Part 6 (1/2)

And joy without a fear and smile without a tear, And work, nor care, nor rest, and find the last the best.

--_Maltbie D. Babc.o.c.k_

”=_Thy Rod and Thy Staff They Comfort Me_=”

The rod is a protection from all the adversaries of the night. No enemy, not even the last enemy, death, can affright the soul in the care of the tender Shepherd, for He has extracted the sting from death. The staff is used for counting the sheep as they pa.s.s one by one into the fold. This action is sometimes called ”pa.s.sing under the rod.” The language used here indicates safety and security.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight and tears on bitterness.

Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

--_Henry F. Lyte_

Christ hath _abolished_ death and brought life and immortality to light.

The word ”abolished” is a very strong one in the Greek. It has three root letters, a, r and g. Then the preposition _kata_ is added to it, thus making our English word ”energy” which means ”a working force.”

Then, in a way known to Greek students, the preposition gives the word, as it were, the force of a double negative. So the Apostle teaches us that Christ, when He came into the world and died on the cross, did something with death. He double-twisted it, He de-vitalized it, double-negatived it, made it inoperative, rendered it powerless, so that ever afterwards it would be unable to hurt the children of G.o.d.

I do not know very much about bees except, of course, that they sting. I am told, however, that when a bee stings you it leaves its sting in the wound and goes away to die. A little child may play with the bee after it has stung a person without any harm coming to the child. The bee has lost its power to hurt. So we are told that the sting of death is sin.

Death stung Christ on the cross and left its sting in Him, so that ever after it could not hurt the children of G.o.d. He is ”Death of death and h.e.l.l's destruction.”

Christ, the Great Shepherd, will be there at the entrance of the valley to meet you and lead you through. He will beat off all the powers of death. He will destroy all the enemies of darkness and convey you safely through the valley into the Homeland. He holds the keys of death and the grave. How helpless a thing a sheep is! How much in need of a defender it is! It seems as though almost any other animal can defend itself. A dog will fight when attacked. A sheep stands helpless in the presence of its opponent. Christ, the Good Shepherd, will protect to the last.

The comforting thoughts of this verse must certainly take the sting out of death to those who grasp the great truths taught here. It surely abolishes death and illumines immortality.

No one need fear death with such thoughts as these before him. The Apostle Paul a.s.serts that every believer in Christ has ”a cheerful view of death,” and desires rather ”to be absent from the body and at home with the Lord” than to remain here upon the earth.

Go to thy grave, not as the slave scourged to his dungeon, or the dog whipped to his kennel, but as the prince wraps around him the drapery of his couch and lies down to pleasant dreams. The conscious companions.h.i.+p of the Christ will remove thy fears. With what alacrity, courage and fearlessness doth he walk the highway whose heart is honest and whose conscience doth not convict him of the violation of his country's laws!

How different with the criminal! How full of fear and apprehension!

Abide with me! fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens--Lord, with me abide!

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pa.s.s away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou who changest not, abide with me!

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.

Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me!

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; s.h.i.+ne through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!

--_Henry F. Lyte_

CHAPTER FIVE