A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, April 23, 1871, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

And when they came to Marah, they could not drink from the waters of Marah for they were bitter: therefore the name of it was called Marah. And the people murmured against Moses, saying, “What shall we drink?” And he cried to the Lord, and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had thrown it into the waters, the waters were made sweet. (Exodus 15:23-25)

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1. What a sudden change from the sound of the tambourine to the voice of murmuring! You saw the maidens dancing three days ago, and you little dreamed that they would take part in that clamorous throng who surround the servant of God, and cry, “What shall we drink?” Such are the changes of our outward conditions and of our inward feelings, so fickle and so mutable is man. What is there that can be rested upon in this mortal life? We say today, “My mountain stands firm, I shall never be moved”; tomorrow, as for terra firma there is none, and we are tossed upon a stormy sea. Our life is like an April day, the sunshine alternates with the shower; or like each day of all the year, the morning and the evening are required to complete it. Quick on the heels of light treads the darkness, followed with equal haste by light again. The sun’s rule, at this golden hour, is only temporary; it must abdicate in favour of the usurping stars, but they, in their turn, must give way before its lordly presence yet again. This world, which is our inn, is identified by the sign of the “chequers” — the blacks and whites are everywhere. We can be sure of nothing between here and heaven of the things which are seen; but of this we may be certain, that underneath all the outward change there is the immutable love of God towards his people, and that, after all, the change lies only in the seeming things, not in the things which truly are; for the things which are not seen are eternal and changes do not happen there; it is only in the things which are seen that the change occurs. Let us set less value on earthly things, because their form does not remain. Let us prize heaven all the more, because it cannot fade.

2. I. The text directs your attention, first of all, to THE EVILS OF THE WILDERNESS.

3. We need not spend much time in thinking of these evils, because they throw themselves in our way often enough; and the tendency of our mind is to unduly exaggerate them. Notice that the perils and trials of the wilderness occur very early in the pilgrim life. It is a notion, I have no doubt, of very young Christians who still have the shell upon their heads and are scarcely hatched, that their trials are over now that they have become winged with faith; it would have been far better for them to consider that their trials have just begun with tenfold force, now that they are numbered with the servants of the Most High. Whatever else does not come to you, oh servant of God, this will surely be fulfilled, “In the world you shall have tribulation.” “What son is he whom the Father does not chasten?” Some privileges are not common to all the adopted, but the privilege of chastisement is universal for all true sons. It is the sign of a bastard if the rod is spared, but scourging, is the sure pledge of paternal love. I say, however, that these trials come very soon. Israel was no sooner across the Red Sea than they went three days into the wilderness of Shur, but found no water; and on the third day, when they did arrive at a fountain, they found it to be worse than no water, for it was so brackish, so altogether unfit for drinking, that though they thought they would have drunk anything, they could not possibly drink this. What, in three days, must those who sang to the Lord because he triumphed gloriously, become nauseous over the water for which their thirst makes them pant? In three days shall they be reduced to such straits that they must drink or die, and yet feel that they would die if they were to drink of such nauseous streams? Ah yes, with some of us our delight at conversion was very great, our exhilaration at finding the Saviour was something never to be forgotten, and yet only a day or so after we were tripped up by a great temptation, amazed at the discovery of the evil of our hearts, or tried by the coldness of our fellow Christians, or the cruelty of the outside world, so that we found we had come to Marah. And this was all the more severe trial, because some of us had found a degree of pleasure in the ways of sin, and now it amazed us to find sorrow in the ways of God. When Israel was in Egypt, they drank from the Nile River. That was no ordinary water. To this day the dwellers on the banks of the Nile assert that the water has a particular taste not to be found in any other stream, and they prefer the waters of the Nile to all the waters in the world besides. What a change from the sweetness of the Nile to the bitterness of Marah! Did not the suggestion rise in their hearts, “It was better with us in the bondage of Egypt, with water in abundance, than it is now in the liberty of the wilderness with the bitterness of Marah?” The devil tempted some of us at the very first by saying: “See what you have gained by being a Christian. While you were as others are, your mind had mirth; now you have come out and followed the Crucified, you have lost the liveliness of your spirits, the brightness of your wit — what made life worth having is taken away from you.” Young Christian, is that your case today? Do not be fooled and neither believe the enemy. Man, it would be better to die at Marah free, than to live as a slave by the sweet Nile. Even men who do not know the Spirit of God have felt it would be better to die free than live as slaves, and truly to be a slave to Satan is so degrading a thing, that if this mouth were for ever filled with Marah’s bitterness, yet it would be better to be so than to be enchanted with the pleasures of sin. Yet these early trials are very severe, and need much grace lest they cause us great mischief.

