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Waiting all the day upon our God.
Posted : 16 Aug, 2013 02:14 AM
Psalm 119:147 I prevented the dawning of the morning, and cried: I hoped in Your word.
148. My eyes prevent the night-watches, that I might
meditate in Your word.
The Psalmist here brings before us not only the fervency, but
the seasons, of his supplication. Like Daniel, he had set times
of prayer-"three times a-day." Yet did not this frequent
exercise satisfy him, without an habitual "waiting all the day
upon his God." Prayer was indeed his meat, and drink, and
breath. "I give myself unto prayer." His sketch of the "blessed
man delighting in the law of his God, and"-as an evidence of
this delight- "meditating therein day and night"-unconsciously
furnished an accurate picture of himself. For early and late
was he found in the work of God; preventing the dawning of
the morning for prayer, and again the night-watches, that he
might meditate in the word. But to look above the example of
David to David's Lord-surely "it was written" most peculiarly
"for our learning," that Jesus-after a laborious Sabbath-every
moment of which appears to have been spent for the benefit
of sinners; and when His body, subject to the same infirmities,
and therefore needing the same refreshment with our own,
seemed to require repose-"in the morning, rising up a great
while before day, went out and departed into a solitary place,
and there prayed." On another occasion, when intensely
engaged in the service of His church, and about to lay her
foundation in the choice of her first ministers, did His eyes
prevent the night-watches. "He continued all night in prayer to
God."
So long as the duty only of prayer is known, we shall be
content with our set seasons. But when the privilege is felt, we
shall be early at work, following it closely morning and night.
While, however, family and social exercises are refreshing while "the tabernacles of the Lord are amiable" in our view,
and we delight to "wait at the posts of His doors;" yet it is the
lonely, confidential communion with our God-"the door shut"-
the Church as well as the world excluded-that makes our closest walk with God. Secret prayer is most likely to be true
prayer. At least there is no true prayer without it. It was the
"garden" prayer-separate even from His own disciples-that
brought special support to the fainting humanity of Jesus. And
if He needed this perfect retirement, whose affections were
always fixed upon their center, what must be our own need,
whose desires are so unstable and languishing! And how
cheering is His succoring sympathy, knowing as He does
experimentally the heart of a secret, earnest pleader! Such,
doubtless, were David's cries-penetrating no ear, but His
Father's-yet delightful incense there.
But to see the King of Israel, with all His urgent
responsibilities, "sanctifying" such frequent daily seasons
"with the word of God and prayer"-how does it expose the
insincerity of the worldling's excuse, that the pressing
avocations of the day afford no time for the service of God! It
is not, that such men are busy, and have no time for prayer;
but that they are worldly, and have no heart to pray. The
consecrated heart will always find time for secret duties, and
will rather, as David, redeem it from sleep, than lose it from
prayer.
And does not the uniform experience of the Lord's people
warrant the remark-how much our vital spirituality depends
upon the daily consecration of the first-fruits of our time to the
Lord? How often are opportunities for heavenly communion
during the day unavoidably straitened! But the night watches
and the dawning of the morning afford seasons free from
interruption, when our God expects to hear from us, and when
"the joy" of "fellowship with Him" will be "our strength" for
active service, and our preservation from many a worldly
snare. What a standard of enjoyment would it be, with our last
thoughts in the night watches, to leave as it were our hearts
with Him, and to find them with Him in the morning, awaking
as with our hearts in heaven! Surely the refreshments of our visits to Him, and His abidance with us, will often constrain us
to acknowledge-"Truly our fellowship is with the Father, and
with His Son Jesus Christ." The thoughts of God were clearly
the first visitors to David's waking mind; and to this may be
ascribed his habitual success in realizing His presence
throughout the day. The lukewarmness and our want of
spiritual enjoyment may often be traced to that morning
indolence, which not only throws the business of the day into
confusion, but also consumes the time in self-indulgence or
trifling, which should have been given to sacred communion.
For-not to speak of the seasonableness of the early hours for
devotion-the very exertion made to overcome "this lust of the
flesh," and to steal a march upon the demands of the world, is
an exercise of self-denial, honorable to God, "that shall in no
wise lose its reward." No remembrance of the past will be so
refreshing at a dying hour, as the time redeemed for
communion with God.
And, even should there be no actual enjoyment, at least let us
honor God by expectancy. I hoped in Your word. There can
be no exercise of faith in the neglect of prayer; but the ground
of faith, and that which gives to it life, hope, and joy, is the
view of God in His word as a promising God. Therefore when
His Providence opens no present encouragement, let us seek
it in His covenant. To hope in His word is to build up ourselves
upon "our most holy faith" and to lay all our desires, all our
cares, all our weights, and burdens, upon a solid, unsinking
foundation.
Well, therefore, were David's night-watches employed in
meditation in the word. For, in order to stay ourselves upon it
in time of need, it must occupy our whole study, thought, and
desire. Instability of faith arises from a want of fixed
recollection of the promises of God. This superficial habit may
suffice for times of quietness; but amid the billows of
temptation we can only cast "anchor sure and steadfast" in an habitual and intelligent confidence upon the full, free, firm
promise of the word. Let it therefore be the food of our
meditation, and the ground of our support, when our suit
seems to hang at the throne of grace without any tokens of
present acceptance. Often will it lift up our fainting hands, and
supply strength for fresh conflict, and the earnest of blessed
victory. The ground is always sure for faith. May the Lord ever
furnish us with faith enough for our daily work, conflict,
consolation, and establishment!
by
Charles Bridges
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