Morning “The church in thy house.” / Philemon 2
Is there a Church in this house? Are parents, children, friends, servants, all
members of it? or are some still unconverted? Let us pause here and let the
question go round–Am I a member of the Church in this house? How would
father’s heart leap for joy, and mother’s eyes fill with holy tears if from
the eldest to the youngest all were saved! Let us pray for this great mercy
until the Lord shall grant it to us. Probably it had been the dearest object
of Philemon’s desires to have all his household saved; but it was not at first
granted him in its fulness. He had a wicked servant, Onesimus, who, having
wronged him, ran away from his service. His master’s prayers followed him, and
at last, as God would have it, Onesimus was led to hear Paul preach; his heart
was touched, and he returned to Philemon, not only to be a faithful servant,
but a brother beloved, adding another member to the Church in Philemon’s
house. Is there an unconverted servant or child absent this morning? Make
special supplication that such may, on their return to their home, gladden all
hearts with good news of what grace has done! Is there one present? Let him
partake in the same earnest entreaty.
If there be such a Church in our house, let us order it well, and let all act
as in the sight of God. Let us move in the common affairs of life with studied
holiness, diligence, kindness, and integrity. More is expected of a Church
than of an ordinary household; family worship must, in such a case, be more
devout and hearty; internal love must be more warm and unbroken, and external
conduct must be more sanctified and Christlike. We need not fear that the
smallness of our number will put us out of the list of Churches, for the Holy
Spirit has here enrolled a family-church in the inspired book of remembrance.
As a Church let us now draw nigh to the great head of the one Church
universal, and let us beseech him to give us grace to shine before men to the
glory of his name.
Evening “And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away: so shall also the
coming of the Son of man be.” / Matthew 24:39
Universal was the doom, neither rich nor poor escaped: the learned and the
illiterate, the admired and the abhorred, the religious and the profane, the
old and the young, all sank in one common ruin. Some had doubtless ridiculed
the patriarch–where now their merry jests? Others had threatened him for his
zeal which they counted madness–where now their boastings and hard speeches?
The critic who judged the old man’s work is drowned in the same sea which
covers his sneering companions. Those who spoke patronizingly of the good
man’s fidelity to his convictions, but shared not in them, have sunk to rise
no more, and the workers who for pay helped to build the wondrous ark, are all
lost also. The flood swept them all away, and made no single exception. Even
so, out of Christ, final destruction is sure to every man of woman born; no
rank, possession, or character, shall suffice to save a single soul who has
not believed in the Lord Jesus. My soul, behold this wide-spread judgment and
tremble at it.
How marvellous the general apathy! they were all eating and drinking, marrying
and giving in marriage, till the awful morning dawned. There was not one wise
man upon earth out of the ark. Folly duped the whole race, folly as to
self-preservation–the most foolish of all follies. Folly in doubting the most
true God–the most malignant of fooleries. Strange, my soul, is it not? All
men are negligent of their souls till grace gives them reason, then they leave
their madness and act like rational beings, but not till then.
All, blessed be God, were safe in the ark, no ruin entered there. From the
huge elephant down to the tiny mouse all were safe. The timid hare was equally
secure with the courageous lion, the helpless cony as safe as the laborious
ox. All are safe in Jesus. My soul, art thou in him?