Pilgrim's Progress (with apologies to Bunyan)
“…And all the time the Lord went before them,
by day a pillar of cloud to guide them on their journey, by night a pillar of
fire to give them light, so that they could travel night and day. The pillar
of cloud never left its place in front of the people by day, nor the pillar
of fire by night”
Exodus 13: 21,22, NEB
“Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, pilgrim
through this barren land…
Let the fiery cloudy pillar lead me all my journey
through…”
(William Williams, SASB 578, from verses 1 & 2).
One of my favourite Army songs, to which I was
introduced by none other than General John Gowans at Westminster Central
Hall, London, a couple of years ago, is SASB 383; “Songs of salvation are
sounding…” I like the tune, I like the
note of praise that is resonant throughout, and I like the sequentiality of
the words in that they tell the gospel story in a nutshell.
What appeals to
me most, though, through all of that, is the penultimate line of the chorus;
“Sinners to Jesus now clinging”. These are truly marvellous words, and I
would go so far as to say that they describe exactly what The Salvation Army
is, so far as I understand it. That is to say, for all our pomp and ceremony,
this is what we have always been, and this is what we need always to be – a
bunch of sinners, clinging to Jesus for dear life and any hope of glory.
What say we abandon the ribbons on our caps
and have new ones made up with those five words embroidered on them? What say
we order some fresh notepaper that is headed, “The Salvation Army, A
Christian Church and a Registered Charity, Sinners to Jesus Now Clinging”?
For me, the appeal of those words lies in the
reminder of our daily need to abide in Jesus (both individually and
corporately, as a Movement). The Lord said, in John 15:5, “Apart from me you
can do nothing” (NEB). I have no dilemma in re-phrasing those words as “Apart
from me, The Salvation Army can do nothing”.
Outside of his mercy, we remain
utterly lost and dead in sin (Ephesians 2:1-10). Maybe Lieut.-Commissioner
Arch Wiggins understood our state of absolute dependence when he wrote, in
SASB 171, “Thou canst the breath of man bestow or canst behold (see also
Psalm 104:29). In other words, we can’t even breathe by ourselves, without
God’s grace!
What a starting point in our pilgrimage that
is – the realisation that we are unable to inhale without help! As
individuals, we cannot take in oxygen and release carbon dioxide unless God
decrees it so, breath by breath. Arguably more importantly, as a Movement, we
cannot absorb any of the breath of God without first acknowledging our need
of same. The lungs of The Salvation Army remain flat and lifeless unless we
plead with God – sinners clinging to Jesus – for him to breathe life into us.
Job knew full well the life-imparting qualities of God’s breath (see Job 27:3
& 37:10) – not to mention Adam! (Genesis 2:7), and The Salvation Army
must be similarly aware, and careful to practice deep breathing all the
time.
Exodus 13:17-22 gives us the account of the
Israelites departing from Egypt. They move from one place to another, from
Egypt through the wilderness towards the Red Sea, from Succoth to their camp
at Etham, all the time following the guidance of the Lord as revealed in
instructions to Moses and as shown by the cloudy and fiery
pillars.
Throughout their journeys, they remained utterly in need of
instruction, and grace abounding was theirs as God saw fit to manifest the pillars
(or “the Angel of the Lord” – see Exodus 14:19) to lead and direct. Who is to
say that such help will not be given to every corps or centre or headquarters
or individual if it is sought? Who is to say that The Salvation Army need be
without such thrilling intimacy with The Divine Navigator? In our planning,
in our deciding, in our goings out and comings in, I have to believe that we
too can experience a level of care and control that will see us safely
through our wanderings.
I took my little boy to see a collection of
fleas once. They were long since dead (one hopes!), and encased in glass as
part of a large collection of insects, scorpions, spiders, butterflies and
moths.
Being a voracious reader, I bid young Alistair remain still while I
read the accompanying notes about the history of fleas, and was astonished to
discover that the little creatures only started to become a problem for
humankind when cave people took to settling down, and establishing permanent
homes. Until that time, man had been relatively untroubled by flea bites. To
paraphrase the official information at the flea exhibition, it was only when
men and women decided to stay put that the parasites moved in! Apparently,
our more nomadic ancestors came and went without a bite to report.
Is this not some kind of parable for The
Salvation Army? All the while we keep on the move – following the pillars –
we can expect to live adventurous lives of exciting holiness and obedience.
When we think we know best and choose to stay in one place (because it’s more
comfortable, as were the caves), we can expect to have our lifeblood sucked
out of us.
If God is calling his Salvation Army to follow
him, here, there and everywhere, then follow we must, for parasites find it
much easier to feed on and irritate that which is stagnant (for which read
dying). It might not be comfortable to follow a moving God (in fact it will
probably be extremely uncomfortable at times, according to Matthew 8:20, in
which we read of a transient Jesus), but if the alternative is to abandon his
leadership and huddle ourselves away in our little caves of personal
preference and routine, then I don’t see we have any choice. We follow, and
live, or we go our own ways, and slowly but surely, the life that we have
drains away.
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