_Changes of Association_.
But far-reaching as are the changes in our material surroundings, those
with which we have to battle in our personal associations are often as
great, and are often much more painful. Indeed, man himself is the most
changeable thing in all man's world.
It is not merely that our companions and friends and loved ones die--the
wind passeth over them, and they are gone, and the dear places that knew
them know them no more--it is not merely this; nor is it that their
circumstances change, that wealth becomes penury, that health is changed
to weakness and suffering, and youth to age and decay--it is not merely
this, but it is that _they_ change. The ardour of near friendship
grows cold and fades away; the trust which once knew no limitations is
narrowed down, and, by and by, walled in with doubts and fears; the
comradeship which was so sweet and strong, and quickened us to great
deeds, as "iron sharpeneth iron," is changed for other companionships; the
love which seemed so deep and true, and was ready "to look on tempests" for
us, becomes but a name and a memory, even if it does not change into a
well of bitter waters in our lives.
This fact of human mutability, this inherent changeableness in man, is the
key to many of the darkest chapters of the world's history. The prodigal,
the traitor, the vow-breaker, these have ever been far more fruitful
sources of anguish and misery than the life-long rebel and law-breaker.
The Psalmist touches the inner springs of sorrow when he says, "All that
hate Me whisper together against Me; yea, Mine own familiar friend, in
whom I trusted, which did eat of My bread, hath lifted up his heel against
Me."
No one who has once read it can forget that revelation of the pent-up
shame and agony in David's heart, which was voiced in his cry, "O my son
Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom,
my son, my son!"
The human heart probably fell to its lowest depth of ingratitude and sin
when poor Judas changed sides and sold his Lord. What a change it was!
Alas, alas, what a quagmire of uncertainties and shifting sand
unsanctified human nature must be! Nay, _is_.
I suppose that few of us have escaped some sorrowful experiences of this
kind. Even to those who have not tasted the fruits of human fickleness in
the great affairs of Christ's Kingdom, there has generally come some share
of it into the more private relationships of life. In the home, in the
family, or in the circle of friendship or comradeship, we have had to
lament the failure of many tender hopes. But, blessed be the name of our
God, who knoweth what is in the darkness, amidst the changing scenes we
have found one Comfort. Above the strife of tongues, and over the stormy
seas of sorrow, when, as Job said, even our kinsfolk have failed, and our
familiar friends have forgotten us, there is borne to us the voice of One
who sticketh closer than a brother, saying, "I am the Lord; I change not.
With Me there is no variableness, neither the shadow of turning. I will
never leave thee nor forsake thee." The more men change, the surer God
will be; the more they forget, the more He will remember; the further they
withdraw, the nearer He will come.