2 Samuel 11-12 tells the story of David’s
scandalous sin and God’s great mercy toward him. David committed adultery and
murder. In the Lord’s mercy, God sent Nathan to confront David. David repented
but his sins brought temporal judgments upon him.
When Nathan confronted David, he told David
that God was going to take his son. In the time leading up to his son’s death,
David fasted and prayed. But when David’s son died, according to the word of the
Lord, scripture tells us:
Then David arose from the earth and washed and anointed
himself and changed his clothes. And he went into the house of the Lord and worshiped. He then went to
his own house. And when he asked, they set food before him, and he ate. Then
his servants said to him, “What is this thing that you have done? You
fasted and wept for the child while he was
alive; but when the child died, you arose and ate food.” He said, “While
the child was still alive, I fasted and wept, for I said, ‘Who knows
whether the Lord will be gracious to me, that the child may live?’ But now he
is dead. Why should I fast? Can I bring him back
again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.” 2 Samuel
12:20-23
David understood that this chastening was from
the hand of the Lord. He accepted it and went to worship the Holy One who had
forgiven his trespasses. He was content to submit to God’s gracious and holy
will.
Although not all chastening is a result of
serious sin, (see Job,) all believers are disciplined by the Lord’s hand as
they are conformed into the image of Christ. Fires come that keep us from
being burned by the flames of sinful desires kindling in our hearts. He
puts us through trials that melt off our dross. Storms come that drive us to
shelter under his wings. He beckons us to himself and tells of his amazing
grace toward us:
But now thus says the LORD, he who created you, O Jacob, he
who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you
by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through
fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. Isaiah
43:1-2
But we can have a tendency to balk at such
things, desiring more comfortable circumstances. In Psalm 73, Asaph repents of his desire for comfort
and his envy of the wicked who seemed to have lives of ease.
Asaph spends several verses confessing
his envious thoughts, I have only included a small portion of the Psalm below:
Behold,
these are the wicked;
always at ease, they increase in riches.
All in vain have I kept my heart clean
and washed my hands in innocence. For all the day long I have been stricken
and rebuked every morning. (vs. 13-14)
always at ease, they increase in riches.
All in vain have I kept my heart clean
and washed my hands in innocence. For all the day long I have been stricken
and rebuked every morning. (vs. 13-14)
By God’s grace, Asaph turned from his sin. He looked upon his God
of grace and learned to heed what Proverbs 3:11-12 instructs:
My son, do not despise the
Lord’s discipline, and do not resent his rebuke, because the Lord disciplines
those he loves, as a father the son he delights
in.
In verses 22 and 23, Asaph says “I was like a beast toward
you. Nevertheless, I am continually with you; you hold my right hand.” He
goes on to praise and glory in his heavenly treasure.
Asaph learned that although the wicked may appear to have lives of
ease, they are under the wrath of God. Unless they turn to Christ by grace,
through faith (Ephesians 2:8-9,) they will one day perish.
Asaph had received the unspeakable riches of Christ. He learned
to embrace God’s discipline, doled out by his
loving hand.
Hebrews 12: 6-12 encourages us:
Consider him who endured
from sinners such hostility against himself, so that you may not grow weary or
fainthearted. In your struggle against sin you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood. And
have you forgotten the exhortation that addresses you as sons?
“My
son, do not regard lightly the discipline of the Lord,
nor be weary when reproved by him.
For the Lord disciplines the one he loves,
and chastises every son whom he receives.”
nor be weary when reproved by him.
For the Lord disciplines the one he loves,
and chastises every son whom he receives.”
It is for
discipline that you have to endure. God is treating you as sons. For what
son is there whom his father does not discipline? If you are left without
discipline, in which all have participated, then you are illegitimate
children and not sons. Besides this, we have had
earthly fathers who disciplined us and we respected them. Shall we not much
more be subject to the Father of spirits and live? For they
disciplined us for a short time as it seemed best to them, but he
disciplines us for our good, that we may share his holiness. For the moment all
discipline seems painful rather than pleasant,
but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have
been trained by it. Therefore lift your drooping hands and strengthen
your weak knees, and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be put out of joint but rather be
healed.
In a
short Welsh hymn titled “Kissing The Rod,” the author prays:
Teach me Aaron's thoughtful silence
When corrected by thy rod;
Teach me Eli's acquiescence,
Saying, "Do thy will, my God:"
Teach me Job's confiding patience,
Dreading words from pride that flow;
For Thou, Lord, alone exaltest,
And Thou only layest low.
God faithfully gives the help we need. In the
midst of a very painful chastening, the Lord gave David “godliness with
contentment which is great gain” (1 Timothy 6:6.) God gives this grace to all
of his children. In Philippians 4:12, Paul inspired by the Holy Spirit,
writes: I know how to be brought low, and I know how to
abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing
plenty and hunger, abundance and need.”
God’s grace shines as he disciplines us. He
loves us. He is sanctifying us. We are his children.
Although there may be moments of discontent or
unbelief when we are disciplined, the beauty of God’s grace shines as he washes
our feet and gives us joy.
His grace shines when I see brothers and
sisters in Christ rejoicing in the Lord amidst sorrowful providences.
In his hymn, it is well with my soul, Horatio Spafford did just this. This past week, I learned the story behind this hymn.
Spafford penned this after his four daughters died in a ship wreck; his son had
also died two years prior to this tragedy. As he passed through the waters of
grief, Spafford clung to his Lord and wrote this beautiful song.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed his own blood for my soul.
My sin—O the bliss of this glorious thought!—
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
O Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend;
"Even so"—it is well with my soul.
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed his own blood for my soul.
My sin—O the bliss of this glorious thought!—
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
O Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend;
"Even so"—it is well with my soul.
In closing, I would like to share a poem:
Sight says I'll drown
Faith knows I'm in a boat of grace
Guided by the Lord
At his word, I’ve been smooth sailing
At his command, tumultuous waters rise
Cold waves gush in, assaulting me
Drenched and weak
I pour buckets of icy water
Out of a boat that cannot sink
Weary of futility
Grieved of my idolatry
I toss the flimsy bucket
Waves swallow it out of sight
This is the Lord's storm
I row with all my might
His victory is mine