This World a
Wilderness, and the Christian a Pilgrim
PREFACE
The design of this essay is to contemplate the Christian's journey through
the wilderness of this world to a better land, even the Heavenly Canaan– to
point out, briefly, the way by which the Captain of our Salvation leads his
followers to glory. It has been the grand object of the author to make the
reader feel that he is a stranger and a pilgrim on earth– to make him
realize the solemn truth, that a man's life is vanity; that his days are as
a shadow which passes away; that mutability and dissolution are the
characteristics of all sublunary objects; that, "All, on earth, is shadow;
all beyond is substance."
When we look at the brevity and vanity of human life, we may well exclaim,
in the beautiful and touching reflection of Edmund Burke, "What shadows we
are, and what shadows we pursue!" And in the similar impressive language of
Patrick Henry, "l am but a poor worm of the dust, as fleeting and
unsubstantial as the shadow of the cloud that flies over the fields, and is
remembered no more!" Or we may rather open the pages of Holy Writ, and say,
with the wisest of men, "Vanity of vanities; all is vanity;" and with other
inspired penmen, "As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the
field so he flourishes; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone; and the
place thereof shall know it no more." "For what is your life? It is even a
vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away."
Amid the excitement and bustle of a busy world, it is to be feared that the
Christian too often forgets his true character as a pilgrim, journeying to
mansions of glory in the skies. Too apt is he to place his affections upon
those terrestrial objects by which he is surrounded in his pilgrimage. How
often is this the case with the young Christian, over whom the world, with
its delusive pleasures, exercises such a fascinating power. The author would
earnestly and affectionately entreat the young reader to pause with this
solemn reflection, 'I am but a traveler here.' Remember that you are passing
rapidly through a scene of shadows and death to a state of eternal
realities. O, then, we beseech you to live, as God's dear children, above
the world, with your eye directed to that blessed home in your Heavenly
Father's House, where the wicked shall cease from troubling, and where the
weary are at rest.
Should the few plain words here written be the means of inducing any to pass
the time of their sojourning here in the fear of God- of persuading them to
live and walk by faith in Christ– to rely, entirely, on his atoning blood
for salvation– the author will desire no other reward than the happiness of
knowing that he has been an humble instrument in the hand of God, for doing
good.
This essay is now cast, as a mite into the treasury of Biblical literature,
and commended to the blessing of Heaven. May it cheer the Christian pilgrim
as he journeys through this world of sin and sorrow, and lead him to strive
more earnestly for the glory, honor, and immortality of heaven– to cleave
more closely to Jesus, and to labor more zealously in his cause, so that,
when he comes to pass the valley of life he may enter the abodes of immortal
glory, and receive the Savior's plaudit and welcome, "Well done, good and
faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you
in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!" "Then the
King will say to those on the right, 'Come, you who are blessed by my
Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the
world.'" Matthew 25:34
This World a Wilderness, and the Christian
a Pilgrim
For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers:
our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding. 1 Chron.
29:15
We are here for only a moment, visitors and strangers in the land as our
ancestors were before us. Our days on earth are like a shadow, gone so soon
without a trace. 1 Chron. 29:15
We are aliens and strangers in your sight, as were all our forefathers. Our
days on earth are like a shadow, without hope. 1 Chron. 29:15
Beyond this darksome valley of tears and death there lies a bright and
joyous region of immortality, where weary pilgrims meet to stray no more. In
that happy land their wanderings will have forever terminated, and they
shall sit down in everlasting repose under the delightful shadow of the Tree
of Life, in the midst of the paradise of God, and enjoy, through the
blissful ages of glory, the presence and smiles of that Friend and Savior
who, in the tenderest love for them, once poured out his own most precious
blood on Calvary, that he might present them, faultless, before the throne
of Heaven!
O how transcendently glorious must be the future eternal home of the
Christian pilgrim! On those golden plains beyond the river of death, rays of
divine glory are beaming in full effulgence. There, the Sun of Righteousness
is shining in all his meridian splendor, making eternity one constant
noontide of untold and indescribable glory and blessedness– a day without
clouds. There, our Immanuel shall be as the "light of the morning when the
sun rises, even a morning without clouds."
Eternal day will dawn without a cloud. No gloom or darkness will ever
overspread those blissful realms beyond the shores of time. The celestial
world will always be irradiated by the glory of God and the Lamb, and the
redeemed shall forever bask in the gladsome sunshine of Infinite Love. In
that bright home of pilgrims, the Savior will conduct his ransomed ones to
living fountains of waters– streams of immortal joys, and God shall wipe
away all tears. In the presence of Jesus there is fullness of joy; at his
right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Eye has not seen, nor ear
heard, nor has the human heart ever conceived those things which God has
prepared for those who love him.
An exceeding and eternal weight of glory will crown every pilgrim who has
found the happy shores of Immanuel's Land. In the Palace of the King of
kings, all will be perfectly blessed, and from that "building of God, that
house not made with hands," there shall be no more going out; but we shall
forever be with the Lord, beholding his glory and enjoying the
soul-ravishing manifestations of his endearing love. O, happy abode of
Zion's pilgrims! O, sweet and pleasant world, where the balmy zephyrs of
Heaven refresh the weary soul; where there flows not a tear; where there
enters not a pain; where death itself shall be swallowed up in victory! This
is the heritage of those who fear the Lord.