4. Secondly, these evils assume varied forms. You noticed that for the first three days in the wilderness they found no water; that is one trial. But the next day, or at the end of the third day, they found water. Now they thought their trial was over: alas! it had only changed its form. They found water, but it was too bitter to drink. Do not be in a hurry to change your trials, dear friends. We have heard of some who have repined that they had no children, and, like Rachel, their cry was, “Give me children, or else I die.” Before long they have had children who proved to be far worse than none. Better no son than an Absalom. We have known those who were in good health, but were discontented because they had no wealth; they have gained wealth at last, but with an injured constitution, they have had no power to enjoy it. If we could choose our trials, we might well remember the wisdom of the old philosopher, who told the people oppressed by a tyrant to be content with his tyranny, “for,” he said, “it is with oppressors as with mosquitoes, let those suck which are now upon you, for if you drive those off, the fresh ones which will succeed them will be hungrier than those who are there now: better be content with the tyranny you have, than to seek a new one.” It is much the same with the trials we now feel; you will get used to them by degrees: they will spend their force. Desire for a change of trials may only be a wish for a worse affliction, for which was worse, to have no water, or to have the water and to find it so bitter that you could not drink it?

5. However when God changes the trial be well satisfied that it should be changed. You may anticipate, Christian, that you will have your trial changed: indeed, you must consider that it is so. I mean, that if today it is smooth sailing with you, though yesterday’s waves rolled as high as mountains, it is only a change of trial — you are now tried by prosperity, which may prove to be a more severe test for you than adversity. Is the wind balmy? Does it blow from the south? It is only another trial for you, be sure of that, for those who have withstood the northern blast and grown all the ruddier and stronger for its influence, have often grown faint and weary under softer breezes. Watch in all things, your trials are with you constantly; the crucible is changed but the fire still burns.

6. Notice again, that as the trials of the wilderness came soon, and assumed various forms, so often do the trials of the Christian touch very vital matters. They found no water, or finding it, it was bitter. It is not said they found no wine — a small trial indeed; it is not said they found no milk, yet the infant children might have been severely troubled by such a need; but they found no drinkable water. Here was a denial of an essential of life. They must have water, it was no luxury, it was a necessity; with the hot, burning sand beneath them reflecting the fierce heat of a cruel sun, not to have water in the wilderness is to feel an urgent necessity producing a terrible pain. God may touch us, and probably has done so or will, in the most vital points. To be tried in the loss of some of your luxuries, my brethren, is only little; but to lose even the little that you had to live upon, to be brought to scarcity of food, this is real tribulation. To have the hand extended to touch your bone and your flesh, this is affliction. Believe me, our virtues and graces look very fine, and we think much of them until they undergo that ordeal, but that test often takes from them their gloss and beauty; we find how great our weakness is at the time when the very marrow of our bones seems to be a den in which pains, like robbers, hide themselves. God may touch you in the most beloved object of your heart. It is not one child that is taken out of many, but the only one; it is not a friend, or distant relative, but the partner of your bosom is laid low. Do not wonder if the trial affects you greatly, and comes home to your soul and heart. It is one of God’s determinations that trials shall not be mock trials with his servants, and the grace given shall not be imaginary, but true. God never plays at chastening his children. No trial for the present seems to be joyous, but grievous. By the blueness of the wound the heart is made better; if it does not bruise, it does not benefit. Very much in proportion to the bitterness felt will be the benefit that will result. They found no water. Oh my God, to what straits do you reduce your own people; your own people who carry with them the title deeds of a land that flows with milk and honey! Jordan and Kishon are theirs, and yet they find only Marah to drink while they are here; your own people for whom you have appointed that they shall dwell in a land of brooks and rivers of water, where every man shall sit under his vine and fig tree; these, your darlings, whom you have brought out with a high hand and an outstretched arm, are brought to the extreme of poverty, and the little that they have often has a bitter taste infused into it.

