The Sovereignty of God and boldness

John Knox is rather forgotten in Scotland today but he was the Great Reformer who transformed the country. All we read about him reveals him to be a prophetic figure who was not afraid to speak in the boldest terms to the Scottish Queen, Mary Queen of Scots. Mary could not believe his audacity. He was once asked how he could defy the queen and oppose her views in the way that he did, even though she was Queen. He famously replied, "When you have just spent time on your knees before the King of Kings, you do not find the Queen of Scotland to be so frightening." With David (Psalm 56:11) he could say in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

If you are aware of the sovereignty of God, especially as it brings us to our knees in prayer, then you will be bold for him. This is a desperate need of our times.

The Sovereignty of God

In Isaiah 6 Isaiah does not argue with the Lord. He does not think that he knows better. He is willing to humbly and trustingly obey whatever the Lord says. If it is God's will to ruin and depopulate cities, to leave houses ... deserted … fields ruined and ravaged and send the people into exile and more – Isaiah will still go in obedience to his Lord and Master.

This is the spirit seen in some of the finest missionaries the church has known. Henry Martyn, the brilliant Cambridge student from Cornwall, is rightly famous as the young man who in the 19th century went out to India and Persia with the gospel and died before doing half that he intended. He is said to have seen only one convert. But he believed in the sovereignty of God. He once wrote home in a letter “If we labour to the end of our days without seeing one convert, it shall not be worse for us in time, and our reward is the same in eternity. The cause in which we are engaged is the cause of mercy and truth, and therefore in spite of seeming impossibilities it must eventually prevail.”

Lord Ion Keith Falconer is another lesser known missionary, who lived a little later than Martyn and worked in Aden in the Yemen. Another gifted young man, brilliant in Arabic, he went out preaching the gospel but seemingly with little or no success. Yet some years later another missionary in Aden could write

“During the years since the mission was started there have been very few converts, but there have been some. Work among Muslims is very hard, ... but the work goes on, and the endeavour is made to win the people for Christ. All this work is directly due to the self-sacrificing labour of Ion Keith-Falconer, who is still remembered by some of the older people, who when they were boys were accustomed to receive sweets from him. His name is commemorated in the title of the mission, which is called the Keith-Falconer Mission and in that of the United Free Church at Steamer Point called the Keith-Falconer Memorial Church. … (and here speaks a man who clearly believes in the sovereignty of God) … One happy day, Mohammad's Crescent will yield and disappear before Christ's Cross; and, when this day dawns, the young scholar, whose torch seemed to be stifled and extinguished far too speedily among the Arabian sands, will be counted among those who have brought about the glad consummation.”

Preliminary Sketches

You know that when a painter is going to paint a masterpiece he will often make several preliminary sketches before he starts on the piece itself. We can think of it like that. Before the masterpiece which is the incarnation, the coming of the Lord Jesus Christ, there are preliminary sketches like the one in Joshua 5:13-15 or the other Old Testament theophanies. A close examination of this piece then will help us to understand better the masterpiece that is Jesus Christ.

God's Monopoly

If I want petrol for my car I can go to lots of different places – BP, Shell, one of the supermarkets, etc. If I was living in the early days of the motor car and in the USA, it would be quite different. Pretty much all the petrol was sold by John D Rockefeller's Standard Oil Company. They had a monopoly. If you wanted petrol you had to go to them. Now it is a little bit like that with eternal life. There is only one supplier. There is only one person you can go to – to God himself.

Look to God then. Don't be proud and think you have some right to eternal life. Humble yourself before him. Seek his face and ask him to have mercy.

Sin and Death

Have you ever played word association (what a friend of mine calls word association football)? You know eg Dog Cat, Cat Fur, Fur Coat, Coat Hat, Hat Head, Head Hair, Hare Rabbit, Rabbit Pie, Pi Maths, etc. It is used by psychiatrists to learn things about people but it can be fun too. Now what about the word sin? Do you associate the word death with it? You ought to – sin – death: the wages of sin is death. Sin leads to death. It is inevitably connected with decay and with death, with darkness and with hell. We need to connect not only the general idea of sin with death but individual sins too.

You know how children are not born with an innate sense of danger. They do not instinctively know that the road can be dangerous or that they can fall downstairs or that they can burn themselves on the oven – no, they have to be taught. They need to learn that stepping out into the road without looking is likely to lead to injury. Coming down the stairs backwards is a better way than forwards when they are little. They have to learn that hot ovens can burn. So we need to teach ourselves to connect sin with death. The wages of sin is death.

