"Hide not thine ear at my breathing."Lamentations 3:56.
OUNG BEGINNERS IN GRACE are very apt to compare themselves with advanced disciples, and so to become discouraged; and tried saints fall into the like habit. They see those of God's people who are upon the mount, enjoying the light of their Redeemer's countenance, and, comparing their own condition with the joy of the saints, they write bitter things against themselves, and conclude that surely they are not the people of God. This course is as foolish as though the lambs should suspect themselves not to be of the flock because they are not sheep, or as though a sick man should doubt his existence because he is not able to walk or run as a man in good health. But since this evil habit is very common, it is our duty to seek after the dispirited and cast-down ones, and comfort them. That is our errand in this short discourse. We hear the Master's words, "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people," and we will endeavor to obey them by his Spirit's help.
The weakest saint upon his knees."
Whatever thy position, if thou canst not speak, cry; if thou canst not cry, groan; if thou canst not groan, let it be "groanings that cannot be uttered;" and, if thou canst not even rise to that, let thy prayer be at least breathinga vital, sincere desire, the outpouring of thine inner life in the simplest and weakest form, and God will accept it. In a word, when you cannot pray as you would, take care to pray as you can.
II. But, now, a second word of instruction. It is clear from the text, from many other passages of Scripture, and from general observation, that the best of men have usually found the greatest fault with their own prayers;we find here Jeremiah calling his prayer a breathing. This arises from the fact that they present living prayers in real earnest, and feel far more than they can express. A mere formalist can always pray so as to please himself. What has he to do but to open his book and read the prescribed words, or bow his knee and repeat such phrases as suggest themselves to his memory or his fancy? Like the Tartarian Praying Machine, give but the wind and the wheel, and the business is fully arranged. So much knee-bending and talking, and the prayer is done. The formalist's prayers are always good, or, rather, always bad, alike. But the living child of God never offers a prayer which pleases himself; his standard is above his attainments; he wonders that God listens to him, and though he knows he will be heard for Christ's sake, yet he accounts it a wonderful instance of condescending mercy that such poor prayers as his should ever resell the ears of the Lord God of Sabaoth.
If it be asked in what respect holy men find fault with their prayers; we reply, that they complain of the narrowness of their desires. O God, thou hast bidden me open my mouth wide, and thou wilt fill it, but I do not open my mouth. Thou art ready to bestow great things upon me. But I am not ready to receive great things. I am straitened, but it is not in thee; I am straitened in my own desires. Dear brethren, when we read of Hugh Latimer on his knees perpetually crying out, "O God, give back the gospel to England," and sometimes praying so long that he could not rise, being an aged man, and they had to lift him up from the prison-floor, and he would still keep on crying, "O God, give back the gospel to poor England;" we may well wonder that some of us do not pray in the same way. The times are as bad as Latimer's, and we have as good need to pray as he had, "O God, drive away this popery once again, and give the gospel to England." Then, think of John Knox. Why, that man's prayers were like great armies for power, and he would wrestle all night with God that he would kindle the light of the gospel in Scotland. He averred that he had gained his desire, and I believe he had, and that the light which burns so brightly in Scotland is much to be attributed to that man's supplications. We do not pray like these men; we have no heart to ask for great things. A revival is waiting, the cloud is hovering ever England, and we do not know how to bring it down. Oh, that God may find some true spirits who shall be as conductors to bring down the fire divine. We want it much, but our poor breathingsthey do not come to much morehave no force, no expansiveness, no great heartedness, no prevalence in them.
Then, how far we fail, in the matter of faith? We do not pray as if we believed. Believing prayer is a grasping and a wrestling, but ours is a mere puffing and blowing, a little breathingnot much more. God is true, and we pray to him as if he were false. He means what he says, and we treat his word as if it were spoken in jest. The master fault of our prayer is want of faith!
How often do we lack earnestness? Such men as Luther had their will of heaven because they would have it. God's Spirit made them resolute in intercession, and they would not come away from the mercy-seat till their suit was granted; but we are cold, and consequently feeble, and our poor, poor prayers, both in the prayer-meeting and in the closet, and at the family altar, languish and almost die.
How much, alas, is there of impurity of motive to mar our prayers? We ask for revival, but we want our own Church to get the blessing that we may have the credit of it. We pray God to bless our work, and it is because we would wish to hear men say what good workers we are. The prayer is good in itself, but our smutty fingers spoil it. Oh, that we could offer supplication as it should be offered! Blessed be God, there is One who can wash our prayers for us; but truly our very tears need to be wept over, and our prayers want praying over again. The best thing we ever do needs to be washed in the fountain filled with blood, or God can only look upon it as a sin.
Another fault good men see in their supplications is this, that they stand at such a distance from God in prayingthey do not draw near enough to him. Are not some of you oppressed with a sense of the distance there is between you and God? You know there is a God, and you believe he will answer you, but it is not always that you come right up to him, even to his feet, and, as it were, lay hold upon him and say, "O my Father, hearken to the voice of thy chosen, and let the cry of the blood of thy Son come up before thee." Oh, for prayers which enter within the veil, and approach to the mercy-seat. Oh, for petitioners who are familiar with the cherubim and the brightness which shines between their wings. May God help us to pray better. But this I feel sure ofyou who plead most prevalently are just those who will think the least of your own prayers, and be most grateful to God that he deigns to listen to you, and most anxious that he would help you to pray after a nobler sort.