7. Notice once again, there is a reason why the earthly mercies which supply our needs must be more or less bitter. When Israel received water from the rock it was not bitter, but this water came out of the sand. To this day in the desert, water is found in different places, but where it oozes up from a sandy bed it is almost without exception so brackish and bitter, by reason of the sand, that it is not fit for human drinking; and even the camels, unless they are severely pressed, turn away from it with great aversion. The sand has tainted it, the flavour of earth has corrupted the blessing. So it is with most of our blessings; by reason of our sin and infirmity too much of the flavour of earth enters into the gift of heaven. Our common mercies, when we receive them directly from heaven as God gives them, are mercies indeed — cool, flowing streams that gush from the rock of his favour; but we are so apt to trace them to the creature, so ready to look upon them as derived from earth instead of coming from heaven; and just in that proportion may we expect to find bitterness in them. What can you hope for in a wilderness, but an environment natural to it? Canaan! who looks for bitterness there? Is it not the land that flows with milk and honey? Sweet land, when shall we reach you? Your sweetness is only natural. But here, in this wilderness, where we have no continuing city, who looks for the streams of Lebanon? Who hopes to find Canaan’s fruits in the wilderness of Sin? You may as well seek to gather from the briny sea the sweet fruits of the date palm or the luscious clusters of the vine, as hope to find, amidst these changing scenes, comforts that shall be all comforting and joys that shall be all joyous. No, they will be comforts, but they will be often embittered; they will be somewhat joyous but the earthy flavour in them will make us remember that this is not our rest.

8. I do not know if I ought to detain you longer with these evils of the wilderness. I do not feel it is wrong to speak of them, for we do not mention them with any view of discouraging those who have set out on the pilgrimage; we are not like those who hold up their hands and say, “The lions, the giants, the dragons; young pilgrim, you will never reach the land of promise”; but yet we would imitate the Saviour, who said to the follower who thought he could follow him wherever he might go, “Sit down, and count the cost.” There are trials for you, you followers of Christ, if there are none for others — there are particular trials for you, particular joys ten thousand times outweighing them, but yet particular griefs, new griefs of a new life of which it will be a blessed thing to have been a participant; but there they are, and we will not deceive you. For you there will be Marahs that others may not know, and for you there will be long thirsts where others drink to the full; nevertheless, we will take Christ and his reproach, Christ and his Marah, rather than the world with its sweetness, for with every drawback that is imagined by following Christ Jesus, he is still better than the world with all the additions that can be invented by the sons of mirth.

