CHAPTER 10 OF UNSPOKE AND CEREMONS. THE VOICE OF JOBE. By George MacDonald. O, that thou wouldst hide me in the grave, that thou wouldst keep me a secret until thy wrath be passed, that thou wouldst appoint me a set time and remember me. If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come. Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee. Thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands. CHAPTER 13 VERSUS 13 THROUGH 15. The book of Job seems to me the most daring of poems. From a position of the most advantageless realism, it assaults the very citadel of the ideal. Its hero is a man seated among the ashes, covered with loathsome boils from head to foot, scraping himself with the pot-shirt. Sore in body, sore in mind, sore in heart, sore in spirit. He is the instance type of humanity in the depths of its misery, all the waves and billows of a world of adverse circumstance rolling free over its head. I would not be supposed to use the word humanity, either in the abstract or of the mass concrete. I mean the humanity of the individual, endlessly repeated. Job, I say, is the human being. A center to the sickening assaults of pain, the ghastly invasions of fear. These, one time or another, I presume, threaten to overwhelm every man, reveal him to himself as enslaved to the external, and stir him up to find some way out into the infinite, where alone he can rejoice in the liberty that belongs to his nature. Seated in the heart of a leaden despair, Job cries aloud to the might unseen, scarce known, which yet he regards as the god of his life. But no more that of a slave is his cry than the defiance of Prometheus hurled at Jupiter from his rock. He is more overwhelmed than the titan, for he is in infinite perplexity as well as pain. But no more than in that of Prometheus is there a trace of the cowardly in his cry. Before the judge he asserts his innocence and will not grovel, knowing indeed that to bear himself so would be to insult the holy, he feels he has not deserved such suffering, and will neither tell nor listen to lies for God. Prometheus is more stoneily patient than Job. Job is nothing of a stoic, but bemoans himself like a child, a brave child who seems to himself to suffer wrong, and recoils with horror struck bewilderment from the unreason of the thing. Prometheus has to do with a tyrant whom he despises, before whom therefore he endures with unbewailing unsubmission, upheld by the consciousness that he is fighting the battle of humanity against an all but all powerful selfishness. Endurance is the only availing weapon against him, and he will endure to the ever delayed end. Job, on the other hand, is the more troubled, because it is he who is at the head and the heart who is the beginning and the end of things that has laid his hand upon Job with such a heavy torture that Job takes his flesh in his teeth for pain. Job cannot, will not believe God a tyrant, but while he pleads against his dealing with himself, loves God, and looks to him as the source of life, the power and gladness of being. He dares not think God unjust, but not therefore can he allow that he has done anything to merit the treatment he is receiving at God's hands. Hence, he is of necessity in profoundest perplexity, for how can the two things be reconciled? The thought has not yet come to him that that which it would be unfair to lay upon him as punishment may yet be laid upon him as favor by a love supreme which would give him blessing beyond all possible prayer, blessing he would not dare to ask if he saw the means necessary to its giving, but blessing for which, once known and understood, he would be willing to endure yet again all that he had undergone. Nor is he sorely divided in himself. While he must not think God as having mistaken him, the discrepancy that looks like mistake forces itself upon him through every channel of thought and feeling. He had no wise relaxed his endeavor after a godly life, yet is the hand of the God he had acknowledged in all his ways uplifted against him as rarely against any transgressor. Poor against him alone, for his sons and daughters have been swept away like a generation of vipers. The possessions which made him the greatest of all the men of the East have been taken from him by fire and wind and the hand of the enemy. He is poor as the poorest, diseased as the vilest, bereft of children which were his pride and his strength. The worst of all with which fear could have dismayed him is come upon him and worse now than all death is denied him. His prayer that as he came naked from the womb so he may return naked and sore to the bosom of the earth is not heard. He is left to linger in self loathing, to encounter at every turn of agonized thought the awful suggestion that God has cast him off. He does not deny that there is evil in him, for dost thou open thine eyes upon such and one, he pleads, and bringest me into judgment with thee? But he does deny that he has been a wicked man, a doer of the thing he knew to be evil. He does deny that there is any guile in him, and who, because he knows and laments the guile in himself, will dare deny that there was once a Nathaniel in the world. Had Job been Calvinist or Lutheran, the book of Job would have been very different. His perplexity would have been how God being just could require of a man more than he could do, and punish him as if his sin were that of a perfect being who chose to do the evil of which he knew all the enormity. For me I will call no one master but Christ, and from him I learn that his quarrel with us is that we will not do what we know, will not come to him that we may have life. How endlessly more powerful with men would be the expostulation grounded not on what they have done, but on what men will not do. Job's childlike judgment of God had never been vitiated and perverted to the dishonoring of the great Father, by any taint of such low theories as, alas, we must call the popular. Explanations of God's ways by such as did not understand him. They are acceptable to such as do not care to know him, such as are content to stand afar off and stare at the cloud whence issue the thunders and the voices, but a burden threatening to sink them to Tophit, a burden grievous to be born to such as would arise and go to the Father. The contradiction between Job's idea of the justice of God and the things which had befallen him is constantly haunting him. It has a sting in it far worse than all the other misery with which he is tormented, but it is not fixed in the hopelessness of hell by an accepted explanation more frightful than itself. Let the world Sphinx put as many riddles as she will. She can devour no man while he waits an answer from the world redeemer. Job refused the explanation of his friends, because he knew it false, to have accepted such as would by many in the present day be given him would have been to be devoured at once of the monster. He simply holds on to the skirt of God's garment, besieges his door, keeps putting his questions again and again, ever haunting the one source of true answer and reconciliation. No answer will do for him, but the answer that God only can give. For who but God can justify God's ways to his creature? From a soul whose very consciousness is contradiction, we must not look for logic. Misery is rarely logical. It is itself a discord. Yet is it nothing less than natural that, feeling as if God wronged him, Job should yet be ever yearning after a sight of God, straining into his presence, longing to stand face to face with him. He would confront the one. He is convinced, or at least cherishes as is one hope, the idea that if he could but get God to listen to him, if he might but lay his case clear before him, God would not fail to see how the thing was and would explain the matter to him, would certainly give him peace. The man in the ashes would know that the foundations of the world yet stand sure, that God has not closed his eyes or whore of all whores cease to be just. Therefore would he order his words before him and hear what God had to say. Surely the just would set the mind of his justice loving creature at rest. His friends, good men, religious men, but of the Pharisaic type that is, men who would pay their courts to God instead of coming into his presence as children, men with traditional theories, which have served their poor turn, satisfied their feeble intellectual demands, they think others therefore must accept or perish, men anxious to appease God rather than trust in him, men who would rather receive salvation from God than God their salvation. These his friends would persuade Job to the confession that he was a hypocrite, insisting that such things could not have come upon him but because of wickedness, as if they knew of none open, it must be for some secret vileness. They grow angry with him when he refuses to be persuaded against his knowledge of himself. They insist on his hypocrisy, he on his righteousness. Nor may we forget that herein lies not any overweening on the part of Job, for the poem prepares us for the right understanding of the man by telling us in the prologue that God said to us to the accuser of men, hast thou considered my servant Job? That there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God and ashoeth evil? God gives Job into Satan's hand with confidence in the result, and at the end of the trial approves of what God said concerning himself. But the very appearance of God is enough to make Job turn against himself. Job's part was to have trusted God altogether, in spite of every appearance, in spite of every reality. Job will justify himself no more. He sees that though God has not been punishing him for his sins, yet is he far from what he ought to be and must become. Behold, he says, I am vile. What shall I answer thee? I will lay mine hand upon my mouth. But let us look a little closer at Job's way of thinking and speaking about God and his manner of addressing him, so different from the Pharisee in all ages and none more than in our own. Waxing indignant at the idea that his nature required such treatment? Am I a sea or a well? He cries out. That thou setest to watch over me? Thou knowest that I am not wicked. Thou setest a print upon the heels of my feet. That the way I have gone may be known by my footprints. To his friends, he cries. Will ye speak wickedly for God and talk deceitfully for him? Do you not know that I am the man that I say? Will ye accept his person, siding with him against me? Will ye contend for God? Be special pleaders for him, his partisans. Is it good that he should search you out, or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him, saying what you do not think? He will surely reprove you if you do secretly accept persons, even the person of God himself. Such words are pleasing in the ear of the father of spirits. He is not a God to accept the flattery which declares him above obligation to his creatures. A God to demand of them a righteousness different from his own. A God to deal ungenerously with his poverty-stricken children.  