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10 Now Zebah and Zalmunna were in Karkor with their army, about 15,000 men, all who were left of all the army of lthe people of the East, for there had fallen 120,000 men mwho drew the sword. 11 And Gideon went up by the way of the tent dwellers east of nNobah and Jogbehah and attacked the army, for the army felt osecure. 12 And Zebah and Zalmunna fled, and he pursued them pand captured the two kings of Midian, Zebah and Zalmunna, and he threw all the army into a panic.
Yet at one stage it seemed that the days of Bishan village, like many similar villages in China, were numbered, many of their inhabitants moving away into cities and leaving an increasingly elderly population to tend to traditional houses, many of them hundreds of years old that had fallen into disrepair.
Then, about 10 years ago, the nature of that migratory flow, until then a one-way torrent, began to change as urban dwellers, not quite happy with their lot in the urban jungle, began to see the beauty and attractions of the likes of Bishan village.
The last offices paid by religion to the dead, the hallowed taper, the lifted cross, the solemn requiem, had long since vanished, and the municipal officer returned the dust to dust with unceremonious speed. The lover of Adelaide chose to perform himself those sad functions for the object of his tenderness, and might have exclaimed with our poet,What though no weeping loves thy ashes grace,Nor polifh'd marble emulate thy face;Page 110What though no sacred earth allow thee room,Nor hallowed dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb!Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be drest,And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast:There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow,There the first roses of the year shall blow;While angels with their silver wings o'ershadeThe ground now sacred by thy reliques made.
What then were an awakened sinner's present? Could it be described, it were less miserable. Its very misery is, that having lost its Centre, God, the soul tosses to and fro, (Holy Scripture says,) \"like a troubled sea;\" restless, amazed, stupified, ever shifting from one misery to another; itself loathsome to itself, how much more, it must think, to God! covered, within and without, with the innumerable ulcers of its past sins, and these exhaling an intolerable stench, sickening to himself, offensive even to the inhabitants of heaven. Nothing has it in that wide waste of past life, whereon to rest; its best deeds flash upon it as self-deceit; pleasing itself in itself or in man's praise for its natural graces, and so marring even these, and making itself or those around it, its idol instead of God. How has it laboured for the wind! what ashes hath it eaten for bread! how hath it changed its glory for that which doth not profit! Behind, is a desolate wilderness; before, it is as death. Within, a decayed spirit, a dried heart, its spiritual senses dulled, its strength weakened, its limbs bound as by grave-clothes, its evil customs an iron chain; the soul become the servant, the appetites lords, the will enslaved; the light of faith darkened; it sees what is right, only to think it hopeless, if not to begin, at least to persevere. The Holy Spirit it has grieved, and defiled His temple, will He indeed return to that so unhallowed? Its Saviour it has sold for thirty pieces of silver; yea, for what more miserable price, for what defilements hath it bartered His precious Blood! Hath then His Blood indeed been shed even for those who waste It and trample It under foot, and count it an unholy thing? To the Father it has preferred His creatures, defaced His Image, wasted His Gifts, fled far from His House, dishonoured His Name, disobeyed Himself, obeyed His enemy. To whom, will it often ask, do I now belong? to Him Who made me and whose work I have marred, to Him Who redeemed me at so costly a Price, and Whose Price I have wasted, to Him Who sanctified me, and Whose motions I have rejected;--or to him whom in all this I have served? Am I yet indeed the dwelling-place of the Trinity? Do They yet inhabit a mansion so broken, so decayed, so defiled? or are these thoughts of pride, or vanity, or grosser sin, tokens of another inhabitant, whom by my sins I have invited to enter in and dwell there? \"By one consent to sin did Adam\" (a holy man has said\") \"lose the brightness of innocence, the robe of immortality, the incorruption of the flesh, purity of soul, sweetness of contemplation, liberty of spirit, the kingdom of Heaven, the fellowship of Angels, the friendship of God;\" and his own are on him in multitudes. For fewer sins, must he well think, have many been cast into hell! how shall he escape? Or would he think now, thus late, of the joys of heaven, are they indeed still in store for him? Is the society of angels, the ineffable sweetness, the infinite love, the brightness of glory, the torrent of pleasure, the Face of God, are these for one who has but the bitterness of soul for the remembrance of past evil to offer? will God bestow Himself on one who misused His creatures and despised Himself? will He gather up such fragments as these, refine these dregs?
