TRIBULATION AND
TRIUMPH
Dr. W. A.
Criswell
Acts 14:22
03-19-78
As
always, dear wonderful choir and orchestra, you bless our hearts and lift our
souls heavenward. It is a sweet privilege for us in this First Baptist
Church in Dallas to welcome a multitude who every Lord’s Day share this hour on
television and on radio. There are many of you who will you able to be
with us each day at high noon this week. Our pre-Easter services—this
will be almost toward seventy years that our church has conducted those
services. And as you can see from your Sunday Reminder, the
theme this year will be The Signs Of God; tomorrow at high noon, The
Signs Of The Times; on Tuesday, The Sign Of The Virgin Birth; on
Wednesday, The Sign Of The Prophet Jonah; on Thursday, The Signs Of
Our Lord’s Second Coming; and on Friday, the day He was crucified, The
Sign Of The Cross. As announcement has been made, there will be a
lunch served at the church before and after, which gives you a wonderful
opportunity, a gracious open door, to bring a friend or a family with you, and
make it a high spiritual moment in our lives.
In
our preaching through the Book of Acts, we are in chapter fourteen. And
in the midst of the fourteenth chapter of Acts, there is a text that appeals to
me in its infinite truth, and I hope God will help me expound this sacred
hour. The text is “… that we must through much tribulation enter into the
kingdom of God” [Acts 14:22].
The
context would begin at verse nineteen, when Paul has preached at Lystra.
They stoned him and dragged him out of the city, supposing he had been dead;
and they dumped him and some kind of a ditch. But, as the disciples stood
round about him, mourning him, he rose up and returned into the city. And
as he preached to them, exhorting them to continue in the faith, he said—my
text, “that we must through much tribulation enter into the kingdom of God.”
The
Greek word there is thlipsis, “tribulation,” “affliction.” The
translation in English comes through the Latin Vulgate. Tribulation: tribulum was the Latin
word for the flail that a farmer used when he beat out his wheat, thrashed his
wheat, a tribulum. And from that beating of the wheat came our
English word “tribulation”: “through much tribulation we must enter into the
kingdom of God.”
There is a sorrow of the world. There
is a common tribulation and heartache and oppression, disappointment,
frustration that is known to all mankind. It is something we all have in
common, all of us. There are tears of childhood; they are just as real as
the tears of manhood. There are tears of teenagers; disappointments and
frustrations that young people know. There are many struggles that
manhood and womanhood endure; and of course, there is the inevitable and
inexorable approach of old age and finally, death. All mankind are one in
that tribulum. Job said, “a man’s days are few and full of
trouble” [Job 14:1].
It
is an unusual thing how the Lord closes his Sermon on the Mount. He
speaks of a man who builds his house on the rock, and the rains descend, and
the floods rise, and the winds blow and beat on that house. Then He says
there is a man who builds his house upon the sand, and the rains descend, and
the floods rise, and the winds blow, and beat on that house [Matthew 7:24-27].
A very logical question would arise: Why do both men build their houses in a
riverbed, where the floods rise and beat against the house? The answer is
most obvious; there is no other place to build your house but in the path of
the storm and of the flood, of sorrow and disappointment and heartache and age
and death. There is a sorrow that is common, a tribulation that is shared
by all mankind. There is also a sorrow and a tribulation that is known to
the worldly, to the sinner, to the unrighteous, to these who have every hope
and every dream centered in this life and in this world. They also know a
terrible and tragic sorrow.
A
typical example of that kind of world of sorrow would be a doll, a glamour girl
in Hollywood. Her whole life centers around her youth and her
beauty. And every dream she has, and every prospect for every golden
tomorrow, lies in her being a sex symbol, or a movie star, or some glamorous
creature that is coveted by those who exploit the movie world. Then, one
day, she looks into the mirror and she begins to find evidences of the fading
beauty, and the loss of her youth. And having no alternative, how many
times do you read that she commits suicide? A sorrow of the world.
Another
example of it would be one that is poignant, at least to me. The great,
noble president of the United States whom I admired so much visited a few
times. [He] fell into cloud and darkness, and finally, resignation.
That is what the proverb says, “the way of the transgressors is hard” [Proverbs
13:15]. There is a sorrow of the world that is undeniable. Always
present, they are linked together—sin, and unrighteousness, and judgment, and
death.
But
there is also a tribulation that is peculiar and unique to the child of God;
just the opposite of what you might think. We can easily see and
understand how God links unrighteousness and iniquity with judgment and trouble
and tribulation, but how is it that the child of God also falls into that like
category of trouble, and trial, and sorrow, and affliction, and
tribulation? Yet the Bible plainly presents it. It is not just in
this text, “that through much tribulation we enter into the kingdom of
God.” This is a teaching of the Holy Scriptures all the way
through.