9. II. So much on the first point, the evils of the wilderness. Now, secondly, THE TENDENCY OF HUMAN NATURE.

10. The people murmured against Moses, saying, “What shall we drink?” Do not say “human nature,” one says; say, “the tendency of Jewish nature.” Ah, but if anything, I would prefer the people in the wilderness to any other: rest assured that they were no worse than we are. They are an example to us of what our heart is; and whatever we see in them we have only to wait a little, and we shall see it all in ourselves. It was not Jewish nature that God proved in the wilderness so much as human nature in its very best state. Assuredly, the tendency of human nature is to murmur. They murmured, complained, found fault. A very easy thing, for the very word “murmur,” how simple it is, made up of two infantile sounds — mur mur. No sense in it, no wit in it, no thought in it: it is the cry rather of a brute than of a man — murmur — just a double groan. It is easy for us to kick against the providences of God, to give utterance to our griefs, and what is worse, to the inference we drew from them that God has forgotten to be gracious. To murmur is our tendency; but, my dear brothers and sisters in Christ, do we mean to let the tendencies of the old nature rule us? Will we murmur? Oh that we might have grace rather to say with Job, “Although he slays me, still I will trust in him!” Shall a living man complain? Have we not received so much good from the hands of the Lord that we may well receive evil without rebellion? Will we not disappoint Satan, and overrule the tendency of the flesh, by saying in the might of God’s Spirit, “The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.” I know we are apt to say, “Well, that is human nature,” and when we have said it is human nature, we suppose we have given a very excellent excuse for doing it. But is human nature to rule the divine nature? You, believer, profess to be a partaker of the divine nature. Let the superior force govern, let what comes from above be uppermost, and put the lower nature down; let us avoid murmurings and complainings, and magnify and adore the God who lays our comforts low.

11. Observe — and this is worthy of notice — that the murmuring was not ostensibly against God. They murmured against Moses. And have you ever noticed how most of us, when we are in a murmuring mood, are not honest enough to murmur distinctly against God. No: the child is dead, and we form a conjecture that there was some wrong treatment on the part of the nurse, or the surgeon, or ourselves; we lay our hold on that for which there may not be a shadow of proof, and the murmuring is upon that point. Or we have lost money, and have been brought down from opulence to almost poverty; then some person was dishonest, a certain party betrayed us in a transaction by failing to fulfil his part; all the murmuring is heaped on that person. We deny, perhaps indignantly, that we murmur against God; and to prove it we double the zeal with which we murmur against Moses. To complain about the second cause is about as sensible as the conduct of the dog, which bites the stick with which it is beaten. It owes no anger to the stick, but to the person who uses it. Is there evil in the city and the Lord has not done it? Whoever is the instrument, the Lord overrules. In our heart of hearts our rebellion is against the Lord himself. We have not quite honesty enough to rail against God openly and avowedly, and so we hypocritically cover up our repining against him by murmuring against some person, occasion, or event. “If I had not happened to go out on such an occasion I might not have had that cold and been laid aside.” So we blame an accidental circumstance, as if it were not part of the divine arrangement. Is this complaining about the second cause better than railing against God? I do not think so, for, in very deed, it is railing against God, and it is, in addition, an injustice to the second cause which was made the excuse for our murmuring. It was unjust when Pharaoh ordered the Israelites to make bricks and gave them no straw, but when the Israelites gathered around Moses and virtually told him that he ought to supply them with water, it was much the same thing. From where should this man get water to give them to drink? How could he sweeten Marah? They knew very well that it was not possible for him to open a well for them in the wilderness; they complained, I say, in their hearts, really against God, but they added to this the hypocrisy and the injustice of veiling their murmuring against the Most High by an unjust and clamorous complaint against his servant Moses. Hold your tongue, my brother; cease your complaining against this and that, against him or her; for be sure that you are doing injustice to your fellow man as well as a wrong to your God.

12. Once more, while we speak of this tendency in human nature, I want you to observe how they betrayed an utter unbelief of God. They said to Moses, “What shall we drink?” They really meant by it, “By what means can God supply our lack of water?” What a question! They were at the Red Sea, and God divided the intervening gulf in two, they marched dryshod through its depths; there is Marah’s water — shall it be more difficult for God to purify than to divide? To sweeten a fountain — is that more difficult than to cleanse a sea? Is anything too hard for the Lord? A great miracle had been performed; had they only considered it, and exercised even the lowest degree of faith, they must have seen that he who could work such a miracle as they had seen could still work another; and they might joyously have stood at Marah’s brink, and have sung, “He who threw Pharaoh and his chosen captains into the Red Sea, and delivered his people, can give his chosen drink, therefore we sing, ‘Spring up, oh well, and let your waters be sweet and clean.’ ” Oh that they had faith in God only as a grain of mustard seed, and they would have seen great things, and glorified his name. Do you blame them? Do so; blame them much, but include yourselves in the censure. How often has it been so with us? We have said, “I will never distrust my God after this memorable deliverance, this exceptional display of his power has killed my unbelief”; yet a new trial has occurred, and where was our faith? Had the Son of Man himself been on the earth with those keen eyes to discern the faith which he himself creates, could he find faith in us in the hour of tribulation? Be humbled as you see yourselves in this mirror. Behold your instability, which is as water. How much we are like reeds shaken with the wind; or like meteors, which flash across the brow of night, to leave the darkness more dense than before. How soon is the glory of our confidence spent, and the excellence of our faith withered. Hold our feet in life, great God, or we shall soon be silent in darkness.

