"A Brother born for adversity."
To E. M., January 1859.
Under this character has my faith embraced our glorious
Emmanuel this morning, and found Him very precious. Oh! I wonder not that
the ancient Church so longed for His incarnation, and breathed out her
desires ardently, saying, "If only you were to me like a brother, who was
nursed at my mother's breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss
you, and no one would despise me." She had not the happy privilege of
finding Him—but had to go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of
frankincense to behold Him through the shadowy sacrifices. But we can say,
"Our next of kin—our Brother now," "That He might sanctify us with His own
blood, suffered outside the gate." Let us therefore "go forth to Him
outside the camp, bearing His reproach." "For we have no continuing
city here—but look for one to come." Oh! may we daily embrace Him "outside
the camp," cleave to Him in all His humiliation, and walk with Him in
the lowly path of suffering as the "Man of sorrows," who, in all our
tribulations, has a heart to sympathize and a hand to help us!
I know as one wave of trouble rolls over another, our
precious Elder Brother looks through the cloud to comfort us. This morning I
was struck with Exodus 14:24, the Lord looking through the pillar of fire
and of the cloud to trouble the Egyptians. It sweetly came to my mind, that
as God manifested in the flesh, He looks through the cloud of His humanity,
upon His people, with the tenderest love; while the same look troubles their
enemies, for He overcame them by the blood of His cross. Oh! that was
looking through the cloud and fire indeed, when by enduring the cross, and
drinking the fiery cup of wrath, He so troubled the hosts of hell, "Spoiling
principalities and powers," and triumphing over them in His cross. That look
was darkness and destruction to them—but it gives "light by night" to His
traveling pilgrims. Let us forever bless this precious Brother, born for
adversity.
Wishing you His blessed presence and guidance now, and at
every future step.
I remain, with warm love, your ever-affectionate,
unworthy,
Ruth