CHAPTER V.

WIDOW OF NAIN.

Addressed to Widows who are called to lose ther Children also.

And it came to pass the day after, that he went into a city called Nain; and many of his disciples went with him, and much people. Now when he came nigh to 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. And when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her, and said unto her, Weep not. And he came and touched the bier; and they that bore him stood still. And he said, Young man, I say unto thee, arise. And he that was dead sat up, and began to speak. And he delivered him to his mother."-Luke, vii. 11-15.

THE mercy of Christ, as it never wanted objects in this sorrowful world, so it was never wearied in relieving them. One day he healed the servant of

the centurion, upon being earnestly solicited to do it, to show what efficacy there is in the prayer of faith; the next, he restored to life the son of a widow, without being asked, to demonstrate his sovereignty in the bestowment of his favours. One act of beneficence seemed only to make him more ready and more willing to perform another; in this also he is an example to his people, who are not to satisfy themselves with any measure of good works.

But let us attend to the present instance of his miraculous kindness. As he drew near to a small town called Nain, a funeral procession was coming out at the gate, and was slowly moving towards the place of sepulture, which, with the Jews, was always without the walls of their cities. It was not accidental that the Saviour came up just at that time, but was ordered for the glory of God. Here was a spectacle to move a harder heart than that of Christ. The victim of death was in this instance, a young man, cut off in the flower of his age, and on that account, a loss to society, but a still heavier loss to that venerable form, which, with the attire of a widow, as well as the low moans of a bereaved mother, is following the corpse to its last home. It is a short, but simply touching narrative, which the historian gives, "Behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow." When the scripture would conevy the most impressive idea of the depth of human sorrow, it uses this form of speech,

"As one that is in bitterness for an on.y son. There it is before us, in that forlorn widow. It is afflictive to see a loving couple following an only child to the grave; but then, they consider, as with tearful eyes they look upon each, that there might have been a grief still harder to be borne, than even this. "Thank God," they exclaim, "we are spared to each other," and thus they find, even at the opening grave of an only child, a supporting thought in the presence of each other. But here is a case in which there is no one to share the grief, and support the fainting heart of this sorrowful woman : her husband is already in the grave, and her son, her only son, is about to be laid on the coffin of his father. At this juncture the Son of God drew nigh:

His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.

The widow's sorrows touched that heart: and he said to her, "Woman, weep not." Oh if she was not too much absorbed in grief to him, what must she have thought of such an injunction: "Who has cause to weep if it is not I. If tears are ever in season, they are now. Stranger cease to taunt me with such an exhortation, unless you can restore to my widowed arms, the child that lies sleeping there in death." She knew not who it was that spoke to her, but she shall soon know to her unutterable joy. As the Lord of life and death he

arrests the coffin, and frees the prisoner. Young man, I say unto thee, arise." That is the voice that shall one day burst every tomb, call up our vanished bodies, from those elements into which they are resolved, and raise them out of their beds of dust, to glory, honour, and immortality. The grave shall restore all it receives, whether that grave be in the sea, in the dry land, in the forest, the wilderness, or in the crowded cemetery. "Why should it be thought a thing incredible that God shall raise the dead ?" It is no harder for the Almighty word, which gave being unto all things, to say, "Let them be restored," than "let them be made." The sleeping youth obeyed the mandate, rose upon the bier, cast off his grave clothes, descended, and threw himself into the arms of his astonished, enraptured, and overwhelmed mother. Blessed type of that wondrous scene just alluded to, when at the sound of the last trumpet, this mortal shall put on immortality, and this corruptible shall put on incorruption, and death shall be swallowed up in victory. I attempt not, for who could succeed in the effort, to pourtray the mother's joy, and her renewed intercourse with her lost child: all she could find composure enough to say, was "Rojoice with me, for this my son was dead, and is alive again!"

I now turn to those who are appointed to bear like sorrows, without the immediate prospect, or the hope of her relief; I mean those widows, and such there are, who have been called to part from an only child.

Forlorn, indeed, is your situation-desolate your house-bereaved your heart of its last earthly hope. Not to sympathise with you, not to concede the greatness of your calamity, would be the most cruel insensibility, such as I pray God to preserve me from.

But stop, is all dead? Your husband is dead, your parents are dead, your children are dead-but is not God alive is not Christ alive-is not the bible alive? Has the tomb swallowed up all? No. Be this your exultation, "He lives and blessed be my rock, and let the God of my salvation be exalted." True, you cannot expect that the power of Christ will be exerted, at least, till the resurrection, to call your only child from the grave: but the same heart that pitied the widow of Nain, pities you. Jesus sees you as certainly, and compassionates you as tenderly as he did her, although his compassion may not be exerted in precisely the same manner.

Perhaps that only son was the last thing that stood between you and the Saviour to detain your heart from him. You had not been weaned from the world till he was taken. You still sought your happiness on earth. Your whole soul was bound up in that child. Even for God and Christ, you had no supreme love, while he lived: and as there was a purpose of eternal mercy to be fulfilled, by the death of that child, it pleased God to remove him. You would not come to Christ while that obstacle was in the way, and therefore God displaced it: now, the way to the cross is all clear. The Saviour has come to