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<h1>XX.</h1>
<h2>Victory Through the Holy Spirit Over Suffering</h2>
<p align="center">“Ye shall receive power after that the Holy
Ghost is come upon you.”</p>
<p>Had there been no sin our Heavenly Father would have
found other means by which to develop in us passive
virtues, and train us in the graces of meekness, patience,
long-suffering, and forbearance, which so beautify
and display the Christian character. But since sin
is here, with its contradictions and falsehoods, its
darkness, its wars, brutalities and injustices, producing
awful harvests of pain and sorrow, God, in wonderful
wisdom and lovingkindness, turns even these into instruments
by which to fashion in us beautiful graces. Storm
succeeds sunshine, and darkness the light; pain follows
hard on the heels of pleasure, while sorrow peers
over the shoulder of joy; gladness and grief, rest
and toil, peace and war, interminably intermingled,
follow each other in ceaseless succession in this
world. We cannot escape suffering while in the body.
But we can receive it with a faith that robs it of
its terror, and extracts from it richest blessing;
from the flinty rock will gush forth living waters,
and the carcase of the lion will furnish the sweetest
honey.</p>
<p>This is so even when the suffering is a result of
our own folly or sin. It is intended not only in some
measure as a punishment, but also as a teacher, a
corrective, a remedy, a warning; and it will surely
work for good, if, instead of repining and vainly
regretting the past, we steadily look unto Jesus and
learn our lesson in patience and thankfulness.</p>
<p> “If all the skies were sunshine,<br/>
Our faces would be fain<br/>
To feel once more upon them<br/>
The cooling plash of rain.</p>
<p> “If all the world were music,<br/>
Our hearts would often long<br/>
For one sweet strain of silence<br/>
To break the endless song.</p>
<p> “If life were always merry,<br/>
Our souls would seek relief<br/>
And rest from weary laughter<br/>
In the quiet arms of grief.”</p>
<p>Doubtless all our suffering is a result of sin, but
not necessarily the sin of the sufferer. Jesus was
the sinless One, but He was also the Chief of sufferers.
Paul’s great and lifelong sufferings came upon
him, not because of his sins, but rather because he
had forsaken sin, and was following Jesus in a world
of sin, and seeking the salvation of his fellows. In
this path there is no escape from suffering, though
there are hidden and unspeakable consolations. “In
the world ye shall have tribulation,” said Jesus.
“All that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall
suffer persecution,” wrote Paul.</p>
<p>Sooner or later, suffering in some form comes to each
of us. It may come through broken health, or pain
and weariness of body; or through mental anguish,
moral distress, spiritual darkness and uncertainty.
It may come through the loss of loved ones, through
betrayal by trusted friends; or through deferred or
ruined hopes, or base ingratitude; or perhaps in unrequited
toil and sacrifice and ambitions all unfulfilled.
Nothing more clearly distinguishes the man filled
with the Spirit from the man who is not than the way
each receives suffering.</p>
<p>One with triumphant faith and shining face and strong
heart glories in tribulation, and counts it all joy.
To this class belong the Apostles, who, beaten and
threatened, “departed from the council, rejoicing
that they were counted worthy to suffer shame for
His Name” (Acts v. 41).</p>
<p>The other with doubts and fears, murmurs and complains,
and to his other miseries adds that of a rebellious
heart and discontented mind. One sees the enemy’s
armed host, and unmixed distress and danger; the other
sees the angel of the Lord, with abundant succour
and safety (2 Kings vi. 15-17).</p>
<p>An evangelist of my acquaintance told a story that
illustrates this. When a pastor he went one morning
to visit two sisters who were greatly afflicted. They
were about the same age, and had long been professing
Christians and members of the Church. He asked the
first one upon whom he called, “How is it with
you this morning?” “Oh, I have not slept
all night,” she replied. “I have so much
pain. It is so hard to have to lie here. I cannot see
why God deals so with me.” Evidently, she was
not filled with the Spirit, but was in a controversy
with the Lord about her sufferings, and would not
be comforted.</p>
<p>Leaving her he called immediately upon the other sister,
and asked, “How are you to-day?” “Oh,
I had such a night of suffering!” she replied.
“Then,” said he, “there came out
upon her worn face, furrowed and pale, a beautiful
radiance, and she added, “but Jesus was so near
and helped me so, that I could suffer this way and
more, if my Father thinks best”; and on she
went with like words of cheer and triumph that made
the sick room a vestibule of glory. No lack of comfort
in her heart, for the Comforter Himself, the Holy
Spirit, had been invited and had come in. One had
the Comforter in fullness, the other had not.</p>
<p>Probably, no man ever suffered more than Paul, but
with soldier-like fortitude he bore his heavy burdens,
faced his constant and exacting labours, endured his
sore trials, disappointments, and bitter persecutions
by fierce and relentless enemies; he stood unmoved
amid shipwrecks, stripes and imprisonments, cold, hunger,
and homelessness without a whimper that might suggest
repining or discouragement, or an appeal for pity.