13. III. Now, thirdly — and may divine help, the help of the Holy Spirit be given to me — I will speak upon THE REMEDY OF GRACE.

14. I have shown you the evils of the wilderness and the tendency of nature: it is delightful to behold the remedy of grace. First, if you would have Marah’s bitterness healed, take the case in prayer to God. God begins by making us begin. The people complained to Moses; Moses took the complaint to his Master. In all trials, the surest way to a remedy is prayer. In the heavenly pharmacy, prayer is a catholicon; it heals all things. Prayer, which overcomes heaven, will certainly never be overpowered on earth. Neither men nor demons can stand against prayer: it strikes them hip and thigh like another Samson. The arrow of prayer does not return empty; it is swifter than an eagle, it is stronger than a lion. Take your case to God, oh heir of trouble; unroll Rabshakeh’s letter before the Most High, and the Lord will silence his revilings. Half the work is done when it is brought before God in supplication.

15. Notice next that as soon as we have a prayer God has a remedy. The remedy is near at hand; but we do not know it until it is shown to us. “The Lord showed him a tree.” The tree had been growing for years on purpose to be used. God has a remedy for all our troubles before they happen to us. It is a delightful observation to notice how God anticipates himself; how long before we reach the encampment, if there is the bitter well, there is also the healing tree. All is ready between here and heaven. He who has gone to prepare a place for us by his presence, has prepared the way to that place for us by his providence. But, brethren, though for every trouble in this mortal life there is a remedy, you and I do not always see it. “The Lord showed him a tree.” I am persuaded that for every lock in Doubting Castle there is a key, but the promises are often in great confusion in our minds, so that we are perplexed. If a blacksmith should bring you his great bundle of keys, you would have to turn them over, and over, and over; and try half of them, perhaps two thirds, before you would find the right one; indeed, and perhaps the right one would be left to the last. It is always a blessing to remember that for every affliction there is a promise in the word of God; a promise which handles the case, and was made on purpose for it. But you may not always be able to find it — no, you may go fumbling over the Scriptures long before you get the true word; but when the Lord shows it to you, when it comes with power into the soul, when the heart can grasp it, and cry, “Indeed, that is the word, my Master; indeed and truly that is the precious truth which can sweeten my sad discomforts,” oh, what a bliss it is! All glory be to the Holy Spirit, who to this day is always ready to show to his praying servants the sweetening tree when they come to the bitter streams.

16. Now that remedy for the healing of Marah’s water was a very strange one. Why should a tree sweeten the waters? I do not suppose there was any natural efficacy in the tree, although that would not be altogether impossible, since there are trees, so travellers tell us, which have been used in the sweetening of waters. There is in South Africa a certain river, which water cannot be drunk until branches of a certain tree are placed in it, and then the bitterness which is in the stream settles to the bottom, and the water becomes drinkable. The thing is not unnatural nor altogether necessarily supernatural, though I think in this case it was supernatural, for there are no trees found now in the wilderness of Shur that would have the effect of sweetening brackish waters. This was no doubt a miraculous incident, and it was also meant to teach us something. The fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil was eaten by our first parents and embittered all; there is a tree of life, the leaves of which are for the healing of the nations. Blessed is he who eats from this tree of life; it shall take away from him the bitterness which the first forbidden fruit brought into the world. A tree is a living thing: may we not learn that there are living principles in true religion which will sweeten our adversities? Mere doctrines may not, but living principles will; these when cast into our troubles will assuage our grief.

