THREE ministers
of fame—in
different
ways—were got,
after much
searching and
epistolary
correspondence,
to come to the
burnside
communion, to
share between
them the duties
of the day.
He who first
enters the tent
is Mr Macphadrig,
a man now
verging on
sixty, but
looking younger
than his years
Until the 18th
of May, his
lines were cast
in pleasant
places. His
manse was
comfortable, and
his income above
the average. As
regarded a
family of young
children his
quiver was only
too full. But he
counted that for
gain ; and he
would not have
been afraid to
meet his enemy—
only he had
none—in the
gate, or
anywhere else.
No worry or care
about the
payment of
bills, or
troubles which
the future might
bring forth,
ever disturbed
his serenity. He
devoted to his
spiritual duties
all his time and
attention,
except when he
now and then
indulged in
boyish games and
romps with his
delighted
children. The
Disruption
altered entirely
his worldly
circumstances,
but he keeps
still the even
tenor of his
ways, and
scarcely
realises the
sacrifice he.has
made. The large
dark eyes now
earnestly gazing
into vacancy,
now flashing
with intense
inward light or
suffusing with
the dew of
infinite pity,
and the
sensitive lip,
which quivers
with tenderness
or stiffens with
righteous
indignation,
betoken a dreamy
poetic nature,
strong
exceedingly in
spiritual might,
weak exceedingly
in worldly
affairs.
The
wind is tempered
for the shorn
lamb. This
dreamy scholarly
minister, who
tries humbly to
walk with God,
and fails to
realise that
duty in any form
can be more than
ordinary
reasonable
service, has a
most practical
wife, much
younger than
himself, who
always balances
accounts on the
right side by
keeping down
expenses. As far
as ways and
means are
concerned, the
minister is
completely
subject to his
wife's awful
rule and right
supremacy. She
was given to
him—for the
marriage came
about in quite a
romantic
way—when he was
getting rapidly
ruined by
indiscriminate
charity,
stupidity in
business
matters, and
robbery of
servants. The
young bride was
not a month in
the manse before
she reduced
chaos to order
and excellent
comfort, and ere
long, all who
intimately knew
the minister and
his ways, said
he had just got
the helpmeet for
him. So he had;
and now in their
temporary place
of refuge, which
is a
semi-ruinous
thatched
farm-house, the
minister's wife
does not in the
least bemoan the
loss of former
comforts, but is
very thankful
that she has
seven
hungry-healthy
children, much
given to tearing
clothes and
ill-using boots,
and that the
little savings
of years in the
bank will
plentifully
suffice for
porridge and
milk, clothes,
shoes, and fire,
until the Free
Church can get
properly on her
feet, and secure
something like a
regular stipend
for every one of
the outed
ministers. She
studies very
intently the
Sustentation
Fund statistics,
and takes care
that all the
Free Kirk laity
in her own
district have no
excuse for not
paying their
kirk dues
according to
their means. One
of the
wholesomest of
women, both
morally and
physically, is
this handsome,
brave, and most
practical wife
of the
unpractical
minister; and
her crown of
glory is that
she worships her
husband as one
of God's holy
babes, who needs to
be carefully
tended and
defended by an
unworthy yet
willing and
loving helpmeet
like herself.
The lesson for
the day which Mr
Macphadrig
selected was the
first chapter of
the Epistle to
the Colossians,
and he took the
18th and 19th
verses of the
same chapter for
his text. He
used neither
full manuscript
nor notes. His
sermon, although
well compacted,
seemed to a
large extent to
be a spontaneous
outpouring.
After speaking
for a short time
on Christ's
headship over
the Universal
Church, he
turned to what
was to him the
greater subject,
Christ's
relations to men
individually, as
Saviour and
reconciler. So
the best part of
his discourse
did not hang
strictly to his
text, but gushed
like a fountain
of living water
from another
verse of the
same chapter—"Having made
peace through
the blood of His
cross, by Him to
reconcile all
things to
Himself."
He
spoke as a man
who felt
permitted, for
himself and the
whole world, to
trust much
further in the
redeeming
consequences of
the love
manifested by
the sacrifice on
Mount Calvary,
than the
Confession of
Faith and the
popular theology
of his Church
seemed to allow.
In its
reprobatory form
at least he
absolutely
ignored the
predestination
dogma, and he
even ventured to
throw out a
feeble hope,
like the tail of
a comet thrown
athwart the
voids of space,
that there might
finally be a
restitution of
all things, by
which the
dualism of good
and evil would
be reconciled
and made
intelligible to
finite minds.
When he came to
touch on the
question of the
day, his
language was
equally
charitable and
comprehensive.
The Church of
Christ was the
Church of all
the redeemed ;
and they could
not say—nor was
it fit for them
to know—who all
the redeemed
might be. They
could only be
sure that
responsibility
was in
proportion to
opportunity.
