Encouragements to Patient Waiting: Chapter 2 - Vain is the Help of Man
By John MacDuff
"Do not put your trust in mortal men, in whom there is no help."--Psalms 146:3
In one sense we are very dependent on each other. How does the infant cling to the arm of its mother! and how do we in sickness trust to the care and kindness of a faithful attendant! In every relation of life we are comforted, upheld, sustained by those around us--and especially is this the case in the family of Christ. Every member feels it is his solemn duty to support the weak--to gladden the sorrowful--to console the mourner. If he does not, he has not the mind of Christ--he has not been drinking in the spirit of Him who came "to bind up the broken-hearted, and to pour the balm of consolation into the wounded spirit."
The help we are sometimes privileged to give one another is very precious. The kindly look--how often has it chased sadness from the brow, even as the bright ray of sunshine chases the dark cloud from the heavens! The word of sympathy--how often has it sounded in the secret chambers of the soul--awakening gladness, where all was silence and gloom! And who shall tell how often God's sweet promises, whispered gently by the sick-bed, have calmed and tranquilized the troubled soul, even as of old the words of Jesus, "Peace, be still," soothed the tempestuous billows, so that "immediately there was a great calm."
But in another and higher sense, it is true that "vain is the help of man." We can only effectually help each other when we are "instruments in God's hand." He makes use of us as His servants, and when we feel and realize our responsibility as such, then our feeble efforts are blessed, and we become "sons of consolation." Apart from this, of what avail is it that the physician prescribes; or that the minister visits the chamber of sickness? Health will not return at the bidding of the one, nor comfort flow from the exhortations of the other. It matters not that there is the exercise of the highest skill, and the utterance of the most thrilling eloquence. Still the burden of disease will bear down the body, and the load of anxiety oppress the spirit. But when the Divine blessing is given, and the Spirit pours forth His promised influence, all is changed. The pulse beats again with health--the soul is freed from its agitations and alarms.
Shall I, then, "trust in the son of man?" No, rather, shall I not trust in Him who alone "has the issues of life and death"? My heart may be filled with gratitude and love to those who have been the "instruments in God's hand," and they may become dear to me--even as my own flesh; but I will not "put my trust" in them--I will look higher far--to Him who has promised to watch over me with a Father's care, and whose power nothing can withstand. I will look to Him who is seated as my Advocate and Elder Brother at the Father's right hand, and who has promised to 'undertake for me,' and to plead, in my behalf, the merits of His own most precious blood. I will look to Him who alone can carry home the truth to my heart, even the Comforting Spirit--at whose bidding doubt and fear must vanish, and hope and joy take possession of my soul.