17. Best of all, may this tree cut down not be an emblem of the Saviour? He was indeed a glorious tree with spreading branches, and a top reaching to heaven — but he must suffer the axe for our sakes; and now, today, contemplating his atoning sacrifice, and by faith resting in him, the troubles of life and the troubles of death are sweetened by his dear cross, which, though it is a bitter tree in itself, is the antidote for all the bitterness that comes upon us here and hereafter.

18. That remedy was most effective. When they cut down the tree, and put it into the water, it turned the water sweet — they could drink from it; and let me assure you, that in the case of our trouble, the cross is a most effective sweetener. Shall I put the tree into the water for a minute, and then ask you to drink? Have you been suffering pain, or any other form of tribulation? I will lay the cross soaking in it for a minute, and your first reflection will be — “In all this that I am called to suffer there is not even a single particle of punishment for my sin; God has punished Christ, consequently he cannot punish me: to punish two for one offence would be unjust, therefore there is nothing penal in all that I am suffering.” I do not know of any reflection more consoling than this, that my sorrow is not laid on me by a judge, nor inflicted on me as the result of divine anger. There is not a drop of wrath in an ocean of a believer’s grief. Does that not take the bitterness out of affliction and make it sweet? And then the reflection goes further. Since Christ has died for me, I am God’s dear child; and now if I suffer, all my suffering comes from my Father’s hand — indeed, more, from my Father’s heart. He loves me, and therefore makes me suffer; not because he does not love, but because he does love he afflicts me so. In every stripe I see another sign of paternal love. Doing this sweetens Marah’s waters indeed.

19. Then will come the next reflection — that a Father’s love is joined with infinite wisdom, and that, therefore, every ingredient in the bitter cup is measured out drop by drop, and grain by grain, and there is not one pang too many ever suffered by an heir of heaven. The cross is not only weighed to the pound but to the ounce, indeed, to the lowest conceivable grain. You shall not have one half a drop of grief more than is absolutely necessary for your good and God’s glory. And does this not also sweeten the cross, that it is laid on us by infinite wisdom, and by a Father’s hand?

20. Ravishing, indeed, is the reflection in the midst of all our grief and suffering, that Jesus Christ suffers with us. In all your affliction, oh member of the body, the Head is still a partaker. The sympathies of the Redeemer are deep, acute, certain, quick, and infallible; he never forgets his saints.

21. All the while the Lord lays his chastening hand upon his servants they may be cheered by this reflection, that in this he is making them conformable to Christ. What should they know of Gethsemane if they had no sweat of pain? What should they know of the passion if they never had to cry, “I thirst,” or “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” They would be poor scholars in the school of Christ’s sufferings if they endured no sufferings themselves; and it is a blessed thing, a sweet thing to drink from his cup, and to be baptised with his baptism.

22. Moreover, when the child of God is in his right state, it is always enough for him that his condition is the result of his Father’s will. Is it God’s will? Is it Christ’s will? Then it is my will. How could I dare to wish anything to be otherwise than divine love appoints?

23. I only know that sometimes it will become for the Christian a subject of joy that Marah is bitter. For suppose Marah had been sweet, then, Moses would not have prayed to God, and then the tree would not have been cut down, and they would never have known the power of God to sweeten bitter waters. It must be an awful thing to live an unaffiliated life on earth. You say it must be a very delightful thing. I have no doubt it may be from some aspects; but a person who has had no sickness, how can he have a sympathetic heart? What service can he render in cheering the people of God? If you never had any trials, I should suppose, unless something very extraordinary happened, that you would become harsh, and untender; I am afraid some would grow brutal, coarse, hard of heart. Who wishes, where others have to suffer, to claim an immunity from a blessing which brings rich consolations with it, and works eternal benefits? Beloved, this is always one thing that sweetens Marah so that afterwards it produces the comforting fruits of righteousness. Our trials are not sent to us alone and by themselves; there is sufficient grace sent with them by which they are made available as means to sanctify us, and make us fit to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light.