Yet heavy as the cloud must often be, which man's sins have spread between him and his God, suspending, as it seems, all influx of grace from God, stopping his prayer that it should not pass through, Holy Scripture pierces it for us. While all seems dark below, above that veil of cloud is He, the Unchangeable, in light and serenity and love, forsaking none who forsake not Him finally; meeting us, when fleeing from Him, in displeasure, that we may turn to Him in love; drawing us, although unseen, that we, though bound by the chains of our sins, may have power to come to Him. On the penitent's first tear, there is joy in Heaven. O wondrous power of penitence, which can increase the joy of Heaven! The blessed Angels who ever behold the Face of our Father, ever joy ineffably in the Divine Presence, ever fulfil His Will, and are filled with His Glory, and ceaseless praise, Holy, Holy, Holy! they, possessed already of their everlasting bliss, partakers of the Eternity, the Truth, the Will of God, and in Him possessing the fulness of light and of immortal wisdom, who, even while ministering to us, never part from the blissful contemplation of God, the food of whose life is God Himself,-- can their bliss be increased? can it be increased by the sight of one, still so loathsome to himself, and so burdensome? \"There is joy in the presence of the Angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.\" In him, who seeth not as yet himself, doubtful of himself and his own sted-fastness, doubtful almost whether God can love him, the Angels, in Divine light, see their future fellow-citizen in bliss; joy that one more is recovered from our lost world, that the lost is found. Loving with the love of God, they joy to see one more to fill up their ranks broken by the evil angels' fall, to swell the praise of heaven, to join with them in the endless song, to love with them and reflect the glory of our one Head, Who kept them from falling, restores us, when fallen.
But deeper, more marvellous, mystery yet! what marvel that Angels enlarge their joy, when He, the Lord of Angels and their God, is said to rejoice? Ye know, brethren, Who is that Good Shepherd, Who when out of the perfect number of His creatures, His hundred sheep, that one sheep, man, fell, and the number of those who should love and worship Him, was broken, left His Father's glory and those ninety-nine sheep, the Angelic hosts, safe Indeed and fenced still and encompassed by His Almighty Hand, in what seemed, as it were, a desert, because man, its heir, had forfeited it. Ye know Who sought His own lost sheep, lay down His life for him, and returned bringing with Him the firstling of His flock, a penitent; translating him first of all from his cross to Paradise, and then taking with Him the souls of those who had awaited His Coming. And how brought He him? \"Rejoicing.\" We dare not speak of these mysteries in other words than Holy. Scripture giveth us; we dare hardly clothe them with our own thoughts; we know that with Him, the unchangeable Light, is no shadow of turning; that to Him, to Whom all His works are known from the beginning of the world, Joy cannot be like our human joy, who are gladdened by some source of joy we knew not of before. But He, Who vouchsafed to take our nature upon Him, speaketh in our language of Himself; and, as the Father Who doeth nothing but what from all eternity He foreknew that He should do, is said to \"repent,\" when He doeth other that He had before done, yet according to His own secret and unchangeable counsel; so the Son joyeth over the repentant sinner, or our lost race, when His unchangeable love can pour itself out upon His creature which He had changed, and what before was alien from Him can receive His love. The Father, Holy Scripture saith, \"shall rejoice in His worksb,\" when, in their new and final birth, they shall once again be all \"very good,\" and His \"Glory shall be for ever,\" streaming forth from Him and to Him returning, unhindered by our evil; and that ineffable complacency and love wherewith He beholdeth the image of His own Divine perfections, may rest upon His restored creation. So also the Son, Who is One with the Father, is said to have joy in the perfecting of His new creation, the work of His Redemption. As the deepest mysterious meaning of those sacred words, \"I thirst,\" is understood to be, His longing for the completion of the counsel of His love towards us, and that He \"thirsted\" for our salvation; as, by the well of Samaria, He hungered and thirsted, not for material water, Who had that \"living water\" to give, whereof \"whoso should drink should never thirst,\" nor for our earthly food, which when His disciples brought Him, He refused, saying, \"I have meat to eat ye know not of;\" but He thirsted for the faith of the Samaritan city, and His food was His Father's Will and man's salvation, so it is said, \"He shall see of the travail of His soul and shall be satisfied,\" in that \"by His knowledge\" should \"He justify many.\" And again, \"from the ivory palaces,\"\" i. e. from the royal, large, pure, beauteous, hearts of the saints, \"hymns shall gladden Thee.\" He, it is said, \"the King,\" \"Lord God,\" Husband of the Church, should \"desire\" that \"beauty\" wherewith He had Himself endowed her, and made her \"all-glorious within.\" He rejoiced not alone, but \"exulted for joy,\" that the Father had \"revealed to babes\" the mysteries \"hidden from the wise and prudent.\" Yea, over His fallen but restored Church, it is said, \"He will save, He will rejoice over them with joy, He will rest in His love; He will rejoice over them with jubilation.\" O unutterable condescension of our God, Who thus deigns to shadow out His love to us sinners under the words of the deepest love which He hath given us! All holy love shadoweth forth some portion of His; Father, Mother, Husband, would He be to the soul in His Protecting, Fostering, In-Oneing love; and as our intensest love and joy cannot be uttered in words, but joy vents itself in unformed sounds, and love rests in silence over the object of its love, so He saith, \"He will rejoice with the cry of jubilee, He will be still over us in love.\" O wondrous stillness, image of that everlasting rest wherein in all eternity He rested in the love of His Coequal Coeternal Son, that without spoken words, or image of sense, or motion of the He is felt in silence by the soul. And this for sinners!