This morning I left home early to retrieve my daughter from the college where she attends and resides. On the ride up to Bryan College, and then on the way back with her in the van, I listened to a sermon delivered years ago by Dr. Martin Lloyd-Jones. Taken from Psalm chapter 2, the title was “Why Do the Heathen Rage?”
One particular point that the great old preacher stressed was that God has allowed many things to happen to men and nations, all because they have spurned His guidance. The heathen of the world, those that want nothing to do with God, conspire with each other, plan together, and do all they can do to live without God’s Law.
They raise their unified voices in harmonious rebellion as they cry out, “Let us break free from the restraints of this imaginary “lawgiver” and cast them utterly aside!”
Yet, God laughs.
And then He lets them see how life works with no restraints, no laws, no God.
When His anger is kindled but just a little, He takes away His providential hand and lets man destroy himself. Is this not what we see even today? Men destroying themselves because they refuse to live by God’s most simple commands?
But even yet, we have only seen God’s wrath kindled but a little, and men “perish from the way.”
OH! What it will be like when God pours out His wrath upon men? How will they that mock Him stand? They won’t.
Oh, if they could only get a glimpse of the mighty terror of the Creator!
Then, on the way back home this morning, as the sun was rising over a cold, cloudy Chattanooga, I saw light break through the gray and stream upon the city below.
From one small, blazingly-bright spot emanated white beams. At this sight I said to Katie, “You know, that sort of looks like an eye, but instead of a black pupil, the pupil is light, and the streams of light make up the iris.”
Then I thought of the descriptions of the returning Christ as spoken of in the Book of Revelation. Fire. Righteousness.
I drove home as fast as I could and started drawing this picture. It’s the best I could do. And then I began to write what you are reading.
And this was but one eye.
And it was only the sun in the sky, not the Son.
And on Him was the wrath of God poured out for me! OH, the GRACE OF GOD that He would love me! “What is man that Thou are mindful of him?”
And then once more I contemplated the text Dr. Lloyd-Jones read…
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish [from] the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed [are] all they that put their trust in him. – Psalm 2:12
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. Those that are wise fear Him. Those that fear Him love Him. Those that love Him rest in His mercy and grace.
And all this made me shudder as tears came into my own eyes.