They might
confidently hope
that all, in all
ages, who to the
best of their
light and
opportunities
sought
diligently to
serve God and to
cultivate a
Christ-like
spirit, would be
found at the
Last Day among
the redeemed and
purified. The
little tape
lines of
Churches on
earth could not
span infinite
spice or measure
the infinite
love of the
All-Father for
all His
creatures. It
was not their
business to
judge ancient or
modern heathens,
who might
possibly be
nearer Christ
thin themselves,
although they
never heard of
His name. But it
was their duty
to judge
themselves by
the greatness of
the
opportunities
vouchsafed to
them; and to
pray humbly and
earnestly that
the Holy Spirit
should be their
guide and
instructor, so
that in the end
they would not
be found
unprofitable
servants.
Scotland in
their day was
going through an
ordeal of
sifting and
trial. The
Church of their
fathers had
sundered into
two halves. They
were now divided
from those who
used to be their
friends and
brethren in the
faith by a gulf
which could only
be bridged over
by true
Christian
charity. He
feared greatly
that they who
went out were
giving
themselves too
much credit for
their poor
sacrifice of
worldly
advantages; and
he feared still
more they were
not giving those
who opposed the
Non-Intrusion
movement
throughout fair
credit for their
honest
convictions. Let
them not set
themselves up as
judges of those
who did not see
eye to eye with
them. Let them
rather look needfully to
their own steps,
lest they should
walk into the
snare of
self-conceit,
and grievously
fall. The
Pharisees were
highly religious
men, who thought
they were
guarding and
advancing God's
cause when they
persecuted and
crucified
Christ. Paul,
when he set out
on his mission
to Damascus, was
burning with
religious zeal.
There could be
no doubt that in
many instances
the Papal
Inquisitors
could say,
believing their
words to be the
truth: —"Lord,
Lord, all these
things we do for
the sake of Thy
Church, and in
Thy holy name :
bless the good
work, and cause
Thy enemies to
be accursed and
crushed."
All
the Churches on
earth were mere
branches—some
more flourishing
and fruitful,
some more
sterile and
corrupt —of the
Universal Church
of which Christ
was the head.
The comforting
aid derived from
Church
fellowship was
important; but
it was far more
important that
even one
should for
himself
approach, like a
trusting child,
the footstool of
the Loving
Father, and be
persistent in
asking for
strengthening
help and the
communion of the
Holy Ghost.
Popes, priests,
and ministers
were too apt to
substitute
almost entirely
the aids,
crutches, and
small idols of
imperfect
worship,
ritualism, and
discipline for
the life-giving
faith that came
through each one
studying the
Scriptures for
himself, and
transacting his
own business
prayerfully and
obediently with
the All-Father.
The collective
grace and light
thus
individually
obtained, formed
the true
strength of
earthly
Churches, and
did more than
all things else
to advance
Christ's Kingdom
upon earth. In
truth, without
this individual
seeking after
the better life,
earthly Churches
were apt at
times to be
hindrances to
pure religion,
and
extinguishers of
living faith.
Let them
therefore seek
Christ, God made
manifest in the
flesh, the only
Mediator, the
Head of the
Universal
Church, the
Judge of all,
but also the
Lamb of God, who
came to take
away the sin of
the world. Let
them learn from
the Spirit of
Truth how to
walk humbly with
their Maker; and
let them seek
earnestly to
understand, even
if but darkly
and imperfectly,
the breadth,
length, and
depth of the
love of God, "
who so loved the
world that he
gave his only
begotten son,
that whosoever
believeth on him
should not
perish but have
everlasting
life."
Mr
Macphadrig's sermon
was not long.
The majority of
his hearers,
indeed, thought
it a great deal
too short. Much
of it was
outside the
rutted tracks of
customary
preaching. If
preached in
English,
heresy-hunters
could find
doubtful stuff
in it. There
could be no
doubt it was a
damper for the
effective
partisanship
people, with
their loud
self-praise, and
their glib
revilings of
black Moderates
and the
constituted
authorities of
the land.
Duncan Ban was
seated
conspicuously on
the top of the
highest dun.
Calum was on one
side of him and
Diarmad on the
other. At his
feet were Ewan
Mor, his sister
Jessie, Mary
Macintyre, and
other black
Moderates, young
and old. As
soon as Duncan
Ban and his
company occupied
this ground, one
of the holy
sisters gave it
the name of
Mount Gerizim;
and Ealag
published the
name among the
faithful while
people were
taking their
places before
the singing of
the first psalm.
Ealag and some
of the sisters
occupied the
next mound, and
they keenly
watched the
bearing of the
Moderates,
expecting they
should be made
to writhe under
well deserved
rebuke, and
threats of
brimstone
dressings for
remaining behind
in doomed
Babylon, when
their neighbours
escaped from
captivity and
returned to the
Land of Canaan.
But the sermon
was not the sort
of thing they
wished for that
day; and they
were bitterly
disappointed to
see Duncan Ban's
face glowing
with fascinated
admiration, and
with eyes half
closed, and hand
behind his ear,
listening as if
to a message
from the Land of
the Leal;. while
all the other
black Moderates,
young and old,
were as
attentive and
reverential as
if Mr Macphadrig
belonged to
their own kirk. |