Job is confident of receiving justice. There is a strange but most natural conflict of feeling in him. His faith is, in truth, profound, yet is he always complaining. It is but the form his faith takes in his trouble. Even while he declares the hardness and unfitness of the use that he is receiving, he yet seems assured that, to get things set right, all he needs is admission to the presence of God, an interview with the Most High. To be heard must be to have justice. He uses language which, used by any living man, would horrify the religious of the present day in proportion to the lack of truth in them, just as it horrified his three friends, the honest Pharisees of the time, whose religion was doctrine and rebuke. God speaks not a word of rebuke to Job for the freedom of his speech. He has always been seeking such as Job to worship him. It is those who know only and respect the outsides of religion, such as never speak or think of God but as the Almighty or Providence, who will save the man who would go up close to God and speak to him out of the deepest in the nature he has made. He is irreverent, to utter the name of God in the drama highest of human arts, is with such men blasphemy. They pay courts to God, not love him. They treat him as one far away, not as the one whose bosom is the only home. They accept God's person, shall not his excellency another thing quite than that you admire. Make you afraid? Shall not his dread another thing quite than that to which you show your pagan respect? Fall upon you? In the desolation of this man, the truth of God seems to him yet more plainly than hitherto the one thing that holds together the world which by the word of his mouth came first into being.  Like a child escaping from the dogs of the street, he flings the door to the wall and rushes nor looks behind him to seek the presence of the living one. Bearing with him the burden of his death he cries, Look what thou has laid upon me! Shall mortal man, the helpless creature thou hast made, bear cross like this? He would cast his load at the feet of his maker. God is the God of comfort, known of men as the refuge, the life giver, or not known at all. But alas, he cannot come to him. Nowhere can he see his face. God has hid himself from him. Oh, that I knew where I might find him. That I might come even to his seat. I would order my cause before him and fill my mouth with arguments. I would know the words which he would answer me and understand what he would say unto me. Will he plead against me with his great power? No, but he would would strengthen me. There the righteous might dispute with him. So should I be delivered forever from my judge? Behold, I go forward, but he is not there, and backward, but I cannot perceive him on the left hand where he did work, but I cannot behold him. He hideth himself on the right hand that I cannot see him. But he knoweth the way that I take. When he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold. He cannot find him. Yet is he in God's presence all the time? And his words enter into the ear of God his Savior. The grandeur of the poem is that Joe pleads his cause with God against all the remonstrance of religious authority, recognizing no one but God and justified therein. And the grandest of all is this, that he implies, if he does not actually say, that God owes something to his creature. This is the beginning of the greatest discovery of all, that God owes himself to the creature he has made in his image. For so he has made him incapable of living without him. This, his creature's highest claim upon him, is his divinest gift to them. For the fulfilling of this their claim, he has sent his son, that he may himself, the father of him and of us, follow into our hearts.  Are not we the clay and he the potter? How can the clay claim from the potter? We are the clay it is true, but his clay, but spiritual clay, live clay with needs and desires and rights. We are clay, but clay worth the son of God's dying for, that it might learn to consent to be shaped unto honor. We can have no merits. Merit is a thing impossible. But God has given us rights. Out of him, we have nothing. But created by him, come forth from him, we have even rights towards him. Ah, never, never against him. His whole desire and labor is to make us capable of claiming and induce us to claim of him the things whose rights he bestowed in creating us. No claim had we to be created. That involves an absurdity. But being made, we have claims on him who made us. Our needs are our claims. A man who will not provide for the hunger of his child is condemned by the whole world. Ah, but, says the partisan of God, the Almighty stands and a relation far different from that of an earthly father. There is no parallel. I grant it, there is no parallel. The man did not create the child. He only yielded it to an impulse created in himself. God is infinitely more bound to provide for his child than any man is to provide for his. The relation is infinitely divinely closer. It is God to whom every hunger, every aspiration, every desire, every longing of our nature is to be referred. He made all our needs, made us the creatures of a thousand necessities. And have we no claim on him? Nay, we have claims innumerable, infinite, and his one great claim on us is that we should claim our claims of him. It is terrible to represent God as unrelated to us in the way of appeal to his righteousness. How should he be righteous without owing us anything? How would there be any right for the judge of all the earth to do if he owed nothing? Verily, he owes us nothing that he does not pay like our God. But it is of the devil to imagine imperfection and disgrace in obligation. So far is God from thinking so that in every act of his being he lays himself under obligation to his creatures. Oh, the grandeur of his goodness and righteousness and fearless unselfishness. When doubt and dread invade and the voice of love in the soul is dumb. What can please the father of men better than to hear his child cry to him from whom he came? Here I am, oh God, thou hast made me. Give me that which thou has made me needing. The child's necessity, his weakness, his helplessness are the strongest of all his claims. If I am a well, I can claim a sea. If I am a sea, I can claim room to roll and break in waves after my kind. If I am a lion, I seek my meat from God. Am I a child? This, above all other claims, I claim, that if any of my needs are denied me, it shall be by the love of a father who will let me see his face and allow me to plead my cause before him. And this must be just what God desires. What would he have but that his children should claim their father? To what end are all his dealings with them, all his sufferings with and for and in them, but that they should claim their birthright? Is not their birthright what he made them for? Made in them when he made them? Is it not what he has been putting forth his energy to give them ever since first he began them to be? The divine nature, God himself. The child has and must have a claim on the father, a claim which it is the joy of the father's heart to acknowledge. A created need is a created claim. God is the origin of both need and supply. The father of our necessities, the abundant giver of the good things. Right gloriously he meets the claims of his child. The story of Jesus is the heart of his answer, not primarily to the prayers, but to the divine necessities of the children he has sent out into his universe. Away with the thought that God could have been a perfect and adorable creator doing anything less than he has done for his children, that any other kind of being than Jesus Christ could have been worthy of all glorifying worship, that his nature demanded less of him than he has done, that his nature is not absolute love, absolute self devotion, could have been without these highest splendors. In the light of this truth, let us then look at the words at the head of this sermon. Oh, that thou wouldst hide me in the grave. Job appeals to his creator, whom his sufferings compel him to regard as displeased with him, though he knows not why. We know God was not displeased, but Job had not read the preface to his own story. Job prays him to hide him and forget him for a time, that the desire of the maker to look again upon the creature he had made to see once more the work of his hands may awake within him, that silence and absence and loss may speak for the buried one and make the heart of the parent remember and long after the face of the child. Then thou shalt call and I will answer thee. Thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands. Then will he rise in joy to plead with confidence the cause of his righteousness. For God is nyer to the man than is anything God has made. What can be closer than the making and the made? That which is and that which is because the other is. That which wills and that which answers owing to the will, the heart, the desire of the other, its power to answer. What other relation imaginable could give claims to compare with those arising from such a relation?  Hungry for life, for acknowledgment, for justice, hungry for the possibilities of living that life which the making life has made him alive for the sake of living. The whole existence of a creature is a unit, an entirety of claim upon his creator. Just therefore let him do with me as he will. Even to seating me in the ashes and seeing me scrape myself with a pot shard. Not the less, but ever the more will I bring forward my claim. Assert it, insist on it, assail with it to the ear and the heart of the father. Is it not the sweetest music ear of maker can hear? Except the word of perfect son. Lo, I come to do thy will, O God. We, imperfect sons, shall learn to say the same words too, that we may grow capable and say them, and so enter into our birthright, yea, become partakers of the divine nature in its divinest element. That son came to us, died for the slaying of our selfishness, the destruction of our mean hollow pride, the waking of our childhood. We are his father's debtors for our needs, our rights, our claims, and he will have us pay the uttermost farthing. Yea, so true is the father, he will even compel us through misery if needful to put in our claims, for he knows we have eternal need of these things. Without the essential rights of his being, who can live? I protest therefore against all such teaching as originating in and fostered by the faithlessness of the human heart, gives the impression that the exceeding goodness of God towards man is not the natural and necessary outcome of his being. The root of every heresy popular in the church draws its nourishment merely and only from the soil of unbelief. The idea that God would be God all the same as glorious as he needed to be, had he not taken upon himself the divine toriel of bringing home his wandered children, had he done nothing to seek and save the lost, is false as hell. Lying for God could go no farther, as if the idea of God admitted of his being less than he is, less than perfect, less than all in all, less than Jesus Christ, less than love absolute, less than entire unselfishness. As if the God revealed to us in the New Testament were not his own perfect necessity of loving kindness, but one who has made himself better than by his own nature, by his own love, by the laws which he willed the laws of his existence, he needed to be. They would have it that, being unbound, he deserves the greater homage. So it might be, if he were not our father. But to think of the living God, not as our father, but as one who has condescended greatly, being no wise in his own willed grandeur of righteous nature, bound to do as he has done, is killing to all but a slavist devotion. It is to think of him as nothing like the God we see in Jesus Christ. It will be answered that we