For
example, in the first letter that Paul wrote addressed to the church at
Thessalonica, he says, “we are sending Timothy, our brother, minister of God,
and our fellow laborer in the gospel [of Christ], to establish you, and to
comfort you concerning your faith: that no man should be moved by his
afflictions: for we ourselves know that we are appointed thereunto” [1
Thessalonians 3:2]. What an unbelievable avowal, that we are appointed
unto afflictions. “For verily, truly, when we were with you, we told you
before that we should suffer tribulation: even as it came to pass, and you
know” [2 Thessalonians 3:4]—as you experienced. These are God’s
people. These are fellow Christians in the church at Antioch; also in the
church at Thessalonica. So he sends Timothy to comfort them, that they
should not be moved by their afflictions whereunto they are appointed.
“For we told you before that we should suffer tribulation, as it is come to
pass, and as you know.”
Now
that is the first letter that Paul wrote. Now, look at him in the last
letter; this is Second Timothy. In the last letter that he wrote: “Yea,
and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution” [2
Timothy 3:12]. Why, you would think we who are Christians, who have found
refuge in Christ, that would be the first thing that God would do for us. We would have no trouble, and no sorrow, and
no tears, no trials, no tribulations, no afflictions, no suffering. That
would be just what you would think. We are Christians now, and we have
given our lives to God. Therefore, we are delivered from these trials and
troubles.
It
is just the opposite, which is a startling and an amazing revelation in the
Word of God, and in our own experience. Because I am a Christian by no
wise means that I do not weep in trial, and that I do not feel the afflictions
and oppressions of the world; that I do not fall into sorrow and frustration
and disappointment.
Mrs.
Criswell and I were visiting in the home of a godly deacon and his wife.
They had one child. She was a girl, then, of about sixteen years of
age. While we were there, she went through the living room, all dressed
up. There was a car of young people out in front, and she had a
date. And so, trippingly, and lightsomely, and gladly, and laughingly,
and happily, she went out the room, and out the door, and into the car, and
away with the young people on that date.
We
stayed late that night. And sometime late in the evening, that same girl
came by. She walked through the living room, looking neither to the right
nor to the left, not speaking, and went down the hallway and opened the door
into her bedroom. I was seated on that side of the living room; and, in a
moment, I could hear her sobs, her cries, her tears. Evidently, the
mother—possibly everybody—heard it as I did.
So
the mother stood up and excused herself for a moment and went down the hall and
opened the door of the bedroom into which this sixteen-year-old girl had
entered. And after a while she came back; and, seated with us in the
living room, apparently feeling compelled to explain what had happened,
she said this: “My sweet girl tells me that in the car, and out with those
young people, they hit upon some kind of promiscuity. And because she
would not enter into it, they shoved her out of the car and made her walk home;
and that is why she is crying in the bedroom.” That is
Christian, and that is Christianity.
There
is not a businessman but will know what it is to pay a price for integrity and
honesty. And there is not a Christian who grows up in the earth but that
knows what it is to face trial and compromise. Is that not my text: “in
the world, you will suffer tribulation”?
Now
the difference lies in how we meet it. How does the worldly? How
does the sinner? How does the one who does not believe in God? How
does the one who rejects Christ? How does he face trial and trouble and
inevitable tribulation? He does it in despair. He has no other
alternative. There is no other choice. He does it in absolute
darkness and frustration in giving up. There is nothing that
remains. Disraeli, who fashioned the British Empire under Queen Victoria,
said, “Youth is a mistake. Manhood is a struggle. Old age is a
regret.”
The
fashion of modern philosophy is existentialism. You know what
existentialism is? It is the philosophy, and it is the modern philosophy,
of this modern world—all that we know is our bare existence, the consciousness
of our existence. So the word “existentialism.” That is all.
We do not know where we came from. We do not know where we are going
to. There is no purpose. There is no meaning. There is no
tomorrow in life. It is a philosophy of indescribable and infinite
despair. And that is the philosophy of this modern world.
[Leo]
Tolstoy, the incomparable Russian novelist and philosopher, in his My
Confessions and My Religion, he summarized four attitudes men take toward
life’s problems. He classifies all men into these four categories.
Number one, there are those, he says, who view life as all bad, and get drunk
to forget it. Number two, there are those who view life as all bad, and
struggle against it. Number three, there are those who view life as all
bad, and by suicide remove themselves from it. And four, and this is the
one which Tolstoy includes himself, he says there are those of us who view life
as all bad, but we live on irrationally accepting it as it comes. Now,
that is your finest mind and the finest definition of the purpose and meaning
of life. Its either to get drunk and forget; its either to struggle
against it hopelessly; its either to commit suicide and get out of it; or it is
to accept it irrationally as it is, as it comes—no meaning, no purpose; just
enduring it until the grave swallows you up.