But before our feet stand on the blissful shores of the heavenly Canaan, we
have to pass through a WILDERNESS scene. This world is that wilderness,
where Zion's pilgrims wander until they are taken home to glory. It is a
thorny pathway that leads to the realms of eternal day; but, by the grace of
God, the Christian is enabled to hold on the good way with joy, until he
passes through the wilderness and over Jordan, more than a conqueror through
Jesus, and takes up his seraphic song of triumph amid the undying splendors
of immortality.
In this little volume it is our design, as has been stated. to contemplate
the Christian in his pilgrimage to the promised land- the happy home of all
the true followers of Jesus. In this chapter there are two prominent ideas
which recur in our mind, and which deserve our serious consideration.
First, This world is a wilderness.
Second, The Christian is a pilgrim here.
I. THIS WORLD IS A WILDERNESS
To every child of God this world, with all its conceived pleasures, is
nothing but a wilderness– far from his Father's House; far from that goodly
land which he so ardently longs to see and to possess. This is the view
which every saint takes of earth; and it is a just one. What the wilderness
was to the children of Israel in their journey to the promised land, this
decaying scene is to the believer in his progress heavenward. It is not his
rest; it is not his home. On the contrary, it is a wilderness world of
trouble, from which he is coming up out of, and traveling to the mansions
above. The dark, rugged pathway lies through imminent dangers and
difficulties, which sometimes rise like mountains before the Christian
pilgrim, and threaten to retard his march to the land of immortality.
But it is a blessed consolation to know that Jesus guards the way to Mount
Zion; that he will allow no evil to befall us; that even here, in this
valley of tears, all things shall work together for our good. The sorrows
and bereavements of life render this earth a trying wilderness world to the
child of God. Here, the winds of adversity and floods of sorrow sweep along
our path, making us long to reach the blissful hill Of Zion, where "no
chilling blasts annoy," where all is blooming with immortal love and peace.
Here on earth, we are almost constantly distressed with difficulties, cares,
pains, and griefs, which render this a weary land– "a land of deserts and of
pits, a land of drought, and of the shadow of death."
It is SIN that makes this world a wilderness to the saint. On account of the
sin in his heart, he often faints, and is ready to die; he feels that this
is indeed a valley of weeping, and longs to arrive at the borders of the
wilderness, that he may cross into Canaan. Besides all this, he has to
encounter, in his journey, violent opposition from an ungodly, persecuting
world. This makes him cry out, with the Psalmist, "How I suffer among these
scoundrels of Meshech! It pains me to live with these people from Kedar! I
am tired of living here among people who hate peace." In the world, there
are fightings without, and fears within. How unlike this dark abode of sin
and misery are those radiant mansions far beyond the starry sky! There the
wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest.
2. THE CHRISTIAN IS A PILGRIM HERE
He has only a temporary residence in this valley of tears; his abiding home
is in that world "where momentary ages are no more." Now he is on his
journey to those tearless, blissful regions where he is to spend the
ceaseless, revolving ages of eternity. When the children of Israel were in
the wilderness, they had no permanent residence, but were continually roving
about from place to place; journeying to that goodly land which flowed with
milk and honey, and which was then the glory of all lands; "For the Lord
your God is bringing you into a good land of flowing streams and pools of
water, with springs that gush forth in the valleys and hills. It is a land
of wheat and barley, of grapevines, fig trees, pomegranates, olives, and
honey. It is a land where food is plentiful and nothing is lacking."
So the believer is a pilgrim on earth, with no continuing city, nor certain
place of abode, traveling through a dreary wilderness to that city which
shines in the highest noon of glory; to that land of blessedness and
immortality, where perennial streams of bliss issue from the eternal
Fountain of Life to refresh the weary soul, and where we may freely eat of
the fruit of the Tree of Life, in the midst of the paradise of God. How
impressive is the language of Moses to Hobab, in the wilderness: "We are
journeying unto the place of which the Lord said, I will give it you." The
hosts of Israel, instead of making their abode in the waste howling
wilderness, were marching forward to obtain possession of that land which
the Lord "swore unto their fathers, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, to give unto
them and to their seed after them."
Like those ancient pilgrims, we have a promised land in view, and onward is
our motto. Instead of seeking our home and our happiness in a perishing
world, we are pressing on to that glorious kingdom which Jesus, in his
boundless love, has gone to prepare for our reception, and which he has
promised to bestow on all those who love him; for he says: "I confer on you
a kingdom, just as my Father conferred one on me, so that you may eat and
drink at my table in my kingdom and sit on thrones, judging the twelve
tribes of Israel." And again; "Fear not, little flock; for it is your
Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom." So the Christian pilgrim,
animated by such precious promises, has good hope, through grace, of gaining
the happy shores of Canaan; of possessing the heavenly inheritance– of
making his eternal abode in the courts of Paradise; and of sitting down with
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, at the banquet of redeeming love, in the kingdom
of God.