have fallen, and God is thereby freed from any obligation, if any ever were. It is but another lie. No amount of wrongdoing in a child can ever free a parent from the divine necessity of doing all he can to deliver his child. The bond between them cannot be broken. It is the vulgar, slavish, worldly idea of freedom that it can system being bound to nothing. Not such is God's idea of liberty. To speak as a man, the more a vital obligation he lays on himself, the more children he creates with the more claims upon him, the freer is he as creator and giver of life, which is the essence of his Godhead. To make scope for his essence is to be free. Our Lord teaches us that the truth, known by obedience to him, will make us free. Our freedom lies in living the truth of our relations to God and man. For a man to be alone in the universe would be to be a slave to unspeakable longings and lonelinesses. And again to speak after the manner of men. God could not be satisfied with himself without doing all that a God and Father could do for the creatures he had made. That is, without doing just what he has done, what he is doing, what he will do to deliver his sons and daughters and bring them home with rejoicing. To answer the cry of the human heart, would that I could see him, would that I might come before him and look upon him face to face. He sent his son, the express image of his person. And again, that we might not be limited in our understanding of God by the constant presence to our weak indelible spiritual sense of any embodiment, whatever. God took him away. Having seen Christ in his absence, we understand him better. That we might know him, he came. That we might go to him. He went. If we dare, like Job, to plead with him in any of the heart-eating troubles that arise from the impossibility of loving such misrepresentation of him as is held out to us to love by our would-be teachers. If we think and speak out before him, that which seems to us to be right. Will he not be heartily pleased with his children's love of righteousness? With the truth that will not part him and his righteousness? Verily, he will not plead against us with his great power, but will put strength in us. And where we are wrong, will instruct us. For the heart that wants to do and think aright, the heart that seeks to worship him as no tyrant, but as the perfectly absolutely righteous God is the delight of the Father. To the heart that will not call that righteousness, which it feels to be unjust, but clings to the skirt of his garment and lifts pleading eyes to his countenance, to that heart he will lay open the riches of his being, riches which it has not entered into that heart to conceive. Oh Lord, they tell me I have so offended against thy law, that as I am thou canst not look upon me, but threatenest me with eternal banishment from thy presence. But if thou look not upon me, how can I ever be other than I am? Lord, remember I was born in sin. How then can I see sin as thou seeest it? Remember, Lord, that I have never known myself clean. How can I cleanse myself? Thou must needs take me as I am and cleanse me. Is it not impossible that I should behold the final goodness of good, the final evilness of evil? How then can I deserve eternal torment? Had I known good and evil, seeing them as thou seeest them, then choosing the evil and turned away from the good, I know not what I should not deserve. But thou knowest, it has ever been something good in the evil that has enticed my selfish heart, nor mine only, but that of all my kind. Thou requirest of us to forgive. Surely thou forgivest freely. Bound thou mayest be to destroy evil, but art thou bound to keep the sinner alive, that thou mayest punish him, even if it make him no better? Sin cannot be deep as life, for thou art the life. And sorrow and pain go deeper than sin, for they reach to the divine in us. Thou can't suffer, though thou wilt not sin. To see men suffer might make a shun evil, but it never could make us hate it. We might see thereby that thou hate is sin, but we never could see that thou love us the sinner. Chastise us, we pray thee, in loving kindness, and we shall not faint. We have done much that is evil. Yay, evil is very deep in us. But we are not all evil. For we love righteousness, and art not thou thyself and thy son, the sacrifice for our sins, the atonement of our breach. Thou hast made us subject to vanity, but hast thyself taken thy Godlike share of the consequences. Could we ever have come to know good as thou knowest it, saved by passing through the sea of sin and the fire of cleansing? They tell me I must say for Christ's sake, or thou wilt not pardon. It takes the very heart out of my poor love to hear that thou wilt not pardon me, except because Christ has loved me. But I give thee thanks that nowhere in the record of thy gospel does one of thy servants say any such word. In spite of all our fears and groveling, our weakness and our wrongs, thou wilt be to us what thou art. Such a perfect father as no most loving child heart on earth could invent the thought of. Thou wilt take our sins on thyself, giving us thy life to live with all. Thou barest our griefs and carryest our sorrows, and surely thou wilt one day enable us to pay every debt we owe to each other. Thou wilt be to us a right, generous, abundant father. Then truly our hearts shall be jubilant, because thou art what thou art. Infinitely beyond all we could imagine. Thou wilt humble and raise us up. Thou hast given thyself to us that, having thee, we may be eternally alive with thy life. We run within the circle of what men call thy wrath and find ourselves clasped in the zone of thy love. But be it well understood that when I say rights, I do not mean merits of any sort. We can deserve from him nothing at all in the sense of any right proceeding from ourselves. All our rights are such as the bounty of love inconceivable has glorified our being with. Bestowed for the one only purpose of giving the satisfaction, the fulfillment of the same. Right so deep, so high, so delicate, that their satisfaction cannot be given until we desire it. Yea, long for it with our deepest desire. The giver of them came to men, lived with men, and died by the hands of men, that they might possess these rights abundantly. More not could God do to fulfill his part. Save indeed what he is doing still every hour, every moment by every individual. Our rights are rights with God himself at the heart of them. He could recall them if he pleased, but only by recalling us by making us cease. While we exist, by the being that is ours, they are ours. If he could not fulfill our rights to us, because we would not have them, that is, if he could not make us such as to care for these rights, which he has given us out of the very depth of his creative being, I think he would have to uncreate us. But as to deserving, that is absurd.  When ye shall have done all the things that are commanded to you, say, we are unprofitable servants, we have done that which it was our duty to do. Duty is a thing prepaid, it can never have dessert. There is no claim on God that springs from us. All is from him. But lest it should be possible that any unchildlike soul might, in arrogance and ignorance, think to stand upon his rights against God, and demand of him this or that after the will of the flesh, I will lay before such a possible one some of the things to which he has a right, yea, perhaps has first of all a right to, from the God of his life, because of the beginning he has given him, because of the divine germ that is in him. He has a claim on God, then, a divine claim for any pain, want, disappointment, or misery that would help to show him to himself as the fool he is. He has a claim to be punished to the last scorpion of the whip, to be spared not one pain that may urge him towards repentance.  He has a claim to be compelled to repent, to be hedged in on every side, to have one after another of the strong, sharp toothed sheepdogs of the great shepherd sent after him, to thwart him in any desire, foil him in any plan, frustrate him of any hope until he come to see at length that nothing will ease his pain. Nothing make life a thing worth having, but the presence of the living God within him. That nothing is good but the will of God. Nothing noble enough for the desire of the heart of man, but oneness with the eternal. For this God must make him yield his very being, that he may enter in and dwell with him. That the man would enforce none of these claims is nothing, for it is not a man who owes them to him, but the eternal God, who by his own will of right towards the creature he has made, is bound to discharge them. God has to answer to himself for his idea. He has to do with the need of the nature he made, not with the self-born choice of the self-ruined man. His candle yet burns dim in the man's soul. That candle must shine as the sun. For what is the all-pervading dissatisfaction of his wretched being, but an unrecognized hunger after the righteousness of his father? The soul God made is thus hungering. Though the selfish usurping self, which is its consciousness, is hungering only after low and selfish things, ever trying but in vain to fill its mean, narrow content with husk too poor for its poverty-stricken desires. For even that most degraded chamber of the soul, which is the temple of the deified self, cannot be filled with less than God. Even the usurping self must be miserable until it sees to look at itself in the mirror of Satan, and open the door of its innermost closet to the God who means to dwell there and make peace. He that has looked on the face of God in Jesus Christ, whose heart overflows, if ever so little, with answering love, sees God standing with full hands to give the abundance for which he created his children, and those children hanging back, refusing to take, doubting the God-heart which knows itself absolute in truth and love. It is not at first easy to see wherein God gives Job any answer. I cannot find that he offers him the least explanation of why he has so afflicted him. God justifies Job in his words. He says Job has spoken what is right concerning him, and his friends have not. And God calls up before Job, one after another, the works of his hands. The answer, like some of our Lord's answers, if not all of them, seems addressed to Job himself, not to his intellect, to the revealing God-like imagination in the man, and to no logical faculty whatever. It consists in a setting forth of the power of God as seen in his handiwork and wondered at by the men of the time, and all that is said concerning them has to do with their show of themselves to the eyes of men. And what belongs to the deeper meanings of nature and her mediation between us and God? The appearances of nature are the truths of nature, far deeper than any scientific discoveries in and concerning them. The show of things is that for which God cares most. For their show is the face of far deeper things than they. We see in them, in a distant way, as in a glass darkly, the face of the unseen. It is through their show, not through their analysis, that we enter into their deepest truths. What they say to the child-like soul is the truest thing to be gathered of them. To know a primrose is a higher thing than to know all the botany of it. Just as to know Christ is an infinitely higher thing to know all theology, all that is said about his person or babbled about his work. The body of man