Wages

Most people today get paid through the bank and often month by month but some still get weekly wages in cash. I grew up in a working class community where most people would get their pay in cash every Thursday. This is why it was on a Thursday evening or a Friday everybody would be busy at the shops or paying bills with the money they had earned over the previous week. My dad would often bring us chocolate because he had been paid. Wages were what people were paid for their week's work. If you didn't work you would not get paid.

I remember working ina factory one summer. On Thursdays the wages trolley would come round with the pay packets. You were given a brown envelope with holes in so that you could see exactly how much was in there before you opened it, in case of any discrepancy.

Sin and Death and Danger

If we know that there is the danger of death if you drink bleach or electrocute yourself or if you catch a certain disease, then you will do all you can to avoid it. It is the only sensible thing to do. Given that the Bible connects sin and death so closely, as it does in Romans 6:23, we must turn from it. Are you turning from sin? Are you making a daily conscious effort to turn from all known sin? That must be the way you live.

Mayor of Casterbridge

Now the Three Mariners was the inn chosen by Henchard as the place for closing his long term of dramless years. He had so timed his entry as to be well established in the large room by the time the forty church-goers entered to their customary cups. The flush upon his face proclaimed at once that the vow of twenty-one years had lapsed, and the era of recklessness begun anew. He was seated on a small table, drawn up to the side of the massive oak board reserved for the churchmen, a few of whom nodded to him as they took their places and said, "How be ye, Mr. Henchard? Quite a stranger here."

Henchard did not take the trouble to reply for a few moments, and his eyes rested on his stretched-out legs and boots. "Yes," he said at length; "that's true. I've been down in spirit for weeks; some of ye know the cause. I am better now, but not quite serene. I want you fellows of the choir to strike up a tune; and what with that and this brew of Stannidge's, I am in hopes of getting altogether out of my minor key."

"With all my heart," said the first fiddle. "We've let back our strings, that's true, but we can soon pull 'em up again. Sound A, neighbours, and give the man a stave."

"I don't care a curse what the words be," said Henchard. "Hymns, ballets, or rantipole rubbish; the Rogue's March or the cherubim's warble--'tis all the same to me if 'tis good harmony, and well put out."

"Well--heh, heh--it may be we can do that, and not a man among us that have sat in the gallery less than twenty year," said the leader of the band. "As 'tis Sunday, neighbours, suppose we raise the Fourth Psa'am, to Samuel Wakely's tune, as improved by me?"

"Hang Samuel Wakely's tune, as improved by thee!" said Henchard. "Chuck across one of your psalters--old Wiltshire is the only tune worth singing--the psalm-tune that would make my blood ebb and flow like the sea when I was a steady chap. I'll find some words to fit en." He took one of the psalters and began turning over the leaves.

Chancing to look out of the window at that moment he saw a flock of people passing by, and perceived them to be the congregation of the upper church, now just dismissed, their sermon having been a longer one than that the lower parish was favoured with. Among the rest of the leading inhabitants walked Mr. Councillor Farfrae with Lucetta upon his arm, the observed and imitated of all the smaller tradesmen's womankind. Henchard's mouth changed a little, and he continued to turn over the leaves.

"Now then," he said, "Psalm the Hundred-and-Ninth, to the tune of Wiltshire: verses ten to fifteen. I gi'e ye the words:

"His seed shall orphans be, his wife

A widow plunged in grief;

His vagrant children beg their bread

Where none can give relief.

His ill-got riches shall be made

To usurers a prey;

The fruit of all his toil shall be

By strangers borne away.

None shall be found that to his wants

Their mercy will extend,

Or to his helpless orphan seed

The least assistance lend.

A swift destruction soon shall seize

On his unhappy race;

And the next age his hated name

Shall utterly deface."*

"I know the Psa'am--I know the Psa'am!" said the leader hastily; "but I would as lief not sing it. 'Twasn't made for singing. We chose it once when the gipsy stole the pa'son's mare, thinking to please him, but pa'son were quite upset. Whatever Servant David were thinking about when he made a Psalm that nobody can sing without disgracing himself, I can't fathom! Now then, the Fourth Psalm, to Samuel Wakely's tune, as improved by me."

"'Od seize your sauce--I tell ye to sing the Hundred-and-Ninth to Wiltshire, and sing it you shall!" roared Henchard. "Not a single one of all the droning crew of ye goes out of this room till that Psalm is sung!" He slipped off the table, seized the poker, and going to the door placed his back against it. "Now then, go ahead, if you don't wish to have your cust pates broke!"

"Don't 'ee, don't 'ee take on so!--As 'tis the Sabbath-day, and 'tis Servant David's words and not ours, perhaps we don't mind for once, hey?" said one of the terrified choir, looking round upon the rest. So the instruments were tuned and the comminatory verses sung.

* Psalm 109:9-13 Tate and Brady new version