This Is Not Your Rest!

Edward Griffin, 1770-1837

"Arise and depart; for this is not your rest — because it is polluted." Micah 2:10

The land of Canaan was called a rest. "Unto whom I swore in my wrath, that they should not enter into my rest." It was given to Israel after their wanderings for four hundred and seventy years (from the time that Abraham left "Ur of the Chaldees") — as a permanent retreat from the world, where they might rest "under the shadow of the Almighty." But it was given on condition of their faithful obedience. That obedience they had failed to render.

In the preceding verses the prophet had reproached them for their merciless oppression — and in our text he pronounces their doom: "Arise and depart; for this is not your rest — because it is polluted" by your sins. You shall find neither contentment nor continuance here. One trouble shall follow another, until you are swept away and removed to Babylon.

Perhaps another idea may be added. Since the land is polluted and your doom is known — then it is no longer lawful for you to seek a rest here. Arise and depart, for to rest in this place after you are forbidden to stay, is pollution.

Some have thought that the address was made to the oppressed, and was intended for a word of consolation. 'Arise and depart from this land of oppression — you shall find relief in another country. Comfort your hearts, for the time of your deliverance is at hand. Tremble not at a removal to Babylon, for nothing but violence and injustice awaits you here.'

It is allowed by commentators, that these words may be properly applied to the state of men in the present world. And I see not why they may not be applied in all the senses that have been mentioned. Let us expand them in the threefold form.

From these different views, we may consider ourselves called upon to turn our backs on the world and to set our faces towards Heaven — by all the following considerations:

I. That this world is not our home.

II. That the world cannot satisfy.

III. That an attempt to rest in it is sinful.

IV. That no alliance can be formed with the men of the world without hazard of pollution.

V That no rest can be found in a world full of injustice and oppression.

VI. That no rest can be found in a world inundated with the floods of affliction.

In the morning, he looks forward to life as a little eternity — but before he is aware, his head is covered with the frost of old age, and he is tottering on his withered limbs. And then when leaning upon his staff and counting the graves of the companions of his youth — he can feelingly pronounce that life "is as a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away." Life is as transient "as a tale that is told." Life is "as a dream when one awakes."

Regular and rapid, like the waves of the sea, one generation sweeps off another into the gulf of oblivion . Where are those who filled the world with noise and strife, with fame and folly — half a century ago? And where, half a century to come, will be those who now fill the whole circle of human vision? Before they are aware — their places will be vacant, to be filled with another generation as transient as themselves!

Thus pass away all the inhabitants of the world. And where does the wave sweep them? Into that state of conscious being which is never to end — which is fraught with bliss — or agony , beyond the imaginations of this infant world to conceive! Through fields of light — or through floods of fire, they will look back to the time when they spent a few moments on a little particle of dust called earth, which, millions of ages since, has sunk in the general conflagration! Even then, their eternity will be but just begun.

And when, from that remote point, they remember how attached they once were to this world — how they regarded it in a sense as their final rest, and placed it higher than that eternal state — then how will they stand amazed at their folly!

This present world is but the threshold of your being — and all before you is a boundless eternity. Why then are your affections lingering on this fleeting world? Why are your calculations bounded by the present world?

Had not sin entered, this world might have been your happy home for many years, until exchanged by a translation to the empyreal heavens. But since the tragedy of Eden brought death into the world — then how vain to linger, for a resting-place, about these mortal shores. A voice from Heaven breaks in upon our frenzied dreams, "Arise and depart — for this is not your rest!"

While his mind remained pure, however, he was able to enjoy the good things of the world to a perfect degree. No restless longings, no perplexing care, no throb of envy, no collision of interest, no pang of disappointment — hung around the pursuit or possession of worldly good. His mind, kept in order by the dominant love of God, held the creature in its proper place — and he could all that the world contained.

But since the creature assumed the place of God — it has become, as all idols must, an instrument of pain. Withered by the curse of God — yet sought with inordinate desire and expectation, it . . . turns to unsavory ashes upon the palate, plants thorns of disappointment in the heart, and proves its name and its nature to be nothing but "vanity and vexation of spirit!"

Many minds, broken loose from their center, have wandered in search of rest in the creature — but none have ever found it. Wealth says — It is not in me! Honor and pleasure say — It is not in me! Instead of rest , there is wretchedness whenever the attempt is made.

Solomon, who surpassed in wealth , as he did in wisdom , all the other kings of Israel — had the fairest opportunity to try the experiment. He drained the creature to the dregs — and when he had drunk it all, he wrote this label upon the goblet for the admonition of future ages, "All is vanity and vexation of spirit!"

The most effectual way to turn the sweets of creature comforts into wormwood, is to seek to draw from them, what must be derived from God alone — the supreme happiness of an immortal mind.

Thus sin and the curse have ruined that enjoyment of the creature, which was originally intended. Why then search for satisfaction — where it is not to be found? "Why do you seek the living among the dead?" "Arise and depart; for this is not your rest — because it is polluted!"

Hence the declaration, "If any man loves the world — then the love of the Father is not in him." We may value the creature for the purposes for which it was given us — yet there is not a man on earth who does not love the world too much. The chief current of selfishness sets this way — for inordinate self-love chiefly consists in overvaluing the happiness which results from the gratification of worldly propensities. While selfishness remains — the love of honor, wealth, and pleasure will hold too high a place in the heart; and we shall seek them with undue desire and reckon on them too much as essential parts of prosperity. Our minds will too earnestly cleave to them — and be too distracted with care about possessing them.