does not exist for the sake of its hidden secrets. Its hidden secrets exist for the sake of its outside, for the face and the form in which dwells revelation. Its outside is the deepest of it. So nature as well exists primarily for her face, her look, her appeals to the heart and the imagination, her simple service to human need and not for the secrets to be discovered in her and turned to man's farther use. What in the name of God is our knowledge of the element of the atmosphere to our knowledge of the elements of nature? What are its oxygen, its hydrogen, its nitrogen, its carbonic acids, its ozone and all the possible rest to the blowing of the wind on our faces? What is the analysis of water to the babble of a running stream? What is any knowledge of things to the heart? Beside its child play with the eternal and by an infinite decomposition, we should know nothing more of what a thing really is. For the moment we decompose it, it ceases to be and all its meaning is vanished. infinitely more than astronomy even, which destroys nothing can do for us, is done by the mere aspect and changes of the vault over our heads. Think for a moment what would be our idea of greatness, of God, of infinitude, of aspiration, if instead of a blue, far withdrawn, light spangled firmament, we were born and reared under a flat white ceiling. I would not be supposed to depreciate the labors of science, but I say its discoveries are unspeakably less precious than the merest gifts of nature, those which from morning to night we take unthinking from her hands. One day I trust we shall be able to enter into their secrets from within them by natural contact between our hearts and theirs. When we are one with God, we may well understand in an hour things that no man of science, prosecuting his investigations from the surface with all the aids that keenest human intellect can supply, would reach in the longest lifetime. Whether such power will ever come to any man in this world, or can come only in some state of existence beyond it, matters nothing to me. The question does not interest me. Life is one, and things will be then what they are now, for God is one, and the same there and here, and I shall be the same there I am here, however larger the life with which it may please the father of my being to endow me. The argument implied, not expressed in the poem, seems to be this, that Job, seeing God so far before him in power, and his work so far beyond his understanding that they filled him with wonder and admiration, the vast might of his creation, the times and the seasons, the marvels of the heavens, the springs of the sea and the gates of death, the animals, their generations and providing, their beauties and instincts, the strange and awful beast excelling the rest, behemoth on the land, and leviathan in the sea, creatures perhaps now vanished from the living world. That Job, beholding these things, ought to have reasoned that he who could work so grandly beyond his understanding, must certainly use wisdom in things that touched him nearer, though they came no nearer his understanding. Shall he that contendeth with the Almighty instruct him? He that reproofeth God, let him answer it. Wilt thou also disannol my judgment? Wilt thou condemn me that thou mayest be righteous? In this world power is no proof of righteousness, but was it likely that he who could create should be unrighteous? Did not all God made move the delight of the beholding man? Did such things foreshadow injustice towards the creatures he had made in his image? If Job could not search God's understanding in these things, why should he conclude his own case wrapped in the gloom of injustice? Did Job understand his own being, history, and destiny? Should not God's ways in these also be beyond his understanding? Might Job not trust God to do him justice? In such high affairs as the rights of a life's soul, might not matters be involved too high for Job? The maker of Job was so much greater than Job that his ways with him might well be beyond his comprehension. God's thoughts were higher than his thoughts, as the heavens were higher than the earth. The true child, the righteous man, will trust absolutely, against all appearances, the God who has created him in the love of righteousness. God does not, I say, tell Job why he had afflicted him. He rouses his child heart to trust. All the rest of Job's life on earth, I imagine, his slowly vanishing perplexities would yield him ever fresh meditations concerning God in his ways, new opportunities of trusting him, light upon many things concerning which he had not as yet to begin to doubt, added means of growing in all directions into the knowledge of God. His perplexities would thus prove of divinist gift. Everything in truth, which we cannot understand, is a closed book of larger knowledge and blessedness, whose class, the blessed perplexity, urges us to open. There is, there can be nothing which is not in itself a righteous intelligibility, whether an intelligibility for us matters nothing. The awful thing would be that anything should be in its nature an intelligible. That would be the same as no God. That God knows is enough for me. I shall know if I can know. It would be death to think God did not know. It would be as much as to conclude there was no God to know. How much more than Job are we bound, who know him in his son as love, to trust God in all the troubling questions that force themself upon us concerning the motions and results of things. With all those about the lower animals, with all those about such souls that seem never to wake from or seem again to fall into the sleep of death, we will trust him. In the confusion of Job's thoughts, how could they be other than confused? In the presence of the awful contradiction of two such facts staring each other in the face, that God was just, yet punishing a righteous man as if he were wicked. While he was not yet able to generate or to receive the thought that approving love itself might be inflicting or allowing the torture, that such suffering as his was granted only to a righteous man that he might be made perfect, I can well imagine that at times, as the one moment he doubted God's righteousness and the next cried aloud, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him. There must in the chaos have mingled some element of doubt as to the existence of God. Let not such doubt be supposed, yet, further stage in unbelief. To deny the existence of God may, paradoxical as the statement, while it first seemed to some, involve less unbelief than the smallest yielding to doubt of his goodness. I say, yielding, for a man may be haunted with doubts and only grow thereby in faith. Doubts are the messengers of the living one to rouse the honest. They are the first knock at our door of things that are not yet, but have to be understood, and theirs, in general, is the inhospitable reception of angels that do not come in their own likeness. Doubt must proceed every deeper assurance, for uncertainties are what we first see when we look into a region hitherto unknown, unexplored, unannexed. In all Job's begging and longing to see God then, may well be supposed to mingle the mighty desire to be assured of God's being. To acknowledge is not to be sure of God. One great point in the poem is, that when Job hears the voice of God, though it utters no word of explanation, it is enough to him to hear it. He knows that God is, and that he hears the cry of his creature. That he is there, knowing all about him, and what had befallen him, is enough.  Even if Job could not, at first, follow his argument of divine probability. God settled everything for him when, by answering him out of the whirlwind, he showed him that he had not forsaken him. It is true that nothing but a far closer divine presence can ever make life a thing fit for a son of man, and that, for the simplest of all reasons, that he is made in the image of God, and it is for him absolutely imperative that he should have in him the reality of which his being is the image. While he has it not in him, his being, his conscious self, is but a mask, a spiritual emptiness. But for the present Job, yielding to God, was calmed and satisfied. Perhaps he came at length to see that, if anything God could do to him, would trouble him so as to make him doubt God. If he knew him so imperfectly, who could do nothing ill, then it was time that he should be so troubled, that the imperfection of his knowledge of God and his lack of faith in him should be revealed to him, that an earthquake of his being should disclose its holiness, and, at the same time, bring to the surface the gold of God that was in him. To know that our faith is weak is the first step towards its strengthening. To be capable of distrusting is death. To know that we are and cry out is to begin to live. To begin to be made such that we cannot distrust, such that God may do anything with us and we shall never doubt him. Until doubt is impossible, we are lacking in the true, the childlike knowledge of God. For either God is such that one may distrust him, or he is such that to distrust him is the greatest injustice of which a man can be guilty. If then we are able to distrust him, either we know God imperfect, or we do not know him. Perhaps Job learned something like this. Anyhow, the result of what he had had to endure was a greater nearness to God. But all that he was required to receive at the moment was the argument from God's loving wisdom in his power, to his loving wisdom in everything else. For power is a real and a good thing, giving an immediate impression that it proceeds from goodness. Nor, however long it may last after goodness is gone, was it ever born of anything but goodness. In a very deep sense, power and goodness are one. In the deepest fact, they are one. Seeing God, Job forgets all he wanted to say, all he thought he would say if he could but see him. The close of the poem is grandly abrupt. He had meant to order his cause before him. He had longed to see him that he might speak and defend himself, imagining God as well as his righteous friends wrongfully accusing him. But his speech is gone from him. He has not a word to say. To justify himself in the presence of him who is righteousness seems to him what it is, foolishness and worthless labor. If God do not see him righteous, he is not righteous and may hold his peace. If he is righteous, God knows it better than he does himself. Nay, if God do not care to justify him, Job has lost his interest in justifying himself. All the evils and imperfections of his nature rise up before him in the presence of the one pure, the one who is right, and has no selfishness in him. Behold, he cries, I am vile. What shall I answer thee?  