III. A third lesson is this,the power of prayer is not be measured by its outward expression. A breathing is a prayer from which God does not hide his ear. It is a great truth undoubtedly, and full of much comfort too, that our prayers are not powerful in proportion to their expression, for if so the Pharisee would have succeeded best, since he evidently had the most gifts. I have no doubt if there had been a regular prayer-meeting, and the Pharisee and the Publican had attended, we should have called on the Pharisee to pray. I do not think the people of God would have enjoyed him quite, nor have felt any kinship of spirit with him, and yet very naturally on account of his gifts he would, have taken upon himself to engage in public devotion; or, if that Pharisee would not have done so, I have heard of other Pharisees who would. No doubt the man's spirit was bad, but then his expression was good. He could put his oration so neatly and pour it out so accurately. Let all men know that God does not care for that. The sigh of the Publican reached his ear and won the blessing, but the goodly phrases of the Pharisee were an abomination unto him. If our prayers were forcible, according to their expression, then rhetoric would be more valuable than grace, and a scholastic education would be better than sanctification. But, it is not so. Some of us may be able to express ourselves very fluently from the force of natural gifts, but it should always be to us an anxious question whether our prayer be a prayer which God will receive: for we ought to know, and must know by this time, that we often pray best when we stammer and stutter, and we pray worst when words come rolling like a torrent, one after another. God is not moved by words; they are but a noise to him. He is only moved by the deep thought and the heaving emotion which dwell in the innermost spirit. It were a sorry business for you who are poor, if God only heard us according to the beauty of our utterances; for it may be that your education was so neglected, that there is no hope of your ever being able to speak grammatically; and, besides, it may be from your limited information that you could not use the phrases which sound so well. But the Lord hears the poor, and the ignorant, and the needy; he loves to hear their cry. What cares he for the grammar? it is the soul he wants; and, if you cannot string three words of the Queen's English together correctly, yet, if your soul can breathe itself out before the most High anyhow, if it be but warm, hearty, sincere, earnest petitioning, there is power in your prayer, and none the less power in it because of its broken words, nor would it be an advantage to you, so far as the Lord is concerned, if those words were not broken, but were well composed. Ought not this to comfort us, then? Even if we are gifted with expression, we sometimes find that our power of utterance fails us. Under very heavy grief a man cannot speak as he was wont to do. Circumstances can make the most eloquent tongue grow slow of speech it matters not, your prayer is as good as it was before. You call upon God in public, and you sit down and think that your confused prayer was of no service to the Church. You know not what scales God weighs your prayers innot by quantity but by quality, not by the onward dress of verbiage, but by the inner soul and the intense earnestness that was in it does he compute its value. Do you not sometimes rise from your knees in your little room and say, "I do not think I have prayed, I could not feel at home in prayer?" Nine times out of every ten those prayers are most prevalent with God which we think are the least acceptable, but when we glory in our prayer God will have nothing to do with it. If you see any beauty in your own supplication God will not; for you have evidently been looking at your prayer and not at him. But, when your soul sees so much his glory that she cries, "How shall I speak unto theeI that am but dust and ashes?" when she sees so much his goodness that she is hampered in expression by the depth of her own humiliation, oh, then it is that prayer is best. There may be more prayer in a groan than in an entire liturgy; there may be more acceptable devotion in a tear that damps the floor of yonder pew, than in all the hymns we have sung, or in all the supplications which we have uttered. It is not the outward, it is the inward; it is not the lips, it is the heart which the Lord regards: if you can only breathe, still your prayer is accepted by the Most High.
I desire that this truth may come home to those of you who say, "I cannot pray." It is not true. If it were necessary that to pray you should talk for a quarter of an hour together, or that you should say pretty things, why then I would admit that you could not pray; but, if it is only to say from your heart, "God be merciful to me a sinner;" ay, and if prayer is not saying anything at all, but desiring, longing, crying for mercy, for pardon, for salvation, no man may say "I cannot," unless he be honest enough to add, "I cannot because I will not; I love my sins too well, and have no faith in Christ; I do not desire to be saved.'' If you will to pray, O my hearer, you can pray. He who gives the will joins the ability to it.
And oh! let me say, do not sleep this night until you have tried it. If you feel a burden on your heart, tell the Lord of it. Now, cover your face and speak with him. Even that you need not do, for I suppose Hannah did not cover her face when Eli saw her lips move, and supposed that she was drunken. Nay, your lips need not even move; your soul can now say, "Save me, my God, convince me of sin, lead me to the cross; save me to-night; let me not end another day as thine enemy; let me not go into the cares of another week unabsolved, with thy wrath hanging over me like a thundercloud. Save me, save me, O my God." Such prayers, though utterly wordless, shall not be powerless, but shall be heard in heaven.
