Sunday at Home

Southern Cross, Volume 6, Issue 35, 10 December 1898, Page 2

Sunday at Home

A FRUITLESS LIFE.

(Bt Dr. Alex. Maclaren.)

All godless life is fruitless, inasmuch as it has no permanent results. Permanent results of a sort, indeed, follow everything that men do, for all our actions tend to make character, and they all have a share in fixing that which depends upon character—namely, destiny, both here and yonder. And thus the most fleeting of our deeds, which in one aspect is as

transitory as the snow upon the great plain when the sun rises, leaves everlasting traces upon ourselves and upon our condition. But yet acts concerned with transitory things may have permanent fruit, or may be as transient as the things with which they are concerned. And the difference depends on the spirit in which they are done. If the roots are only in the surface skin of soil, when that is pared off the plant goes. A life that is to be eternal must strike its roots down through all the superficial humus, down to the very heart of things. When its roots twine themselves round God, then the deeds which blossom from them will blossom unfading for ever. Think of men going empty-handed into another world, and saying, ‘ O Lord, I made a big fortune in Manchester when I lived there, and I left it all behind me ’ ; or, ‘ I mastered a science, and one gleam of the light of eternity has antiquated it ’ ; or, 1 1 gained prizes, won my aims, and they have all dropped from my hands, and here I stand, having to say in the most tragic sense, ‘ Nothing in my hands I bring.” And another man dies in the Lord, and his ‘ works do follow ’ him. It is not every vintage that bears exportation. Some wines are mellowed by crossing the ocean ; some are turned into vinegar. The works of darkness are unfruitful because they are transient. And they are unfruitful because while they last they yield no real satisfaction. The apostle could say with a certainty what the answer would be : ‘ What fruit had ye then ’ —when ye were doicg them— ‘ in the things whereof ye are now ashamed ?’ And the answer is ‘ None ! ’ Of course, it is true that men do bad things because they like them better than good. Of course, it is true that the misery of mankind is that they have no appetite for the real satisfaction. But it is also true that no man who feeds his heart and mind on anything short of God is really at rest in anything that he .soes or possesses. Occasional twinges of conscience, dim perceptions that after all they are walking in a vain show, glimpses of nobler possibilities, a vague unrest, an unwillingness to reflect and look the facts of their condition in the face, like men that will not take stock because they half suspect that they are insolvent —these are the conditions that attach to all godless life ; and so there is no real fruit for the man’s thirsty lips to feed upon. The smallest man is too large to be satisfied with anything short of infinity. The human heart is like some narrow opening on a hillside —so narrow that it looks as if a glassful of water would fill it. But it goes away down, down, down into the depths of the mountain, and you may pour in hogsheads and no effect is visible. God, and God alone, brings to the thirsty heart the fruit that it needs.