Once have I spoken, but I will not answer, yea, twice, but I will proceed no further. Then again, after God has called a witness for him, Behemoth and Leviathan, he replies, I know that thou canst do everything, and that no thought can be withholding from thee. Who is he that hideeth council without knowledge? This question was the word with which first God made his presence known to Job, and in the mouth of Job, now repeating the question, it is the humble confession. I am that foolish man. Therefore, he goes on, have I uttered that I understood not, things too wonderful for me, which I knew not. He had not knowledge enough to have a right to speak. Here I beseech thee, and I will speak. In the time to come, Job will yet cry to be taught, not to justify himself. I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me. The more diligently yet will he seek to know the council of God. That he cannot understand will no longer distress him, it will only urge him to fresh endeavor after the knowledge of him, who in all his doings is perfect. I have heard of thee by the hearings of the ear, but now mine I seeeth thee. Wherefore, I abhor myself and repent in dust and ashes. Job had his desire. He saw the face of God, and abhorred himself in dust and ashes. He sought justification. He found self abhor hence. Was this punishment the farthest from it possible? It was the best thing to begin with that the face of God could do for him. Blessedest gift is self contempt, when the giver of it is the visible glory of the living one. For there to see is to partake, to be able to behold that glory is to live, to turn from and against self is to begin to be pure of heart. Job was in the right when he said that he did not deserve to be in such wise punished for his sins. Neither did he deserve to see the face of God, yet had he that crown of all gifts given him, and it was to see himself vile and abhor himself. By very means of the sufferings against which he had cried out the living one came near to him, and Job was silent. O the divine generosity that will grant us to be abashed and self condemned before the holy, to come so nigh him as to see ourselves dark spots against his brightness. Barely we must be of his kind, else no show of him could make us feel small and ugly and unclean. O the love of the Father that he should give us to compare ourselves with him and be buried in humility and shame, to be rebuked before him is to be his. Good man as Job was, he had never yet been right near to God. Now God has come near to him, has become very real to him. He knows now in very deed that God is he with whom he has to do. God had laid all these troubles upon him, that he might through them draw nigh to him and enable him to know him. Two things are clearly contained in and manifest from this poem. That not every man deserves for his sins to be punished everlastingly from the presence of the Lord, and that the best of men, when he sees the face of God, will know himself vile. God is just and will never deal with the sinner as if he were capable of sinning the pure sin. Yet if the best man be not delivered from himself, that self will sink him into tofu it. Any man may, like Job, plead his cause with God, though possibly it may not be to like justification. He gives us liberty to speak, and will hear with absolute fairness. But, blessed be God, the one result for all who so draw nigh to him will be to see him plainly. Surely right, the perfect saviour, the profoundest refuges even from the wrongs of their own being, yea, nearer to them always than any wrong they could commit. So seeing him, they will abhor themselves and rejoice in him.  They that have sown in tears shall reap in joy. They shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing their sheaves with them. Then will the waters that rise from God's fountains run in God's channels. For the prosperity that follows upon Job's submission is the embodiment of a great truth. Although a man must do right if it sends him to Hades, yea, even were it to send him forever to hell itself, yet, while the Lord liveth, he need not fear. All good things must grow out of and hang upon the one central good, the one law of life, the will, the one good. To submit absolutely to him is the only reason. Circumstance, as well as all being, must then bud and blossom as the rose. And it will. What matter whether in this world or the next? If one day I know my life is perfect bliss, having neither limitation nor hindrance nor pain nor sorrow more than it can dominate in peace and perfect assurance. I care not whether the book of Job be a history or a poem. I think it is both. I do not care how much relatively of each. It was probably in the childlike days of the world a well-known story in the East which some man, whom God had made wise to understand his will and his ways, took up and told after the fashion of a poet. What its age may be, who can certainly tell, it must have been before Moses. I would gladly throw out the part of Elihu as an interpolation, one in whom, of all men I have known, I put to the greatest trust, said to me once what amounted to this, there is as much difference between the language of the rest of the poem and that of Elihu as between the language of Chaucer and that of Shakespeare. The poem is for many reasons difficult and in the original to me inaccessible, but through all the evident inadequacy of our translation, who can fail to hear two souls, that of the poet and that of Job, crying aloud with an agonized hope that, let the evil shows around them be what they may. Truth and righteousness are yet the heart of things. The faith, even the hope of Job, seems at times on the point of giving way. He struggles like a drowning man when the billow goes over him, but with the rising of his head his courage revives. Christians we call ourselves, what would not our faith be, were it as much greater than Job's, as the word from the mouth of Jesus is mightier than that he heard out of the whirlwind. Here is a book of faith indeed, ere the law was given by Moses. Grace and truth have visited us, but where is our faith? Friends, our cross may be heavy and the Via Dolorosa rough, but we have claims on God, yea, the right to cry to him for help. He has spent, and is spending himself to give us our birth right, which is righteousness. Though we shall not be condemned for our sins, we cannot be saved but by leaving them. Though we shall not be condemned for the sins that are past, we shall be condemned if we love the darkness rather than the light and refuse to come to him that we may have life. God is offering us the one thing we cannot live without, his own self. We must make room for him. We must cleanse our hearts that he may come in. We must do as the Master tells us, who knew all about the Father and the way to him. We must deny ourselves and take up our cross daily and follow him. End of Chapter 10, Series 2 Chapter 11 of Unspoken Sermons, Series 2 This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by David Baldwin. Unspoken Sermons by George MacDonald. Self-denial. And he said until all, if any man would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whosoever would save his life, shall lose it. But whosoever shall lose his life, for my sake, the same shall save it. St. Luke Chapter 9, Verses 23 and 24 Christ is the way out and the way in. The way from slavery, conscious or unconscious, into liberty. The way from the unhomeliness of things to the home we desire, but do not know. The way from the stormy skirts of the Father's garments to the peace of his bosom. To picture him we need not only endless figures, but sometimes quite opposing figures. He is not only the door of the sheepfold, but the shepherd of the sheep. He is not only the way, but the leader in the way. The rock that followed and the captain of our salvation. We must become as little children, and Christ must be born in us. We must learn of him, and the one lesson he has to give is himself. He does first all he wants us to do.  We must not merely do as he did. We must see things as he saw them, regard them as he regarded them. We must take the will of God as the very life of our being. We must neither try to get our own way, nor trouble ourselves as to what may be thought or said of us. The world must be to us as nothing. I would not be misunderstood if I may avoid it. When I say the world, I do not mean the world God makes and means, yet less the human hearts that live therein. But the world man makes by choosing the perversion of his own nature, a world apart from and opposed to God's world. By the world I mean all ways of judging, regarding, and thinking, whether political, economical, ecclesiastical, social, or individual, which are not divine, which are not God's ways of thinking, regarding, or judging, which do not take God into account, do not set his will supreme as the one only law of life, which do not care for the truth of things, but the customs of society, or the practice of the trade, which he not what is right, but the usage of the time. From everything that is against the teaching and thinking of Jesus, from the world in the heart of the best man in it, especially from the world in his own heart, the disciple must turn to follow him. The first thing in all progress is to leave something behind. To follow him is to leave one's self behind. If any man would come after me, let him deny himself. Some seem to take this to mean that the disciple must go against his likings because they are his likings, must be unresponsive to the tendencies and directions and inclinations that are his, because they are such, and his. They seem to think something is gained by abstinence from what is pleasant, or by the doing of what is disagreeable, that to thwart the lower nature is in itself a good. Now, I will not dare say what a man may not get good from, if the thing be done in simplicity and honesty. I believe that when a man, for the sake of doing the thing that is right, does a mistake that which is not right, God will take care that he be shown the better way, will perhaps use the very thing which is his mistake to reveal to him the mistake it is. I will allow that the mere effort of will, arbitrary and uninformed of duty, partaking of the character of tyranny and even schism, may add to the man's power over his lower nature. But in that very nature it is God who must rule, and not the man, however well he may mean. For a man's rule of himself, in smallest opposition, however devout, to the law of his being, arises the huge danger of nourishing by the pride of self-conquest, a far worse than even the unchained animal self, the demoniac self. True victory over self is the victory of God in the man, not of the man alone. It is not subjugation that is enough, but subjugation by God. And whatever man does without God he must fail miserably, or succeed more miserably. No portion of a man can rule another portion. For God, not the man, created it, and the part is greater than the whole. In effecting what God does not mean, a man but falls into fresh ill conditions, in crossing his natural therefore in themselves right inclinations, a man may develop a self-satisfaction which in its very nature is a root of all sin. Doing the thing God does not require of him, he puts himself in the place of God, becoming not a law, but a law giver to himself, one who commands, not one who obeys. The diseased satisfaction which some minds feel in laying burdens on themselves is a pampering, little as they may suspect it, of the most dangerous appetite of that self which they think they are mortifying. All the creatures of God are good, received with Thanksgiving. Then only can any one of them become evil when it is used in relations in which a higher law forbids it, or when it is refused for the sake of self-discipline, in relations in which no higher law forbids it, and God therefore allows it. For a man to be his own school master is a right, dangerous position. The people cannot be expected to make progress, except indeed in the wrong direction. To enjoy heartily and thankfully and do cheerfully without when God wills we should is the way to live in regard to