Biblical Illustrator - Job 19:21 - 19:21

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Biblical Illustrator - Job 19:21 - 19:21


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Job_19:21

Have pity upon me, for the hand of God hath touched me.



Christ’s passion

Apt illustration of a more perfect sufferer--one more holy than Job, and one involved in deeper sorrow.



I.
In many respects there is an analogy between the sufferers.

1. Christ was an innocent and benevolent sufferer.

2.
But when was He not a sufferer?

3.
How His sufferings increased as He approached His end.

4.
It was the hand of God that had touched Him.

5.
Job suffered for himself, and for his own benefit; Christ, not for Himself, but for us, and in our stead.



II.
How our pity should be evinced.

1. By the ordinary movement of our feelings.

2.
We should awaken these feelings by the use of all means.

3.
Our pity should be evinced by hatred of sin.

4.
If our compassion is sincere, we shall feel a deep interest in the result of his sufferings. (F. Close, A. M.)



Compassion a human duty

Afflictions like Job’s were sufficient, one would have imagined, to have extorted a tear of pity from his most implacable foe. It would surely require none of the warm attachments and tender sensibilities of friendship to awaken compassion in the heart on such an occasion as this. With the common feelings of humanity, one would imagine it impossible to behold the afflictions of Job, and not to weep over them. These so-called friends, however, turned a deaf ear to his entreaties, and under the cloak of friendship continued to wound him by the most ungenerous and inhuman treatment. The world in which we live is full of misery. Distress appears before us in a thousand different forms; and in every shape she supplicates our notice, with an importunity which the humane and generous heart is unable to resist. Of all others, the most affecting scene of calamity which we can behold is, when a fellow creature is at once oppressed with the difficulties of want, and tormented with the pains of bodily affliction. Every man should consider himself as immediately addressed in supplications like this; for every man is, or ought to be, a friend to the wretched. Compassion is a debt which one human creature owes to another; a debt which no distinction of sect or party, no imperfection of character, no degree of ingratitude, unkindness, or cruelty will cancel, Compassion is a plant which flourishes in the human heart, as in its native soil. So great is the satisfaction which results from the sentiments of humanity, that there is scarcely any consideration which more fully vindicates the wisdom and goodness of the Supreme Being, in permitting the numerous ills of human life, than this, that they afford us an opportunity of exercising the most amiable affections, and partaking of the noblest pleasures. The exercise of this disposition is, likewise, necessary to gain the esteem and love of our brethren. And to show compassion to such as are in distress is the way to qualify ourselves for the Divine acceptance at the great day. Let us remember that to be compassionate is not merely to feel and cherish the emotions of pity in our hearts, but to embrace every opportunity of expressing them by our actions. (W. Enfield.)



Hindrances to sympathy

Sympathy is peculiarly liable to inhibition from other instincts which its stimulus may call forth. The traveller whom the Good Samaritan rescued may well have prompted such instinctive fear or disgust in the priest and Levite who passed in front of him, that their sympathy could not come to the front. Then, of course, habits, reasoned reflections, and calculations may either check or reinforce one’s sympathy, as may also the instincts of love or hate, if these exist, for the suffering individual. The hunting and pugnacious instincts, when aroused, also inhibit our sympathy absolutely. This accounts for the cruelty of collections of men hounding each other on to bait or torture a victim. The blood mounts to the eyes, and sympathy’s chance is gone. (James, Psychology.)