"Carry down the man a present." - Genesis 43:11
Ah, poor Jacob, how unconscious wert thou that this man, the governor
of Egypt, was so near and dear to thee, and that his bowels yearned to
tell thee how much he loved thee. And O ye sons of Israel, who would
have had power to convince you while you were bowing down before Joseph
under the dreadful apprehensions which agitated your minds, and he was
assuming a voice of displeasure, that this very man was your brother?
My soul, and what was all this, heightened to the greatest possible
degree in the real love and affection of Joseph towards his family,
compared to that love of Jesus which passeth knowledge? Jesus is thy
brother, and he is the governor, not of Egypt only, but of heaven and
earth. The famine, it is true, is sore in the land, and to him thou
must go for sustenance, or thou wilt perish forever. But wilt thou
carry down the man a present? My soul, what hast thou to carry? Not thy
duties, nor thy prayers, thine alms, thy righteousness; these are all
filthy rags. Besides, he to whom thou goest needeth not the gifts and
offerings of his creatures. His terms are, without money and without
price. Go then, my soul, poor and wretched as thou art, go to him with
a broken and a contrite heart, for that he will not despise. And O what
a volume of mercies, blessings, and graces is contained in that one
word of his, when he shall say, I am Jesus, your brother! Precious
Jesus, I would say, thou art indeed a brother born for adversity. "Thou
art he whom thy brethren shall praise, and all thy father's children
shall bow down before thee."
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