things of the lower nature. These must know-wise be confounded with the things of the world. If anyone say this is dangerous doctrine, I answer, the law of God is enough for me, and for laws invented by man, I will none of them. They are false and come all of rebellion. God and not man is our judge. Verily it is not to thwart or tease the poor self, Jesus tells us. That was not the purpose for which God gave it to us. He tells us we must leave it all together, yield it, deny it, refuse it, lose it. Thus only shall we save it. Thus only have a share in our being. The self is given to us that we may sacrifice it. It is ours that we, like Christ, may have something to offer, not that we should torment it, but that we should deny it. Not that we should cross it, but that we should abandon it utterly. Then it can no more be vexed. What can this mean? We are not to thwart but to abandon. How abandon without thwarting? It means this. We must refuse, abandon, deny self altogether as a ruling or determining or originating element in us. It is to be no longer the reason of our action. We are no more to think, what should I like to do? But what would the living one have me do? It is not selfish to take that which God has made us to desire. Neither are we very good to yield it. We should only be very bad not to do so when he would take it from us. But to yield it heartily, without a struggle or regret, is not merely to deny the self a thing it would like, but to deny the self itself, to refuse and abandon it. The self is God's making. Only it must be the slave of Christ that the Son may make it also the free Son of the same Father. It must receive all from him, not as from nowhere, as well as the deeper soul. It must follow him, not its own desires. It must not be its own law. Christ must be its law. The time will come when it shall be so possessed, so enlarged, so idealized by the indwelling God who is its deeper, its deepest self, that there will be no longer any enforced denial of it needful. It has been finally denied and refused and sent into its own obedient place. It has learned to receive with thankfulness, to demand nothing, to turn no more upon its own center, or any more think to minister to its own good. God's eternal denial of himself revealed in him who for our sakes in the flesh took up his cross daily, will have been developed in the man.  To deny oneself then is to act no more from the standing ground of self. To allow no private communication, no passing influence between the self and the will, not to let the right hand know what the left hand doeth. No grasping or seeking, no hungering of the individual, shall give motion to the will. No desire to be conscious of worthiness shall order the life. No ambition whatever shall be a motive of action. No wish to surpass another be allowed a moment's respite from death. No longing after the praise of men influence a single throb of the heart. To deny the self is to shrink from no dispraise or condemnation or contempt of the community or circle or country which is against the mind of the living one. For no love or entreaty of father or mother, wife or child, friend or lover, to turn aside from following him. But forsake them all as any ruling or ordering power in our lives. We must do nothing to please them that would not first be pleasing to him. Write deeds and not the judgment thereupon. True words and not what reception they may have shall be our care. Not merely shall we not love money or trust in it or seek it as the business of life, but whether we have it or have it not, we must never think of it as a windfall from the tree of event or the cloud of circumstance but as the gift of God. We must draw our life by the uplooking, acknowledging will every moment fresh from the living one, the causing life, not glory in the mere consciousness of health and well-being. It is God who feeds us, warms us, quenches our thirst. The will of God must be to us all in all. To our whole nature the life of the father must be the joy of the child. We must know our very understanding his that we live and feed on him every hour in the closest, various way. To know these things in the depth of our knowing is to deny ourselves and take God instead. To try after them is to begin the denial, to follow him who never sought his own. So we must deny all anxieties and fears. When young we must not mind what the world calls failure. As we grow old we must not be vexed that we cannot remember, must not regret that we cannot do, must not be miserable because we grow weak or ill. We must not mind anything. We have to do with God who can, not with ourselves where we cannot. We have to do with the will, with the eternal life of the father of our spirit, and not with the being which we could not make and which his care. He is our care. We are his. Our care is to will, his will. His care to give us all things. This is to deny ourselves. Self, I have not to consult you, but him whose idea is the soul of you, and of which as yet you are all unworthy. I have to do, not with you, but with the source of you, by whom it is that any moment you exist, the causing of you, not the caused you. You may be my consciousness, but you are not my being.  But my life is hid with Christ in God whence it came, and whether it is returning, with you certainly, but as an obedient servant, not a master. Submit, or I will cast you from me, and pray to have another consciousness given me, for God is more to me than my consciousness of myself.  You are only so much of it as my poor, half-made being can grasp as much of it as I can now know it once.   Even now I am ever in a non-disgusted with your paltry, mean face which I meet at every turn. No. Let me have the company of the perfect one, not of you, of my elder brother, the living one. I will not make a friend of the mere shadow of my own being. Goodbye, self. I deny you, and will do my best every day to leave you behind me. And in this regard we must not fail to see, or seeing ever forget, that when Jesus tells us we must follow him, we must come to him, we must believe in him. He speaks first and always as the son of the Father. And that, in the act of sense, as the obedient God, not merely as one who claims the sonship for the ground of being, and so of further claim. He is the son of the Father, as the son who obeys the Father, as the son who came expressly and only to do the will of the Father, as the messenger who's delighted is to do the will of him that sent him. At the moment he says, follow me, he is following the Father. His face is set homeward. He would have us follow him because he is bent on the will of the blessed. It is nothing even thus to think of him, except thus we believe in him, that is, so do. To believe in him is to do as he does, to follow him where he goes. We must believe in him practically, altogether practically, as he believed in his Father, not as one concerning whom we have to hold something, but as one whom we have to follow out of the body of this death into life eternal. It is not to follow him to take him in any way theoretically, to hold this or that theory about why he died or wherein lay his atonement. Such things can be revealed only to those who follow him in his active being and the principle of his life, who did as he did, live as he lived. There is no other following. He is all for the Father. We must be all for the Father too. Else are we not following him. To follow him is to be learning of him, to think his thoughts, to use his judgments, to see things as he saw them, to feel things as he felt them, to be hearted, sold, minded as he was, that so also we may be of the same mind with his Father. This it is to deny self and go after him. Nothing less, even if it be working miracles and casting out devils, is to be his disciple. Busy from morning to night, doing great things for him on any other road, we should but earn the reception. I never knew you.  It is his own yoke he tells us to take and to learn of him. It is the yoke he himself is carrying. The yoke his perfect Father had given him to carry. The will of the Father is the yoke he would have us take and bear also with him. It is of this yoke that he says it is easy. Of this burden it is light. He is not saying the yoke I lay upon you is easy, the burden is light. What he says is the yoke I carry is easy, the burden on my shoulders is light. With the garden of Gethsemane before him, with the hour and power of darkness waiting for him, he declares his yoke easy, his burden light. There is no magnifying of himself. He first denies himself and takes up his cross, then tells us to do the same. The Father magnifies the Son, not the Son himself. The Son magnifies the Father. We must be jealous for God against ourselves and look well to the cunning and deceitful self, ever cunning and deceitful, until it is informed of God, until it is thoroughly and utterly denied and God is to it also all in all. Till we have left it quite empty of our will and our regard and God has come into it and made it not indeed as an additum, but a pylon for himself. Until then it's very denials, it's very turnings from things dear to it for the sake of Christ, will tend to foster its self regard and generate in it a yet deeper self-worship. While it is not denied, only thwart it, we may, through satisfaction with conquered difficulty and supposed to victory, minister yet more to its self-gratulation. The self, when it finds it, cannot have honor because of its gifts, because of the love lavished upon it, because of its conquest and the golden opinions bought from all sorts of people, will please itself with the thought of its abnegations, of its unselfishness, of its devotion to God, of its forsaking for his sake. It may not call itself, but it will soon feel itself a saint, a superior creature, looking down upon the foolish world and its ways, walking on high above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, all the time dreaming a dream of utter folly, worshiping itself with the more concentration that it has yielded at the approbation of the world and dismissed the regard of others, even they are no longer necessary to its assurance of its own worths and merits. In a thousand ways will self delude itself, in a thousand ways be full its own slavish being. Christ sought not his own, sought not anything but the will of his Father. We have to grow diamond clear, true as the white light of the morning. Hopeless task were it not that he offers to come himself and dwell in us. I have wondered whether the word of the Lord, take up his cross, was the phrase in use at the time, when he used it first he had not yet told them that he would himself be crucified. I can hardly believe this form of execution such a common thing that the figure of bearing the cross had come into ordinary speech. As the Lord's idea was new to men, so I think was the image in which he embodied it.  