Read Job xvi., and Matt. xxvi. 31-46.
THE UNSYMPATHETIC.—John xiii. 1-3.
The preface to the narrative of the feet-washing is long and involved.
The ideas move in a lofty sphere, seemingly very remote from the simple
scene they prelude. At first sight the reader is tempted to count the
introduction cumbrous, and to question the relevancy. A more profound
appreciation of its contents and connection changes questioning into
admiration, and transforms perplexity into wondering delight. We
perceive how the thoughts of the prelude light up the whole scene with a
golden glow of human tenderness and Divine grandeur, so that, like a
picture set in its true light, we now discern in it a depth of meaning
and a wealth of beauty previously unsuspected. The perplexing preface
proves to be the vestibule that leads into the innermost shrine of the
temple.
The Gospel of St. John was not written till half a century later than
the events it records; yet it is written as though it were but yesterday
the Apostle had witnessed the scenes he describes. Those recollections
had not been casual visitants, but constant inmates of his mind and
heart. There was hardly ever a day he had not thought about them. At
night when he lay awake and could not sleep he had thought about them.
He conned them over in memory, he pored over them in his mind, he
cherished them in his heart lovingly. And the promise his Lord had given
came true to him, for the Holy Spirit took of these things of Christ,
and showed them unto him, so that they grew to his eyes better and
better, and more beautiful, and more full of meaning, till their inmost
heart of Divine goodness was revealed to him. Ah! when we first get to
know Christ it is but His face, His eyes, His outer form we see. That is
a great sight! But to see and know all the heart of God that was in
Him—that takes a very long time; it takes half a century; it takes
eternity to get at that! John lived in that high quest almost all his
life, gazing at the Master, worshipping and adoring, laying his heart on
the Master's heart; and the result was that he got to know Jesus far
better than he did when he lived with Him. Hence it is that the fourth
Gospel is so different from the other three. They just tell us what
Jesus said and what Jesus did. But John's Gospel mixes up the acts and
words of Jesus with John's own thoughts and explanations, so that it is
sometimes hardly possible to tell whether we are reading what Jesus said
or what John thought about it. He is ever passing behind the loveliness
of the human life, to trace its explanation in the inner heavenly
nature. He paints for us the tree with its beauteous branches, leaves,
and blossoms, and then he bids us behold the great root in God's earth
out of which it grew; that wonderful root, which is Divine, and which is
the source of all the sweetness that is brightening the upper air. The
Jesus of John's Gospel has more of God in the look of face and eyes, and
in the ring of His voice, than the Jesus of Matthew, Mark, and Luke. It
is the Jesus that lived and grew on in John's loving memory, year by
year becoming greater, holier, Diviner in the illumination of the Holy
Spirit, that was brooding over that home of Christ in the heart of John.
It is, indeed, Jesus coloured by John's thoughts and John's feelings;
but then they are true thoughts and true feelings. And so it is that
sometimes, in the evangel of the Beloved Disciple, we almost lose sight
of the outer form and familiar features of our Lord, but only that we
may see more clearly the glory of His inner nature and the beauty of His
heart Divine.
It is to this loving industry of John's mind that we owe the preface of
our story, so laden with great thoughts. It bids us, before we scan the
picture of our Lord's humility, gaze into His heart, and see how that
night it was filled with contending emotions of exaltation and agony, of
tenderest devotion and unrequited love, and then, in the light of His
inner grandeur, grief, and forlornness, measure the marvel of this
wondrous act of self-abasement. He who washed the feet of those sinful
men was the Son of God and the world's Saviour. He made Himself their
servant! He washed their feet! But more than that, He was a dying man
that night, and He knew it. His hour was come. Already the presaging
pangs of the bloody sweat, of the scourging and the spitting, of the
anguish and forsakeness of the cross, had broken like stormy waves of a
troubled sea on Christ's sensitive spirit. The pain, and the parting,
and the solemn awe of death had fallen upon His soul. He was going to
bid good-bye to the faces He had loved, to the things that were so
beautiful in His eyes, to the lilies and the birds, to those He had
clung to on earth, to mother, and brother, and friend, to all that was
sweet and dear to His human heart. His thoughts were preoccupied that
night. He was preparing Himself for death. His heart was already getting
detached from earth. Oh, if ever there was an hour when He might have
been forgiven, if He had had no thought but of Himself, it was that
night! If ever He might have held Himself exempt from thinking of
others, and expected them to think of Him, it was that night. If ever
there was an hour when He might have counted selfishness unforgivable,
and bitterly resented want of sympathy, it was that night, when His
grief was so great and His love so warm and tender. And yet, says John,
it was on that night that amongst us all, engrossed in our petty,
selfish rivalry, He was the one that could forget Himself, could lay
pride aside, and humble His heart, and do the lowly act that made peace
amongst us, and melted all our pride away, and made us good, and loving,
and fit to hear the wondrous thoughts of grace and love that were
glowing in His heart for us and for all mankind.
The lesson is one for good men and women. They are too apt to think,
because they have set out on some great enterprise of goodness, that
therefore they are exempt from the little courtesies and forbearances of
lowlier service. They mean to do good, but they must do it with a high
hand and in a masterful fashion. They cannot stoop to conciliate the
lukewarm and to win the unsympathetic. And so too often their cherished
purpose ends in failure, and we see that saddest sight in Christ's
Church—beautiful lives marred and noble service spoiled, because the
sacrifice is not complete enough, because pride lingers in the heart,
and self-assertion and selfishness. We cannot be faithful in that which
is greatest unless we are willing to be faithful also that in which is
least.