According to the Word of God, there is also a
fifth alternative that Tolstoy does not name, namely this: there could be
a divine reason and a divine purpose in life. There could be in life God,
who has infinite reason and infinite plan, infinite sovereign grace for us who
have found refuge in Him. It could be, it might be, it may be, could be,
that there is yet another: namely, God.
Alfred
Lloyd Tennyson and Thomas Carlisle were looking at two busts. One was of
the German poet Goethe, and the other was the Italian poet Dante. And
Tennyson said to Carlisle, “What is it in the face of Dante that one misses in
the face of Goethe?” And immediately Carlisle responded, “God.” It
is God that makes the difference as we face life in all of its vicissitudes and
fortunes and trials and troubles and tribulations.
So
God, in the revealed Word and in this blessed Book that I hold in my hand, God
says that in our trial and in our trouble, we glorify Him. In the
twenty-first chapter of the Gospel of John, the Lord said to Simon Peter he
should die by crucifixion, by the stretched-out hands. Then the next
verse avows, “This spake the Lord, signifying by what suffering, by what death,
by what crucifixion Simon Peter should glorify God” [John 21:19]. The
glory of God is found in the fire, and the flame, and the trial of his people;
singing songs in the night, praising God in the midst of indescribable sorrow
and heartache. There is a reason, maybe in the trials and the troubles
and the sorrows that we know in life, maybe God is teaching us, and training
us, and maturing us, and preparing us for a glory that is yet to come.
In
the fifth chapter of the Book of Romans, the apostle Paul writes, “we glory in
tribulations” [Romans 5:3]. Could you imagine a worldly saying
that? “We glory in tribulations”—in trials, in troubles—“knowing that
tribulation worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope”
[Romans 5:3-4]. And hope lifts up our souls, and our hearts, and our
faces, and our minds, and our prayers heavenward, and upward, and
Godward. Tribulation does that. Trial does that. It lifts a
man’s soul upward to God.
In
the days of the deep, and dark, and desperate depression in which I began my
ministry as a pastor—in those days when men committed suicide, having lost all
that they possessed, there was a rich merchant who went into bankruptcy, lost
everything that he had in the world. And he was bemoaning and lamenting,
“I have lost everything. Everything is gone. I have lost
everything.” His pastor came to visit him, and to comfort him, and to
console him. And the rich merchant who had descended now from affluence
to poverty, and from riches to rags; the rich merchant, now so poor, lamented
to the pastor, “I have lost everything. Everything is gone. I have
lost everything.”
And
the pastor said, “Oh how sad, how sad, how tragic, how sorrowful. You
have lost everything. You have lost your good name, and you have
lost your reputation.”
“Oh
no,” said the man. “No, Pastor, no. My name is unsullied, and my
reputation is above reproach. I have not lost my name or my
reputation.”
“Oh,”
said the pastor, “now I understand. Now I understand, you have lost
everything. Your wife has turned her back upon you and she treats you
with disdain and contempt.”
“No,
no,” said the man. “My wife is an angel standing by my side; a true
trooper and warrior with me. No, my wife is so faithful. No,
Pastor, not my wife.”
And
the pastor said, “I understand. I understand now. You have lost
everything—your children. You have lost your children. Your
children have turned their backs on you, and they treat you with sordid
disgust.”
“Oh
no,” said that man, “not my children, Pastor. I never really did know my
children until disaster and misfortune and sorrow had come. They are
standing by my side. They put their arms around me and say ‘Dad, we are
for you, and we will be marching with you. And we understand.’ I
never knew my children until this disaster came. I have not lost my
children.”
“Oh,”
said the pastor, “I see now. I understand. You have lost everything.
God has turned his back on you. And you have lost Jesus, and you have
lost your faith, and you have lost your salvation, and you face nothing but
damnation and hell. I understand now, says the pastor, you have lost God
and you have lost Jesus.”
“No,”
said the man to his pastor, “I have not lost God. I have been praying to
Jesus, and he has never been so dear and so precious to me. My faith is
all that I have. I have not lost God, and I have not lost heaven.
Then
the pastor said, “You have lost everything? What have you lost?”
And the man confessed, “Pastor, I have just lost
some money. I have just lost some money.”
The Book of Hebrews says God shakes heaven and
earth; that that which cannot be shaken may remain. It may be that the
sorrows, and the trials, and the frustrations, and the losses that you
experience in life may be that you might come into the true riches. To
know what God calls eternal values, the gold that does not perish, that
moth and rust cannot corrupt. There is a godly purpose in every trial and
every trouble that the Christian endures. There is a reason in it.
God is framing you and preparing you for the upward life and the upward
look, one of faith and one of glory.