But would they be ready to use as a figure a fact which so sorely manifested their slavery? I hardly think it. Certainly it had not come to represent the thing he was now teaching, that self-abnegation which he had but newly brought to light, nay, hardly to the light yet, only the twilight, and nothing less, it seems to me, can have suggested the terrible symbol. But we must note that, although the idea of the denial of self is an entire and absolute one, yet the thing has to be done daily. We must keep on denying. It is a deeper and harder thing than any soul effort of most Herculean will may finally affect, for indeed the will itself is not pure, is not free, until the self is absolutely denied. It takes long for the water of life that flows from the well within us to permeate every outlaying portion of our spiritual frame, subduing everything to its kind, making it all of the one kind, until at last reaching the outermost folds of our personality, it cast out disease, our bodies by indwelling righteousness are redeemed, and the creation delivered from the bondage of corruption into the liberty of the glory of the children of God. Every day till then we have to take up our cross, every hour to see that we are carrying it. A birthright may be lost for a mess of potage, and what Satan calls a trifle must be a thing of eternal significance. Is there not many a Christian who, having begun to deny himself, yet spends much strength in the vain and evil endeavor to accommodate matters between Christ and the dear self, seeking to save that which so he must certainly lose, in how different a way from that in which the master would have him lose it. It is one thing to have the loved self devoured of hell and hate and horror and disappointment, another to yield it to conscious possession by the living God himself, who will raise it then first and only to its true individuality, freedom, and life. With its cause within it, then indeed it shall be saved. How then should it but live? Here is the promise to those who will leave all and follow him. Whosoever shall lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it. In St. Matthew, find it. What speech of men or angels will serve to shadow the dimly glorious hope? To lose ourselves in the salvation of God's heart, to be no longer any care to ourselves, but no God taking divinous care of us, his own, to be and feel just a resting place for the divine love, a branch of the tree of life for the dove to a light upon and fold its wings, to be an open air of love, a thoroughfare for the thoughts of God and all holy creatures, to know oneself by the reflex action of endless brotherly presence, yearning after nothing from any, but ever pouring out love by the natural motion of the spirit, to revel in the hundredfold of everything good we may have had to leave for his sake, above all in the unsought love of those who love us as we love them, circling us round, bathing us in bliss never reached after, ever received, ever welcomed, altogether and divinely precious, to know that God and we mean the same thing, that we are in the secret, the child's secret of existence, that we are pleasing in the eyes and to the heart of the father, to live nestling at his knee, climbing to his bosom, blessed in the mere and simple being which is one with God and is the outgoing of his will, justifying the being by the very facts of the being, by its awareness of itself as bliss. What a self is this to receive again from him for that we left, for sook refused. We left it paltry, low, mean. He took up the poor cinder of a consciousness, carried it back to the workshop of his spirit, made it a true thing, radiant, clear, fit for eternal companying and indwelling, and restored it to our having and holding forever. All high things can be spoken only in figures. These figures having to do with matters too high for them cannot fit intellectually. They can be interpreted truly, understood a right, only by such as have the spiritual fact in themselves. When we speak of a man and his soul, we imply a self and a self, reacting on each other. We cannot divide ourselves so, the figure suits but imperfectly. It was never the design of the Lord to explain things to our understanding, nor would that in the least have helped our necessity. What we require is a means, a word whereby to think with ourselves of high things. That is what a true figure, for a figure may be true while far from perfect, will always be to us. But the imperfection of his figures cannot lie in excess. Be sure that in dealing with any truth, its symbol, however high, must come short of the glorious meaning itself holds.  The true soul sees, or will come to see, that his words, his figures, always represent more than they are able to present. For, as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are the heavenly things higher than the earthly signs of them. Let the signs be good as ever sign may be. There is no joy belonging to human nature, as God made it, that shall not be enhanced a hundredfold to the man who gives up himself. Though in so doing, he may seem to be yielding the very essence of life. To yield self is to give up grasping at things in their second causes, as men call them, but which are merely God's means, and to receive them direct from their source, to take them seeing whence they come, and not as if they came from nowhere, because no one appears presenting them. The careless soul receives the father's gifts, as if it were a way things had of dropping into his hand. He thus grants himself a slave, dependent on chance and his own blundering endeavor. Yet is he ever complaining, as if someone were accountable for the checks which meet him at every turn. For the good that comes to him, he gives no thanks. Who is there to think? At the disappointments that befall him, he grumbles. There must be someone to blame. He does not think to what power it could be of any consequence, nay, what power would not be worse than squandered to sustain him after his own fashion in his paltry low-aimed existence. How could a God pour out his being to uphold the merest waste of his creatures? No world could ever be built or sustained on such an idea. It is the children who shall inherit the earth, such as will not be children, cannot possess. The hour is coming when all that art, all that science, all that nature, all that animal nature, in ennobling subjugation to the higher, even as man is subject to the Father can afford, shall be the possession to the endless delight of the sons and daughters of God. To him to whom he is all in all, God is able to give these things. To another, he cannot give them, for he is unable to receive them who is outside the truth of them. Assuredly, we are not to love God for the sake of what he can give us. Nay, it is impossible to love him save because he is our God and altogether good and beautiful. But neither may we forget what the Lord does not forget. That in the end, when the truth is victorious, God will answer his creature in the joy of his heart. For what is joy but the harmony of the Spirit? The good Father made his children to be joyful. Only ere they can enter into his joy they must be like himself ready to sacrifice joy to truth. No promise of such joy is an appeal to selfishness. Every reward held out by Christ is a pure thing, nor can it enter the soul save as a death to selfishness. The heaven of Christ is a loving of all, a forgetting of self, a dwelling of each in all and all in each. Even in our nurseries a joyful child is rarely selfish, generally righteous. It is not selfish to be joyful. What power could prevent him who sees the face of God from being joyful? That bliss is his which lies behind all other bliss without which no other bliss could ripen or last. The one bliss of the universe is the presence of God which is simply God being to the man and felt by the man as being that which in his own nature he is the indwelling power of his life. God must be to his creature what he is in himself for it is by his essential being alone that by which he is that he can create. His presence is the unintermented call and response of the creative to the created of the father to the child. Where can be the selfishness in being so made happy? It may be deep selfishness to refuse to be happy. Is there selfishness in the Lord seeing of the travail of his soul and being satisfied? Selfishness consists in taking the bliss from another. To find one's bliss in the bliss of another is not selfishness. Joy is not selfishness and the greater the joy thus reaped. The farther is that joy removed from selfishness. The one bliss next to the love of God is the love of our neighbor. If any say you love because it makes you blessed. I deny it. We are blessed, I say, because we love. No one could attain to the bliss of loving his neighbor who was selfish and sought that bliss from love of himself. Love is unselfishness. In the main we love because we cannot help it. There is no merit in it. How should there be in any love? But neither is it selfish. There are many who confound righteousness with merit and think there is nothing righteous where there is nothing meritorious. If it makes you happy to love, they say, where is your merit? It is only selfishness. There is no merit, I reply. Yet the love that is born in us is our salvation from selfishness. It is of the very essence of righteousness. Because a thing is joyful, it does not follow that I do it for the joy of it. Yet when the joy is in others the joy is pure. That certain joys should be joys is the very denial of selfishness. The man would be a demonetically selfish man whom love itself did not make joyful. It is selfish to enjoy in content beholding others lack. Even in the highest spiritual bliss to sit careless of others would be selfishness. And the higher the bliss, the worse the selfishness. But surely that bliss is right all together of which a great part consist in labor that others may share it. Such I will not doubt the labor to bring others in to share with us will be a great part of our heavenly content and gladness. The making, the redeeming Father will find plenty of like work for his children to do. Doll are those, little at least can they have of Christian imagination, who think that where all are good things must be dull.  Let such make haste to be true. Interest will there be and variety enough, not without pain, in the ministration of help to those yet wherely toiling up the heights of truth, perhaps yet unwilling to part with miserable self, which cherishing they are not yet worth being or capable of having. Some of the things a man may have to forsake in following Christ, he has not to forsake because of what they are in themselves. Neither nature, art, science, nor fit society is of those things a man will lose in forsaking himself. They are gods and have no part in the world of evil, the false judgments, low wishes, and unrealities generally that make up the conscious life of the self which has to be denied. Such will never be restored to the man. But in forsaking himself to do what God requires of him, his true work in the world that is, a man may find that he has to leave some of God's things, not to repudiate them, but for the time to forsake them, because they draw his mind from the absolute necessities of the true life in himself or in others. He may have to deny himself in leaving them, not as bad things, but as things for which there is not room, until those of paramount claim have been so heeded that these will no longer impede but further them. Then he who knows God will find that knowledge opens the door of his understanding to all things else. He will become able to behold them from within, instead of having to search wearily into them from without. This gave to King David more understanding than had all his teachers. Then will the things he has had to leave be restored to him a hundredfold? So will it be in the forsaking of friends. To forsake them for Christ is not to forsake them as evil. It is not to cease to