Saying Farewell - JHW

 I have mentioned before my highly unfashionable hobby of collecting books of sermons. Preachers, who a few decades ago, drew crowds into disciples, built communities and impacted culture were prolific suppliers of these books.  Because these make for unfashionable reading now, over many years I picked tens of them up in second-hand book shops, often for a few pence each volume. Some sets of volumes have gone to libraries, but I am now left with a considerable number of elderly books destined for recycling. However, before I say sad farewells I thought they deserved some parting attention. 

As with John H Jowett (1863-1923) an English preacher hugely significant in his day with concluding ministries in New York and Westminster Chapel England. You realize how different the world was back then. When he died, the King sent condolences to Jowett's widow.  The browning volume I am saying farewell to is a compilation of the The Best of John Jowett. His sermons remain immensely readable, conversationally delivered with clear organization and key themes running through like the Gospel as comfort, his empathy for those who are suffering (he suffered poor health himself) and above all his conviction of the Gospel as Good News. Let me dip into a couple of sections before I let him go.

In his sermon on The Sufferings of Christ he tackles a much overlooked verse (2 Cor 1:5) 'For as the sufferings of Christ abound unto us, even so our comfort also aboundeth through Christ.'  Let me edit two complementary sections : First a challenge about the dangers of avoiding  suffering.

It is possible to evade a multitude of sorrows by the cultivation of an insignificant life. Shed ambitions in every direction, cut the wings of every soaring purpose, assiduously cultivate a little life. By this means a whole continent of afflictions will be escaped and will remain unknown. Cultivate negations and large tracts of the universe will cease to exist. Cultivate deafness and you are saved from the horrors of discords. Cultivate blindness, and you are saved from the assault of the ugly. Stupefy a sense and you shut out a world...reduce yourself to the smallest compass. And indeed, that is why so many people, and even so many professedly Christian people, get through life so easily...because they have reduced their souls to a minimum. They have cut the sensitive wires which bind the individual to the race, and they are cosily self-contained, and the shuddering sorrow of the world never disturbs their seclusion. . Tiny souls can dodge through life; bigger souls are blocked on every side.

I turn the matter round. I have already said that if we lessened our lives we should lessen our sorrows. It is now needful to add that if we lessen our lives we also lessen our joys. Deaden the sense of hearing and you escape the discords, but you also lose the harmonies. Drug your artistic sense, and you lose the pain of the ugly, but you also lose the inspiration of the lovely. If by the enlargement of my life I let in human sorrow I also let in divine consolation. A big, holy purpose makes me more sensitive towards the sin and hostility of man, but is also makes me more sensitive towards God. If we suffer with Christ, Christ Himself becomes a great reality. When life is a picnic we play with theology...when we suffer with Christ we come to know Christ, to come face to face with reality, and the idle superfluities drop away. Our fellowship in His battles makes us receptive of His peace: 'My peace I give to you.' There is no surer way of becoming sure of Christ than to follow the way of sacrificial life and service.

Some of us know life is not a picnic! But what a challenge: Enlarging my life to let in human sorrow opens up divine consolation. That's stayed with me ever since I first read it.  I don't want to lead an insignificant life and miss out on God's  big holy purpose. Worth pondering, yes?