May
I speak of one other? God says, the Lord says, this is the last verse—the
thirty-third verse of the sixteenth chapter of the Book of John—He says, “In
the world ye shall have tribulation—and that means me, that means us—“In the
world ye shall have tribulation, but be of good cheer; I have overcome the
world” [John 16:33]. In the twelfth chapter of the Book Luke, the Lord
says to his disciples, “Fear not, . . . it is your Father’s good pleasure to
give you the kingdom” [Luke 12:32]. We shall inherit it. God has
purposed it in sovereign, elective grace for us. We shall possess
it. Now, I just pray that God could make this as meaningful to you as it
is to me.
Above
the mantle in our home, in the parsonage of this dear First Baptist Church,
above the mantle in our home is a beautiful oil painting of blind John
Milton. He is seated there in an armed, high-backed chair, with the light
from the window flooding over him. He is dressed in a black velvet suit,
with the hose coming up to the knees and a large white Puritan collar around his
neck. To the side is a table. Beyond sits one of his daughters,
sewing. At the corner stands a second girl, looking at her father.
And at the end of the table is the third, with a quill in her hand, writing
down the dictated words of her father.
He
has lost his eyesight. And that against the admonition—against the
physicians. He has lost his eyesight contending for the cause of
religious liberty—for the Puritan Commonwealth under Oliver Cromwell. And
now, everything is lost. Oliver Cromwell is dead; Roger Williams, who
taught him the Dutch language, is in exile; his fellow Baptist, John Bunyan is
in prison in Bedford; every institution that he despised is now restored.
He fought against the tyranny of kings, and now the king has been
restored. He fought against the empty shallowness of an authoritarian
state church, and now the church is more authorized, established than ever
before.
All
of his peers have been executed; and why he was not sent to the scaffold in the
four years that he was a refugee, nobody can understand. All England has
failed. It has fallen into sordid distress. But he has not
failed. John Milton sits there in his blindness. In the company of
the Hebrew prophets, and the Hebrew psalmists, and in the presence of the Lord
and his apostles, and in the presence and company of the great poets and
philosophers of all of the ages.
And
in his blindness, he sits there dictating. What is he dictating?
Could it be the “Sonnet on His Blindness,” that closes with this last
verse: “They also serve who only stand and wait”? Could it be the
opening lines of the greatest epic in human literature, Paradise Lost?
Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing, Heav’nly Muse, . . .
. . . what in me is dark
Illumine; what is low, raise and support;
That, to the height of this great argument,
I may assert Eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.
[John
Milton, Paradise Lost].
Is
that what he is saying? And then follows after Paradise Lost—and
then the equally great epic, Paradise Regained.; and then Samson
Agonistes, out of his own blindness.
Who
is that monarch that supplanted him? Who is the king that placed John
Bunyan in prison? Who is the regency who placed on the scaffold his
peers? Who is it that has been restored to kingship in England? It
is Charles II, the scum of the earth—hired government employees to scour all
England to bring him an endless succession of mistresses; never had a
legitimate child in his life, but flocks of illegitimates; and he brought
England down to its sordid promiscuity, to filth and dirt.
And
the blind poet sits there with every cause that he loved dashed to the
ground—blind, outcast, living in disgrace and repudiation. But he
writes—he is a great Protestant, Baptist individualist and idealist—he
writes. He dictates. He writes about the authority of an infallible
Bible, the inspired Word of God. He writes treatises on scriptural
baptism and on the sacredness of the Lord’s Day. He writes doctrinal
studies about the deity of Christ and about the Holy Spirit. And facing
the sunset of life, in obscurity, and in repudiation, he sits there dictating
in his blindness.
You
be the judge. How many men do you know—how many times have you ever read
in any history where men have searched throughout pages of the story of our
people seeking what Charles II said or did not say? How many people have
you ever heard of that sought to emulate the life of the contemptuous and
degraded Charles II? How many? But contrariwise, how many of us
have looked in faith, and in encouragement, and in blessing to the life, and
the example, and the epic poetry of that blind Puritan who wrote of God, and
believed in the faith and in the ultimate and final triumph of the sovereign
grace of the Almighty?
.
. . raise and support;
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert Eternal Providence.
God lives and God reigns, and the sovereign destiny
of the world is in His Almighty hands. And for the moment, it may appear
that atheism, and communism, and secularism, and materialism, iniquity, sin
overflood the whole world. It looked that way in the days of John
Milton. In his blindness that Puritan poet and fellow Baptist saw the
glory of God and gave himself to the faith. We today reap the rich
inheritance and reward of his great godly mind and his incomparable spiritual
commitment.
All of which is to say, my, brethren, we will not
lose. “Do not be afraid, little flock. It is your Father’s good
pleasure to give you the kingdom.” It shall be ours. God hath
purposed and He cannot fail, and He cannot lie, and He is never discouraged.
It is unto a like faith and a like commitment that we invite you . . .