Indeed, he went beyond simple uncomplaining fortitude,
and said, “we glory in tribulation” (Romans
v. 3); “I am exceeding joyful in all our tribulation”
(2 Cor. vii. 4); “I take pleasure in infirmities,
in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in
distresses for Christ’s sake” (2 Cor.
xii. 10). After a terrible scourging upon his bare
back, he was thrust into a loathsome inner dungeon,
his feet fast in the stocks, with worse things probably
awaiting him on the morrow. Nevertheless, we find
him and Silas, his companion in suffering, at midnight
praying and singing praises unto God (Acts xvi. 25).</p>
<p>What is his secret? Listen to him: “Because
the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the
Holy Ghost which is given unto us” (Romans v.
5). His prayer for his Ephesian brethren had been
answered in his own heart: “That He would grant
you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened
with might by His Spirit in the inner man; that Christ
may dwell in your hearts by faith.” And this
inner strength and consciousness, through faith, in
an indwelling Christ enabled him to receive suffering
and trial, not stoically as the Red Indian, nor hilariously,
in a spirit of bravado, but cheerfully and with a
thankful heart.</p>
<p>Arnold of Rugby has written something about his “most
dear and blessed sister” that illustrates the
power flowing from exhaustless fountains of inner
joy and strength through the working of the Holy Spirit.
He says:—­</p>
<p>“I never saw a more perfect instance of the
spirit and power of love, and of a sound mind. Her
life was a daily martyrdom for twenty years, during
which she adhered to her early-formed resolution of
never talking about herself; she was thoughtful about
the very pins and ribands of my wife’s dress,
about the making of a doll’s cap for a child—­but
of herself, save only as regarded her ripening in
all goodness, wholly thoughtless, enjoying everything
lovely, graceful, beautiful, high-minded, whether
in God’s works or man’s, with the keenest
relish; inheriting the earth to the very fullness
of the promise, though never leaving her crib, nor
changing her posture; and preserved, through the very
valley of the shadow of death, from all fear or impatience,
and from every cloud of impaired reason, which might
mar the beauty of Christ’s and the Spirit’s
work.”</p>
<p>It is not by hypnotising the soul, nor by blessing
it into a state of ecstatic insensibility, that the
Lord enables the man filled with the Spirit to thus
triumph over suffering. Rather it is by giving the
soul a sweet, constant, and unshaken assurance through
faith: First, that it is freely and fully accepted
in Christ. Second, that whatever suffering comes,
it is measured, weighed, and permitted by love infinitely
tender, and guided by wisdom that cannot err. Third,
that however difficult it may be to explain suffering
now, it is nevertheless <i>one</i> of the “all
things” which “work together for good to
them that love God,” and that in a “little
while” it will not only be swallowed up in the
ineffable blessedness and glory, but that in some way
it is actually helping to work out “a far more
exceeding and eternal weight of glory” (2 Cor.
iv. 7). Fourth, that though the furnace has been heated
seven times hotter than was wont, yet “the Form...
like unto the Son of God” is walking with us
in the fire; though triumphant enemies have thrust
us into the lions’ den, yet the angel of the
Lord arrived first and locked the lions’ jaws;
though foes may have formed against us sharp weapons,
yet they cannot prosper, for His shield and buckler
defend us; though all things be lost, yet “Thou
remainest”; and though “my flesh and my
heart may fail, God is the strength of my heart and
my portion for ever.”</p>
<p>Not all God’s dear children thus triumph over
their difficulties and sufferings, but this is God’s
standard, and they may attain unto it, if, by faith,
they will open their hearts and “be filled with
the Spirit.”</p>
<p>Here is the testimony of a Salvation Army Officer
up to date:—­</p>
<p>“Viewed from the outside, my life as a sinner
was easy and untroubled, over which most of my friends
expressed envy; while these same friends thought my
life as a Christian full of care, toil, hardship,
and immense loss. This, however, was only an outside
view, and the real state of the case was exactly the
opposite of what they supposed. For in all the pleasure-seeking,
idleness, and freedom from responsibility of my life
apart from God, I carried an immeasurable burden of
fear, anxiety, and constantly recurring disappointment;
trifles weighed upon me, and the thought of death
haunted me with vague terrors.</p>
<p>“But when I gave myself wholly to God, though
my lot became at once one of toil, responsibility,
comparative poverty and sacrifice, yet I could not
feel pain in any storm that broke over my head, because
of the presence of God. It was not so much that I
was insensible to trouble, as sensible of His presence
and love; and the worst trials were as nothing in
my sight, nor have been for over twenty-two years.
While as for death, it appears only as a doorway into
more abundant life, and I can alter an old German
hymn, and sing with joy:</p>
<p> “‘Oh, how my heart with rapture
dances.<br/>
To think my dying hour advances!<br/>
Then, Lord, with Thee!<br/>
My Lord, with Thee!’”</p>
<p>This is faith’s triumph over the worst the world
can offer through the blessed fullness of the indwelling
Comforter. Bless His Name!</p>
<p> “Here speaks the Comforter, Light
of the straying,<br/>
Hope of the penitent, Advocate sure,<br/>
Joy of the desolate, tenderly saying,<br/>
‘Earth has no sorrow My grace
cannot cure.’”</p>
<p class="smallcaps">“Have ye received the Holy Ghost since ye believed?”</p>
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