very arms! O rest complete!
--_Frances Ridley Havergal_
These seasons of lying down are periods of renewal of strength for duty, not for indolence or mere ecstasy. By thus feeding in the green pastures and drinking by the still waters, we are strengthened in order that we may walk in the paths of righteousness. We eat and drink for strength, not for drunkenness. One may lie in a bath so long that his strength is exhausted thereby, or he may take a good plunge in the morning which will be a source of exhilaration to him throughout the day. These times of ”lying down” may be likened to the plunge. We must not be mere recluses or visionaries. Our ”lying down” must fit us for ”walking.” If our private communion with G.o.d does not fit us for Christian activity in our daily avocation, distrust it. We cannot keep the rapture of devotion if we neglect duty of service. Life must not be all contemplation any more than it must not be all activity. We will not need to speak of these times of lying down, nor advertise that we have seasons of quiet communion, of ecstasy and vision; but the result thereof will be clearly apparent in our lives as we walk in the path of righteousness, and in the joyful a.s.surance of soul when we are called upon to pa.s.s through the valley of the shadow.
Would that we knew how much depended, both for ourselves and others, on these seasons of retirement for meditation and prayer! What a blessing it would be to us! What a benediction to others!
Lord, what a change within us one short hour Spent in Thy presence will prevail to make; What heavy burdens from our bosoms take; What parched grounds refresh as with a shower!
We kneel, and all around us seem to lower; We rise, and all the distant and the near Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear; We kneel, how weak! We rise, how full of power!