Isa 54:11 O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.
The Lord here compares his suffering Church to a ship at
sea, laboring in a heavy storm, driven out of her course by contrary winds,
as was Paul's case in the Adriatic, and doubtful whether she will ever reach
the harbor; as the hymn says, "Half a wreck by tempests driven."
What a picture of a tempest-tossed soul! Sun and stars
beclouded, compass lost, chart useless, pilot absent, and breakers ahead!
Many, very many of the Lord's dear family are thus "tossed with tempest;"
some with a tempest of doubts and fears; others with a tempest of lust and
corruptions; some with a tempest of rebellion and fretfulness; others with a
storm of guilt and despondency, or with gloomy forebodings and dismal
apprehensions.
Thus they are driven from their course, their sun and stars
all obscured; no clear evidences, no bright manifestations; darkness above,
and a raging sea beneath; no harbor in sight, and hope of reaching the
desired haven almost gone.
But it is further said of Zion, that she is "not
comforted;" that is, not comforted by, nor capable of comfort from, any
other than God.
This I look upon as a very decisive mark of a work of grace
upon the soul.
When a man is so distressed in his feelings, so cast down in
his mind, and so troubled in his conscience, that none but God can comfort
him, we seem to be at once on the footsteps of the Spirit.
We do not find
hypocrites on this ground. False professors can easily take comfort; they
can steal what God does not give, and appropriate what he does not apply.
But Zion's special mark is that she is "not comforted," that her wounds are
too deep for human balms, her sickness too sore for creature medicines.
God
has reserved her comfort in his own hands; from his lips alone can
consolation be spoken into her soul.
~J. C. Philpot~
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