love them, for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen. How can he love God whom he hath not seen? It is not to allow their love to cast even a shadow between us and our master, to be content to lose their approval, their intercourse, even their affection, where the master says one thing and they another. It is to learn to love them in a far higher, deeper, tenderer, truer way than before, a way which keeps all that was genuine in the former way and loses all that was false. We shall love their selves and disregard our own. I do not forget the word of the Lord about hating father and mother. I have a glimpse of the meaning of it, but dare not attempt explaining it now. It is all against the self, not against the father and mother. There is another kind of forsaking that may fall to the lot of some and which they may find very difficult, the forsaking of such notions of God and his Christ as they were taught in their youth, which they held, nor could help holding at such times as they began to believe, of which they had begun to doubt the truth, but to cast away which seems like the parting with every assurance of safety. There are so-called doctrines long accepted of good people, which how any man can love God and hold, except indeed by fast closing of the spiritual eyes, I find it hard to understand. If a man care more for opinion than for life, it is not worth any other man's wild to persuade him to renounce the opinions he happens to entertain. He would but put other opinions in the same place of honor, a place which can belong to no opinion whatever. It matters nothing what such a man may or may not believe, for he is not a true man. By holding with a school he supposes to be right, he but bolsters himself up with the worst of all unbelief, opinion calling itself faith, unbelief calling itself religion. But for him who is in earnest about the will of God, it is of endless consequence that he should think rightly of God. He cannot come close to him, cannot truly know his will, while his notion of him is in any point that of a false God. The thing shows itself absurd. If such a man seemed to himself to be giving up even his former assurance of salvation in yielding such ideas of God as are unworthy of God, he must nonetheless, if he will be true, if he would enter into life, take up that cross also. He will come to see that he must follow no doctrine, be it true as word of man could state it, but the living truth, the master himself. Good souls many will one day be horrified at the things they now believe of God. If they have not thought about them, but given themselves to obedience, they may not have done them much harm as yet, but they can make little progress in the knowledge of God, while if but passively holding evil things true of him. If, on the other hand, they do think about them and find in them no obstruction, they must indeed be far from anything to be called the true knowledge of God, but there are those who find them a terrible obstruction, and yet imagine or at least fear them true. Such must take courage to forsake the false in any shape, to deny their old selves in the most seemingly sacred of prejudices, and follow Jesus, not as he is presented in the tradition of the elders, but as he is presented by himself, his apostles, and the spirit of truth. There are traditions of men after Christ, as well as before him, and far worse, as making of none effect higher and better things, and we have to look to it how we have learned Christ. End of Chapter 11, Series 2


Welcome back to my channel and welcome if you are new here. We have a super fun video today We are going to do some Valentine's Day Baking we are making cookies dipped in white chocolate covered in sprinkles What could be better than that for Valentine's Day and what's even better? They're ww friendly They're low smart points and they're absolutely delicious. So if you're looking for a great ww friendly Valentine's dessert Just keep watching For our Valentine's baking series, we are going to be making white chocolate dipped sugar cookies with sprinkles You guys these are so fun so gorgeous and so perfect for Valentine's Day And wait until you see the smart points for a full sized cookie dipped in white chocolate So let me show you what's in this year's Valentine sugar cookies. You're going to need some flour Sugar alternative of your choice monk fruit is my favorite white chocolate chips Alternative sugar would be great such as these baked believe you can pick these up at your local Walmart And these are absolutely delicious. They are steediest sweetened. So we're going to be using those You'll need some sprinkles. So I went ahead and picked up some pink ones some red food coloring almond extract Light butter and maraschino cherries. So let's get started on these cookies The first thing we're going to do for our cookies is do our dry ingredients So I have two and a half cups here of all-purpose flour And then we're also going to add half of a cup of I'm using the monk fruit sweetener But you would add whatever sweetener alternative that you choose to use You're just gonna want to give this just a quick stir You want that sugar to be incorporated pretty good in with the flour And then we are going to cut in one cup of light butter. So I'm going to do Little spoonfuls of butter into my flour And then I'm just going to cut it in with my spoon and that'll create that crumbly dough Once you've cut in your butter you can see that we're getting a dough consistency here if our mix So what I have here is two ounces of maraschino cherries I did dry them and cut them in fours Just so that we get a little bit of cherry in all of the cookies and then I measured out on my food scale six ounces of The white chocolate chips is actually a lot and we're just going to add a little bit of the white chocolate chips to our batter Not much because we want to keep the majority of it for Melting because we are going to be dipping these cookies in white chocolate. How fun. So I'm going to give this just another quick stir I just want those white chocolate chips and those cherries to get a little bit more incorporated And then from here, we're going to go ahead and add in our almond extract And it's about a half of a teaspoon so I am not going to put very much in at all and then again another stir Make sure that almond extract gets mixed thoroughly through so you don't get a big punch of almond extract in one single cookie And then if you want it is optional You can add some red food coloring If you want to color your dough and I am going to do that I think that's going to be pretty fun for Valentine's Day So I'm just going to drop in some red food coloring and then give my dough another mix And then we're ready to get this into cookie shapes and get these into the oven Go ahead and pull out your cookie sheet line it with some parchment paper. Here's our dough It looks so pretty it has that little titch of red from that food coloring And we're going to start rolling out our cookies and we don't want them We want them about an inch or so big of a ball or three quarters of an inch of a ball So this is about the size that we're going for with our cookies and look at how pretty that looks With that food coloring and then we're just going to go ahead and put that here on our cookie sheet And we're going to repeat that until we have Goal 24 cookies, but let's see how many I've never made these before so let's kind of see how many we can get out of a batch Every time I close my eyes So once you've rolled out your cookies look at these yum, they're so pretty You're gonna go ahead and take a paper plate with some of your sweetener on there And you're going to need a glass and what we're going to do is dip the glass here in the sugar And then we're gonna use it to flatten out our cookies so that we get that nice circular shape when they bake in the oven I have the oven preheating at 350 degrees and then we'll be ready to throw these in the oven for about 10 to 12 minutes until they're cooked through The first batch of cookies is out of the oven. It took about 10 minutes in my oven to get these cooked They're perfect. They're not brown or anything on the bottom. They're absolutely perfect So we're gonna let these cool the second batch is in the oven. So let's get the chocolate Melty white chocolate dip red so in a small saucepan. I have two teaspoons of light butter to that I'm going to add the rest of those white chocolate chips and we are going to let this just melt down and Basically, it's going to make a white chocolate dipping sauce for our cookies And then we'll be ready to dip them in add some pink sprinkles and we have a Valentine's Day cookie All right, so I've started to dip my cookies I wanted to see kind of how I wanted to do it So you're gonna take your cooled cookie here in my bowl I have the melted down white chocolate Butter and a little bit of milk and we're gonna go ahead and dip our cookie in we want about it half Covered with the white chocolate mix and then I'm gonna set it aside for just a couple of minutes Let that start to dry or harden a little bit before we dip it in to the sanding sugar And I just have this Wilton sprinkles and you guys look how pretty this is it actually has this fun iridescent to it Once it sat for just a few seconds You're gonna go ahead and pick up your half dipped cookie and we're just gonna roll it in the sanding sugar To get the look that you like and look at that you guys how Fun is this now you can color your white chocolate You could add a little bit extra of the red food coloring to your white chocolate and color that as well But look how fun are these cookies dipped in that fun pink sanding sugar? So I'm gonna go ahead and get the rest of this batch dipped while my other batch is in the oven Standing on the porch in the night thinking I will used to be way back in time in time They put on the grass open skies.  I hope you enjoy making this recipe with your loved ones Thank you for joining me on today's Valentine's bake with me I hope you enjoyed seeing this sugar cooker cookie recipe so good you guys my husband loved them And he doesn't even like sweet so he absolutely loved them Such a great thing to take to help you stay on track when you're attending all of those Valentine's Day Celebrations great to make with your kids just an overall fun Valentine's Day treat So if you're new to my channel, make sure you're checking out the description box The recipe is linked down there along with all of the discount codes and links to some of my favorite things That I love sharing with you guys so that you can indulge in some fun new things on your ww journey Also in the description box is the link to my facebook group We'd love it if you'd come over and join the 14 000 members that are supportive carrying an amazing amazing people That are here to support you and help answer your questions such a great place to be so head on over and join us there Also, if you're new welcome, make sure you hit that little subscribe button and the bell That way you're just notified whenever I upload something new I'd love to have you join my youtube friends and family thumbs up this video if you're all about the valentine's baking And of course comment down below. Let me know if you're going to try this out for this year's valentine's day Thank you guys so much for watching happy valentine's day from my family to yours and i'll see you in my next video Bye guys