24. I will not keep you much longer upon this point, but I must notice, that while I have shown you that the remedy is very efficacious, it is something more than efficacious: it is transcendant. The water was bitter, but it became absolutely sweet. The same water that was bitter became sweet, and the grace of God, by leading us into contemplations that spring from the cross of Christ, can make our trials themselves to become pleasant to us. It is a triumph of grace in the heart when we not only acquiesce in trouble, but even rejoice in it. “We glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation works patience.” It is a grand thing when we can truly say that concerning the rod of the covenant we would not escape it if we could. It becomes in the judgment of wisdom so good a thing to be tried, that although we would not seek for it still we accept it with something more than readiness, and the bitter thing becomes sweet to us.

25. Let me say, and I am finished with this part of the subject, that the remedy which is suggested to us by a spiritualizing of text, is efficacious for all trials, and will be found especially so for the bitter waters of death at the last. With all that can be said about death it is not a pleasant subject for contemplation, and needs to be viewed in connection with covenant consolations. Certain brethren buoy themselves up with the hope of escaping death by the second Advent. I am not certain that they are wiser than David who did not hope to avoid the valley of the shadow of death, but trusted that he should fear no evil in it, because the rod and staff would be his support. The death of Christ robs death of its terrors. The prospect of the resurrection and the certainty of immortality make us say, “Surely the bitterness of death is past!”

26. May it be remembered that if the cross avails to sweeten all the bitterness of our mortal life, and even the last bitterness of death, it is assuredly available this morning to sweeten the bitterness of our present sorrow. Did you drink the quassia cup this morning before you came here? Do you feel desponding at this moment, my brother, my sister? Go to your Saviour at once, view him suffering on your behalf, behold the completion of your reconciliation to God, see the security of your soul through the finished work of your glorious Surety, take down your harps from the willows, put away your ashes, ask the Lord to anoint you with the oil of joy instead of mourning, and even at the waters of Marah lift up your song again, and let the tambourine still be heard. “Sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously: he has turned Marah’s bitterness to sweetness, he has cut down the mighty tree which he gave for us, and which yielded itself to the axe for us, and into the bitter stream the tree is thrown, and now after that, oh Marah, you are sweet indeed.” Did you come here this morning as Naomi when she returned to her town and said, “Do not call me Naomi, call me Mara: for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.” Ah, when she dandled on her knee and held in her fond bosom the child of Ruth and Boaz, the joy of her old age, she was glad to think the neighbours had not changed her name, and she was willing enough to be still called Naomi. Do not call yourself Marah, but remember the new name which the Lord has given to you. Do not call the bitter pool itself Marah; do not be so ready to affix names of sad memorials, your griefs are apt enough to gall your memory; do not help them to sting you. Call the well by another name; forget Marah, and remember Jehovah-Rophi, the Lord who heals both you and the waters. Record the mercy rather than the sorrow, and give thanks to the Most High.

27. Now, in closing, someone will say, “This is a very curious missionary sermon.” Yes, but you see I did not appoint the missionary sermon for today: my brethren did that, and certainly I did not arrange my own sickness, in order to make it fall on this day. How can I dance to the sound of the tambourine when I am feeble and sad? If I had the choosing of my own state of health and mind, I would have the choosing of my own texts, and make them always suitable to the occasions as they arise; but I am obliged to preach what I can preach, and since I know pretty well the flavour of Marah, and a little about the sweetness which the healing tree can give it, I can only tell you what I know by experience.

