Charles E.
Wigg
It is little wonder
that men said of Him, “He doeth all things well!”. As we are dazzled by the
glory of His deity, we hear the Bride say “His locks are flowing, black as the
Raven”. In this statement we have the inference of eternal youth, (Jesus Christ
the same yesterday, today, and forever).. I often tell people that my hair was
once black, but what little remains is now grey, and almost white, and that is
because I am growing old, and I am beginning to deteriorate, but the Chiefest
among ten thousand, will never deteriorate.
His eyes like doves by
the water brooks. We have twice already spoken of the uniqueness of the Doves’
eyes. But this scene is one of perfect peace also. It takes my mind back many
years when at Panapur in Indian Punjab. The Chapel and the room where we were
staying were separated by several miles of dry creek bed. I say dry, because it
was mostly so except in patches where the water that was seeping down its length
came to the surface. When I rounded a bend there were a pair of doves drinking
what water was in the creek I will never forget that sight as long as I olive.
His eyes were just like that. It is said that when Peter thrice denied that he
ever knew Him that turning around He looked at Him One look into those languid
eyes was enough to bring to Peter’s mind what the Lord Jesus had said to him
when He warned him in the upper room. His heart was melted, and he could remain
where he was no longer but he went out and wept bitterly. As the hymn says ‘Twas
the look that melted Peter, ‘Twas the face that Stephen saw. ‘Twas the heart
that wept with Mary, Can alone from idols draw.
Next she speaks of His
cheeks, those lovely cheeks that were once stained with tears, when in loving
sympathy He wept with Mary, or when He wept over Jerusalem, as He foresaw all
that laid before them, or when in the Garden of Gethsemane He poured out His
soul with strong crying and tears to Him who was able to save Him out of death.
It is wonderful to think that you and I can put a smile on those lovely cheeks
of His. When He looked at those few disciples who had remained steadfast to the
end, I picture a smile wreathed his lovely face. A motley bunch they were, as
they while still seated at that table began to quarrel amongst themselves as to
who should be the greatest, but they had this virtue that they were still there.
Here His lovely cheeks are said to be like raised beds of sweet spices, so
fragrant that only those who have tasted that sweetness know of its richness.
And as the AV says beds of flowers adding beauty to fragrance.
His lips are like
lilies, so pure, so delicately curved, and dropping sweet smelling myrrh, we who
have kissed those lips, we who have heard that voice, alone know the sweetness
that flows from thence.
His hands are gold
rings, set with the Beryl; this refers to His service that has secured us
eternally for Himself. He has so served us as to bring us into an eternal
relationship with Himself. You may search as you will, but with a ring there is
no end. That is the significance here, His loving service has brought you and me
into an eternal relationship with Himself, we are His and His forever, and it is
His work that has made it so.
His belly , that is
his inner motives, is bright ivory, that is as pure as ivory is white. Not only
did He do what was right, but He did it because He loved it. He came for that
purpose, to do the will of Him that sent Him. But there was a heavenly
transparency about all that He did, because His belly was bright ivory, and it
was overlaid with sapphires. A Sapphire has the blue of heaven in it, and it is
almost transparent, all this added together go to make up a portrait of the Lord
Jesus.
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[Reproduced gratefully with
permission of the
author]