IV. We will close with a fourth practical lesson,feeble prayers are heard in heaven. "Hide not thine ear at my breathing." Nobody else can hear a breathing, but God can and will hear it. The prophet used no translatable language; but the Lord Jesus is an interpreter, one of a thousand.
The language of their groans."
Why is it that feeble prayers are understood of God and heard in heaven? There are three reasons.
First. The feeblest prayer, if it be sincere, is written by the Holy Spirit upon the heart, and God will always own the handwriting of the Holy Spirit. Frequently certain kind friends from Scotland send me for the Orphanage some portions of what one of them called the other day "filthy lucre,"namely, dirty £1 notes. Now these £1 notes certainly look as if they were of small value. Still, they bear the proper signature, and they pass well enough, and I am very grateful for them. Many a prayer that is written on the heart by the Holy Spirit seems written with faint ink, and, moreover, it appears to be blotted and defiled by our imperfection; but the Holy Spirit can always read his own handwriting. He knows his own notes, and when he has issued a prayer he will not disown it. Therefore, the breathing which the Holy Ghost works in us will be acceptable with God.
Moreover, God our ever blessed Father has a quick ear to hear the breathing of any of his children. When a mother has a sick child, it is marvellous how quick her ears become while attending it. Good woman, we wonder she does not fall asleep. If you hired a nurse, it is ten to one she would. But the dear child in the middle of the night does not need to cry for water, or even speak; there is a little quick breathingwho will hear it? No one would except the mother; but her ears are quick, for they are in her child's heart. So, if there is a heart in the world that longs for God, God's ear is already in that poor sinner's heart. He will hear it. There is not a good desire on earth but that the Lord has heard it. I recollect when at one time I was a little afraid to preach the Gospel to sinners as sinners, and yet wanted to do so, I used to say," If you have but a millionth part of a desire, come to Christ." I dare say more than that now, but at the same time I will say that at onceif you have a millionth part of a desire, if you have only a little breathing, if you desire to be reconciled, if you desire to be pardoned, if you would be forgiven, if there is only half a good thought formed in your soul, do not check it, do not stifle it and do not think that God will reject it. Come with it. Oh, that you may be enabled to come to Christ's cross just now, even as you are, for God will hear even the breathing of your soul.
And, then, there is another reason, namely, that the Lord Jesus Christ is always ready to take the most imperfect prayer and perfect it for us. If our prayers had to go up to heaven as they are, they would never succeed; but they find a friend on the way, and therefore they prosper. A poor person has a petition to be sent in to some government personage, and if he had to write it himself it would puzzle all the officers in Downing-street to make out what he meant; but he is wise enough to find out a friend who can write, or he comes round to the minister, and says, "Sir, will you make this petition right for me? Will you put it into good English, so that it can be presented?" And then the petition goes in a very different form. Even thus the Lord Jesus Christ takes our poor prayers, fashions them over again, and presents the petition with the addition of his own signature, and the Lord sends us answers of peace.
And, once more. The feeblest prayer in the world is heard because it has Christ's seal to it. I mean, he puts his precious blood upon it, and wherever God sees the blood of Jesus he must and will accept the desire which it endorses. Go thou to Jesus, sinner, even if thou canst not pray, and let the breathing of thy soul be, "Be merciful to me, wash me, cleanse me, save me," and it shall be done; for God will not hear your prayer so much as hear his Son's blood, "which speaketh better things than that of Abel." A louder voice than yours shall prevail for you, and your feeble breathings shall come up to God covered over with the omnipotent pleadings of the great High Priest who never asks in vain.
I have been aiming thus to comfort those distressed hearts who say they cannot pray, but ere I close I must add, how inexcusable are those who, knowing all this, continue prayerless, godless, and Christless. If there were no mercy to be had, you could not be blamed for not having it. If there were no Savior for sinners, a sinner might be excused for remaining in his sin. But, there is a fountain, and it is openwhy wash ye not in it? Mercy is to be had "without money and without price"it is to be had by asking for it. Now, sometimes, poor men are shut up in the condemned cell to be hanged, and suppose they could have a free pardon for the asking for it, and they did not do it, who would pity them? God will give his blessing to every soul who is moved to seek for it sincerely at his hands on this one sole and alone conditionthat that soul will trust in Jesus. And even that is not a condition, for he gives repentance and faith, and enables sinners to believe in his dear Son. Behold Christ crucified, the saddest and the gladdest sight the sun ever beheld! Behold the eternal Son of God made flesh, and bleeding out his life! A surpassing marvel of woe and love! A look at him will save you. Though ye be on the borders of the grave and on the brink of hell, by one look at Jesus crucified your guilt shall be cancelled, your debts for ever discharged before the throne of God, and yourselves led into joy and peace. Oh, that you would give that look! Breathe the prayer, "Lord, give me the faith of thine elect, and save me with a great salvation." Though it be only a breathing, yet, as the old Puritan says, when God feels the breath of his child upon his face he smiles; and he will feel your breath and smile on you, and bless you. May he do so, for his name's sake. Amen.