This it is to rest in the creature — and this, in whatever degree it is indulged, is idolatry . It is the ruin of worldly men — and it is the besetting sin of professing Christians themselves.

The only cure for it, is to give a larger proportion of the heart to God. This can be effected only by deep contemplations of God and earnest applications to Him for the Holy Spirit.

The evil of resting in the creature — consists in overvaluing our own separate happiness in seeking selfish gratification — and in searching for happiness outside of God.

Until men have taken an everlasting leave of the world, and shut themselves up in a convent or in Hell —  the love of the world is the principal way by which they stray from God, and the principal affection which takes the place of love to Him. The love of the world is the great road to endless perdition — it is the great road to darkness, temptation, and eternal distress.

To attempt then to rest in the creature, is to seek a guilty rest. It is to lie down in pollution. Why then are your heart-strings so entwined about the world? Why cast yourselves down to sleep in this polluted world? Arise and depart — for this is not your lawful rest!

But after all, the life and soul of religion is excluded. This is the world in its most imposing shape. In all other forms, it is the open enemy of all religion, if not of all morality. With such a world — what alliance can be formed without polluting our minds and hazarding our salvation? A voice from Heaven says, "Come out from among them, and be separate — and touch not the unclean thing." "You are not of the world, even as I am not of the world." "Friendship of the world is enmity with God — whoever therefore will be a friend of the world, is the enemy of God."

I know an attempt is sometimes made to prove that the character of the world is changed by the introduction of Christianity, and to render a considerable part of the Bible inapplicable to the present day. But this arises from sheer ignorance of the character of man, and the nature of regeneration. All who remain the world, in distinction from the truly regenerate — are the same in heart as though no Gospel had been sent. If they do not love God supremely — then they are supremely attached to themselves, and of course are His enemies.

"No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other — or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money." "He who is not with me — is against me; and he who gathers not with me — scatters abroad." Those then who have not been raised to the supreme love of God, remain as fully His enemies as though no Gospel had been given to men.

Those of course who are the world, in distinction from the true Christian, retain still the character ascribed to the world in the New Testament. With that world, it is hazardous to form any alliance. Conformity to them is death. Heaven itself has said, "Be not conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind." Why then are you resting on the opinions of worldly men? Why are you so eager to catch their smiles ? Why then are you yielding yourselves up to those habits of pleasure which their practice has sanctioned? Why then are you reaching after associations with them — to the neglect of humble Christians?

In a world where selfishness forms the supreme law — where true love is an exotic, thinly scattered and of feeble growth — where hard-hearted hate and hard-handed oppression repel and crush and grind the feeble — where churlishness and envy and rivalship and jealousies sever the bands of social life — what true rest can be found?

But there is a world where rivalries never come, where selfish passion never sours, where envy and oppression and war can never enter, where a man finds a brother in everyone he meets, where justice and honor and love and tenderness govern every heart, every action, every feature and look.

Why will you linger so long among scorns and abuses? Why cleave to this hardhearted world as though your feet grew to the soil? Come away, O lambs of Christ, from the jaws of the lion and the bear — and enter into the heavenly fold. Will you seek to rest among enemies — when there is such a world of tenderness to receive you? There your best friends are — there God your Savior reigns.

Will you choose this poor world for your home, where you timid spirits have only to tremble and weep? Turn your backs on this den of thieves — and enter the portals of that blessed city where all is the sweetest harmony and love.

This world is the suffering time of the Church, the wilderness through which they must pass to the heavenly rest, the long, tiresome desert full of serpents and enemies, and in which is no water. Here "moth" corrupts and "thieves break through and steal." Here they have to drag about a weak and aching body. Here their heart-strings are often broken in the dying chambers of their friends.

"Why should this world delight us so? Why should we fix our eyes On these low grounds where sorrows grow And every pleasure dies?"

Are we confined to this poor world? Has infinite love provided nothing better? Has God prepared no habitation in His wide domains more worthy to be the object of our aspiring hopes? Lift up your eyes and see!

"There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain!

Why then should we wish to continue here in this poor world? Why should we thrust ourselves down among the briers and thorns? Why are we so unwilling to go away to everlasting peace?

Do we not know that these afflictions were introduced by sin ? The world is full of trouble, because it is unholy. This argument too is pressed home by the same voice from Heaven. "Arise and depart; for this is not your rest — because it is polluted."

To these arguments, drawn from the text, it may be added, that Christians themselves are distressed with many sins . And will you seek a rest among your own pollutions? Before you lies a world of everlasting purity. Will you not arise and seek after that?

Here on earth, the face of your heavenly Father is but little seen — and you are frequently called to mourn an absent God. But there you will see Him face to face — without an interposing cloud for all eternity. Will not this thought break your slumbers? Will you not from this hour take your hearts and hopes from earth — and lodge them in the Heaven of heavens?

You do not belong here in this poor world — you are citizens of another country. Break loose from this enchanted ground . Direct your eye steadily towards your eternal inheritance, and press towards that glorious mark. Soon will you be far away from earth, and enter among the glories of the upper world. Forget your idols, forget your father's house — and bend all your thoughts to immortality. And then your "light affliction, which is but for a moment, shall work for you a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory!" Amen.