the Third Week after Easter
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Daily Devotionals
The Poor Man's Morning and Evening Portions
May 13—Morning—Ezekiel 9:2
"And one man among them was clothed with linen, with a writer’s inkhorn by his side."—Ezekiel 9:2.
Pause, my soul, over this scripture. Who could this one man be, but Jesus, thy Mediator. Did not his garment of linen mark his righteousness, and the inkhorn to write down his people, his pierced side? Hath he not written in the book of life the names of all his redeemed, that none of them may be lost when he cometh to make up his jewels? And was it not with an eye to this the soldier pierced his side when by his death he had obtained eternal redemption for them, that he might with his precious blood mark his people, as a shepherd doth his sheep? Yes, thou dear Redeemer! surely I behold thee sweetly set forth in this scripture. Surely the Holy Ghost, who all along delighted to set thee forth under various similitudes before the old church, hath graciously represented thee here. Methinks I behold thee now coming forth in the white garment of thy spotless righteousness, with thy pierced side, to mark all thine, before the destroying angels go forth to the everlasting destruction of unawakened, unregenerated sinners. Methinks I hear thy blessed, gracious, compassionate voice, in the same tender tone of words as thou once didst utter to thy servant John: "Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out. And I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God: and I will write upon him my new name." Oh Lamb of God, fulfil these blessed promises in my soul! Mark me as thine, unto the day of redemption. Seal me as a signet in thine image, and give me that new name which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it. Then, amidst burning worlds, my soul will stand secure, being justified in thy righteousness, and sprinkled with thy blood; and I shall hear, with holy joy, that glorious, but awful voice, "come not near any man upon whom is the mark."
May 13—Evening—Song of Solomon 2:3
"I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste."—Song of Solomon 2:3.
My soul! hear what the church saith concerning her Lord, in those early and distant ages, before thy Redeemer became incarnate, and mark the strength of her faith and love. Did old testament saints thus sit down with a recumbency on the person, work, and finished salvation of Jesus, as those determined to arise no more, when they beheld Christ only through "the shadow of good things to come;" and shall not thy rest in Christ, and thy enjoyment of Christ, be equal, and even greater than their’s? For shame, my soul! let it never be said, that their views of Jesus, who was then yet to come, and had all the vast work of redemption to perform, were as lively as thine, or their delight in those fruits of his salvation, which they partook of by anticipation, sweeter to their taste, than they are now enjoyed by thee. Thou hast lived to see the whole completed, and canst, and dost look up, and behold thy Jesus returned to glory, having" finished transgression, made an end of sin," and now for ever seated at the right hand of God. Oh, thou dear Redeemer! give me to sit down under the sweet revelations of thy word, and in the gospel ordinances of thy church, and here by faith realize and substantiate all the blessings contained in the glories of thy person, the infinite and eternal merit and worth of thy righteousness, blood, and salvation; and have my whole soul, and body, and spirit, continually feasted with the rich fellowship and communion which there is to be enjoyed with the Father, and with his Son Jesus Christ! And surely, Lord, thou art all, and infinitely more than is here said of thee by the church. Thou art a shade for protection from every thing which can assault a poor weather-beaten soul, harassed by sin, by sorrow, and temptation. Well might the prophet describe thee as "the man that is as an hiding-place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, and as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land;" Isaiah 32:2. I find thee necessary as an hiding-place to shelter me from the wrath to come. I have sinned, and am justly exposed to the wrath of God. I find the accusations of conscience, the arrests of God’s law, the temptations of Satan, the alarms of justice; and, under all these, what but thy blood and righteousness can screen my poor soul, or make me secure in an hour of visitation? But, sheltered by thee, and justified by thy great salvation, I find every thing I need, to protect and secure me from the storm, "when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall." But, my soul, this sweet scripture doth not only set before thee thy God and Saviour as a shadow to sit under for protection, but as affording fruit also, to refresh thee in thy want of sustenance. Like some rich, luxuriant, and generous tree, which not only shelters the traveller from the scorching heat, but holds forth on its branches delicious fruit to regale and satisfy for food; so Jesus, by his person, work, and righteousness, protects his people from all evil; and by the fruits of his blood and redemption, supplies them with all good. Yes! blessed, bountiful Lord, thou art here again all these, and infinitely more; for the fruits of thy life, death, resurrection, ascension, and glory, give to thy redeemed, mercy, pardon, and peace, with all the fulness of covenant blessings in this life, and everlasting happiness in the life to come. O Lord! grant me then, day by day, and from night to morn, to sit down under thy shadow, that I may "revive as the corn, and grow as the vine." Yea, Lord, [ would so sit down, as one that had determined to rise no more; and having found thee, and in thee all I need to bid adieu to all the world holds dear; and, like Paul, "count all things else but dung and dross, that I might win Christ, and be found in thee, the Lord my righteousness."
