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The Widow of Main

The Widow of Main

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Published by GLENN DALE PEASE
BY GEORGE MOBERLY, D.C.L.


St, Luke vii.

11. And it came to pass the day after that Jesus went into a city called

Nain ; and many of His disciples went with Him, and much
people,

12. How, when He wets come nigh unto the gate of the city, behold there

was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she
was a widow ; and much people of the city was with her,
BY GEORGE MOBERLY, D.C.L.


St, Luke vii.

11. And it came to pass the day after that Jesus went into a city called

Nain ; and many of His disciples went with Him, and much
people,

12. How, when He wets come nigh unto the gate of the city, behold there

was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she
was a widow ; and much people of the city was with her,

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THE WIDOW OF MAIBY GEORGE MOBERLY, D.C.L.St, Luke vii.11. And it came to pass the day after that Jesus went into a city calledain ; and many of His disciples went with Him, and muchpeople,12. How, when He wets come nigh unto the gate of the city, behold therewas a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and shewas a widow ; and much people of the city was with her,rpHIS narrative, brethren, tells us of one of those-*- precious incidents which bring God into thevery midst of us, and into the very heart of our commonlife of joys and sorrows.We all know and believe that the great God of Heaven and earth is near us at all times, that Heknows and allows all the things that happen to us,that He sees and takes note of all our thoughts, aswell as of our words spoken and our deeds done, — weaU know that, no doubt; and I trust we think of itoften, and, by His grace come to live in the perpetualconsciousness of it, feeling, as it were, His eye upon us.146 THE WIDOW OF MAIlooking US through and through, at every moment of our lives.But though we know all this, it comes less home toour feeling, and seems to strike our imagination less
 
forcibly than to read how Jesus Christ, God, the EternalSon of God, Immanuel, moved among men, felt as aman their sorrows, felt as a man then* temptations orsufferings, mingled in the very same scenes as thosewhich we see, God indeed, but Man also : true Man inthe true weakness of man's body, and the true sym-pathies of a man's soul, though Himself the EternalSon of the Most High God, by Whom Heaven andearth were made.It comes, I say, less home to our feelings to know of the Almighty God invisible, and known only by ourfaith, than to think of God shedding human tears of private love to witness the deep grief of the sisters of Lazarus His friend, — of God weeping with the bittertears of patriotic or public love over the doomed city of Jerusalem, — of God, sitting among His faithful disciples,and bidding them as His last command to continue toeat that bread and drink that cup of life in remem-brance of Him, — of God, stretching out His loving armsof mercy upon the Cross, and drawing all men visiblyunto Him, by giving His life to be a sacrifice for theirsins ; or, to come closer to the particular nan-ative of theTHE WIDOW OF AI 147Gospel for this day, of God, — meeting the sad companythat issued from the gate of the little city of ain, andwith the true heart of a man, with the voice of a man,with the touch of a man, with the deep compassion of aman veiling the almighty power of God, bidding thewidowed mother weep not.It is not difficult to realize the scene. The little city,or, as we should call it, the country town, with its gateand walls. As the travellers, a company of thirteenmen on foot, draw near, they see a funeral processioncoming from the gate to bury their dead outside of their
 
city, according to their practice. There was but a singlegate to ain, — that which opeiis on the rough hillsideon its downward slope to the plain. The corpse, swathedround very tightly with strips of linen, which first boundthe limbs one by one, and then altogether, the headbeing separately covered, lay upon an open bier, whichwas carried by the nearest friends, and such as desiredto do honour to the dead. Behind it came the widowedmother; the widowed mother just bereft of her onlyson ; — both she and he, it would seem, well known andrespected in the little town. She, — feeling more bit-terly alone, no doubt, for friends that pressed officiousround, — the friends, — a large company, — much people, — full of tender sympathy, — remembering her husband,remembering well her poor boy, much touched with her148 THE WIDOW OF AIdouble loss, and complete loneliness, — ^intending, at least,all that was kind, — and she appreciating their kindnesseven while, it may be, she might have rather desired tobe alone. The elements of the scene, brethren, are wellknown to us alL They are not confined to that roughhillside, or that little city gate. They are as universalas men and women are. They are to be found wherevermen and women live, and fathers and mothers live inhonourable marriage, and sons and daughters are in suchhonourable marriage bom, and live and die in love andpeace with one another.The procession comes down the slope, up which, as Isaid, the thirteen wayfarers were toiling : when one of the thirteen, not to be distinguished from the rest byany difference as of dress or appearance, but plainlyhaving authority of a strange and wonderful kind,moving forward from his company and speaking to thesad mother as she walked by the side of the body over-powered with tears, had compassion on her and said

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