28. IV. But it is a good missionary sermon for all that. Let us show you how. Here is A SUGGESTION OF COMPASSION.

29. Brethren, all over the world, the heathen have trials, bitternesses, and woes. I said that Christians have particular woes, but the dark places of the earth have more dire sorrows. Some nations are devastated with war; others are tormented with diabolical customs and rites: their actions even towards themselves through their superstition are brutal. I may well compare the world that lies in darkness to a thirsty caravan gathered around Marah’s well where the water is too bitter to drink. Oh, the woes, the woes of mankind! High are the Andes, lofty the Himalayas, but the woes of the sons of Adam are higher, still more gigantic. The Ganges and the Indus, and other mighty streams, pour their floods into the ocean; but what mighty deep could contain the torrents of human grief? A very deluge is the sorrow as well as the sin of man. And, my brethren, the heathen know nothing of the healing tree, the tree cut down of old, which still has power to sweeten mortal misery. You know it, you have your trials, and you surmount them by the appeals you make to your Lord, and by the power of his consolations; but alas! these sons of darkness have your griefs, and more, but they do not have your Comforter. For them there is the deluge, but not the ark; for them there is the tempest, but not the refuge. And you are so sure that you have what would cheer them: no doubt crosses your mind concerning the gospel. These are wavering times in which some professors, and even some teachers, almost believe, that the gospel is only one theory among many, and will have to stand its test, and, in all probability, will fail as many human systems of thought have done. You do not think so; you believe that God’s gospel is a verity, a revelation of Jehovah. Heaven and earth may pass away, but not his word, his Christ, his decree, his covenant. You know that you have a tree that can heal the bitter fountains. No doubt comes across your mind concerning that: what then? By common humanity, much more by the tender movements of the grace of God upon your souls, I implore you give this remedy to those who need it, and who need it so much. Will anything suffice as a substitute for it? Is there anywhere on earth another healing tree besides what fell beneath the axe at Calvary? Are there other leaves for the healing of the nations? On the seven hilled city of Rome, does there grow a tree that can heal man’s diseases? No; it is a deadly upas. (a) Cut it down, and burn its very roots. Among the trappings of idolatry are there any inventions of man that can cool his fevered brow and sooth his griefs? Does Mohammedanism offer hopes for eternity that can illuminate the grave for an awakened sinner? Are there thoughts of bliss in idolatry calculated to cheer the sepulchre? All religions answer, “Comforts are not in us.” It is only at the cross, it is only by Jesus crucified that the world can be healed. So far little has been accomplished compared with our desires; and in contrast to our ambitions, next to nothing; but faith, darting beyond the things that are seen, flying into the very presence of God, can see him writing with the eternal pen, “All flesh shall see the salvation of God”; and she is sure that the tree will still sweeten the waters. Come, brethren, let your faith prove itself by your works. Help today — today, by your gifts; help tomorrow — tomorrow, by your prayers. Help, some of you, by consecrating yourselves to mission labour. There is a prayer I intend to continue to offer until it is answered, that God would pour out on this church a missionary spirit. I want to see our young men devoting themselves to the work, some who will not be afraid to venture and preach Jesus Christ in the regions beyond. I do not have much faith in missionary societies; it gets less, I must confess, each year; yet we must never set aside one instrumentality until we have a better one ready. If the Lord would send the living fire through the churches of England, if he would send from on high a divine impulse, we should see springing up here and there men who would say: “Here we are: send us.” The Spirit of God will say, “Separate for me Paul and Barnabas for the work,” and when this is done I look to see far happier days.

30. We have sweetened the waters a little; the suttee (b) burns no more; the African is free; the slave ship crosses the deep no more. In some regions exterminating wars have ceased; the white dove of peace flies where the raven of war was seen. Glory be to God. Only a few leaves thrown into the waters have done this. Let us bear a whole Christ and a whole gospel among the nations, and lay the tree in this Marah, until at last the whole world shall drink from the sweet waters of divine love, and God shall be all in all. May God bless you, beloved, for Jesus’ sake. Amen.

[Portion Of Scripture Read Before Sermon — Exodus 15]

(a) Upas: A fabulous tree alleged to have existed in Java, at some distance from Batavia, with properties so poisonous as to destroy all animal and vegetable life to a distance of fifteen or sixteen miles around it. OED.
(b) Suttee: A Hindu widow who immolates herself on the funeral pile with her husband’s body. The custom was abolished by authority in British India in 1829. OED.

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