With such glorious prospects in view, no wonder that he should look upon
earth as a barren, homeless world; that he should feel like a stranger and
sojourner in it. No wonder that he should speed his earthly flight to reach
the blissful skies. We are entreated by a compassionate Savior to seek the
better country. In the wilderness, the divine injunction to the children of
Israel was to march forward to the land of promise land. The Lord said to
Moses, "Now that you have brought these people out of Egypt, lead them to
the land I solemnly promised Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. I told them long ago
that I would give this land to their descendants."
The same solemn command, reminding us of our short pilgrimage on earth, is
sounding in our ears. It is the entreating voice of the Savior, calling upon
us to forsake this present evil world, and seek our portion in the fair
realms of eternal day. It is a voice of compassion and love that says to us,
"Arise, and depart; for this present world is not your rest. Seek first the
kingdom of God, and his righteousness." The Christian pilgrim obeys the
divine injunction; sets forward on his journey; leaves the world, looks
beyond this dying scene, gazes on the celestial Canaan, until its glories
beam upon his soul, until he breathes the pure atmosphere of the upper
world, until his ear hears the glorious melody of heaven and his eye catches
a glimpse of the king in his beauty, and of the land that is afar off.
O says the weary pilgrim, as onward he journeys with his eye directed
towards the heavenly Canaan. In yonder glorious world is my rest and abiding
home. Yes–
"There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!"
The Christian confesses that he is a pilgrim here. All the children of Zion-
all who have ever traveled to the Canaan on high, have acknowledged that
they were strangers and pilgrims in this wilderness world. Of those ancient
worthies who died in faith- in the bright hope of a blessed immortality
beyond the darksome grave, and who are held up in the precious volume of
inspiration, for our imitation in the Christian life– it is said, they
"confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth." To this land
of shadows and of death, their views were not confined. No. They looked
higher than earth. "They were looking for a better place, a heavenly
homeland. That is why God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has
prepared a heavenly city for them." Of Abraham, it is said, "And even when
he reached the land God promised him, he lived there by faith—for he was
like a foreigner, living in a tent. And so did Isaac and Jacob, to whom God
gave the same promise. Abraham did this because he was confidently looking
forward to a city with eternal foundations, a city designed and built by
God."
The earthly Canaan was but a type of the heavenly; and therefore the
patriarchs, overlooking the passing scenes of a sublunary world, elevated
their views to the true land of promise beyond the skies. In contemplating
his present state, each child of God is ready to exclaim with the Psalmist,
when addressing his Heavenly Father in earnest prayer, "Hear my prayer, O
Lord! Listen to my cries for help! Don't ignore my tears. For I am a
stranger with you—a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before
me." His feelings with regard to earthly objects are beautifully expressed
in the glowing language of the Christian poet–
"Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger to the world, unknown,
I all their goods despise
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies!
Not a foot of land do I possess;
No cottage in this wilderness:
A poor, wayfaring man;
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain!"
Thus the Christian pursues his journey and pitches his tent nearer and
nearer Canaan, until he reaches the banks of Jordan, where some appointed
herald of glory is ready to conduct his happy spirit to the bosom of
Abraham- to the mansions of rest- to the paradise of God.
The believer's life is a PROGRESSIVE one. All the true followers of Jesus
are daily advancing in their journey towards the realms of peace. They go
on, from strength to strength, through this wilderness scene, until every
one of them appears before God in the celestial Zion. Their earnest and
continued endeavors are to get nearer Heaven, to become ripe for glory;
hence, forgetting the things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those
which are before, they press toward the mark for the prize of the high
calling of God in Christ Jesus. They are not satisfied with their present
life in the wilderness. It has but little attractions for them. They are not
conformed to the world. They do not think of making their abode in this
valley of weeping; but onward they travel towards the land of Canaan- that
pleasant region which lies beyond the Jordan of death. Their course is
upward.
"All Christians," says the pious McCheyne, "are coming up out of the
wilderness. Sabbath days are like milestones- marking our way. Every real
Christian is making progress. If the sheep are on the shoulder of the
shepherd, they are always getting nearer the fold. With some, the shepherd
takes long steps. Dear friends, you should be advancing, getting higher,
nearer to Canaan, riper for glory. In the south of Russia, the country is of
vast plains, rising by steppes. Dear friends, you should get on to a higher
place, up another step every Sabbath day. In traveling, you never think of
making a house in the wilderness. So, dear friends, do not take up your rest
here; we are journeying. Let all your endeavors be to get on in your
journey."
We would earnestly invite you, gentle reader, to accompany us in our
pilgrimage to the heavenly country. We would beseech you, with the utmost
compassion for your immortal soul, to forsake the path of death, and follow
the way of life- the way to undying glory and felicity. In a word, we would
most affectionately say to you as Moses did to Hobab, "We are on our way to
the Promised Land. Come with us and we will treat you well, for the Lord has
given wonderful promises to Israel!" Numbers 10:29