MY UNEXPECTED DISCOVERY

BY: HANNAH WHITALL SMITH

(1832-1911)

From the Author’s Book, My Spiritual Auto-Biography

Publisher Unknown

A story of Reconciliation – of God ALL IN ALL

Hannah Whitall Smith (1832-1911) author of the evangelical devotional, “A Christian’s Secret of a Happy Life” (1875) remains today as an inspired work generated during the nineteenth century Holiness revival.   We have selected two epochs for her book, My Spiritual Auto-Biography for your review.   Lead by the Holy Spirit Smith was taken into a higher plain of understanding.  While focusing on the anguish of man she was “caught up” in the spirit and God revealed His purpose to her, in reconciliation.  “Christ is to be satisfied,” and through that satisfaction He was to make all mankind “alive.” She was able to move far beyond the fundamental teachings of religious doctrine and see “The salvation is absolutely equal to the fall. There is to be a final restitution of all things.” (1Cor. 15:28) The “husk” that covered the seed planted in scripture was peeled away and the deep “things of God” were revealed to her; to any child who seeks union in Christ and oneness with God.

CHAPTER XXI

“QUESTIONINGS”

During all the years of which I speak the Plymouth Brethren were, as I have said, among my principal teachers.  But I began gradually to find some things in their teachings that I could not accept.  This was especially the case with their extreme Calvinism.

There have always been, I believe, differences of opinion among them in regard of this view; but those with whom I was thrown held very rigidly the belief that some people were “elected” to salvation, and some were elected to “reprobation,” and that nothing the individual could do could change these eternal decrees.   We of course were among those elected to salvation, and for this we were taught to be profoundly thankful.  I tried hard to fall in with this.  It seemed difficult to believe that those who had taught me so much could possibly be mistaken on such a vital point.  But my soul revolted from it more and more.  How could I be content in knowing that I myself was sure of Heaven, when other poor souls equally deserving, but who had not had my chances, were “elected,” for no fault of their own, but in the eternal decrees of God, to “Reprobation?”  It seemed to me such a doctrine was utterly inconsistent with the proclamation that had so entranced me.   I could not find any limitations in this proclamation, and I could not believe there were any secret limitations in the mind of the God who had made it.  Neither could I see how a Creator could be just, even if He were not loving, in consigning some of the creatures He Himself, and no other, had created to the eternal torment of hell, let them be as great sinners as they might be.  I felt that if this doctrine were true, I should be woefully disappointed in the God whom I had, with so much rapture, discovered.

I could not fail to see, moreover, that, after all, each of us was largely a creature of circumstance– that what we were, and what we did, was more or less the result of our temperaments, of our inherited characteristics, of our social surroundings, and of our education; and that, as these were all providentially arranged for us, with often no power on our part to alter them, it would not be just in the God who  had placed us in their midst, to let them determine our eternal destiny.

As an escape from the doctrine of eternal torment, I at first embraced the doctrine of annihilation for the wicked, and for a little while tried to comfort myself with the belief that this life ended all for them.  But the more I thought of it, the more it seemed to me that it would be a confession of serious failure on the part of the Creator, if He could find no way out of the problems of His creation, but to annihilate the creatures whom He had created.

Unconsciously, one of my children gave me an illustration of this.  She woke me up one morning to tell me that she had been lying in bed having great fun in pretending that she had made a man.  She described the color of his hair and his eyes, his figure, his height, his power, his wisdom and all the grand things he was going to do, and was very enthusiastic in her evident delight in the joy of creation.  When she had finished enumerating all the magnificent qualities of her man, I said to her, “But, darling, suppose he should turn out badly; suppose he should do mischief and hurt people, and make things go wrong, what would thee do then?” “Oh,” she said,” I would not have any trouble; I’d just make him lie down and chop his head off.”

I saw at once what a splendid illustration this was of the responsibility of a Creator, and it brought to my mind Mrs. Shelly’s weird story of the artist Frankenstein, who made the monstrous image of a man, which, when it was finished, suddenly, to his horror, became alive, and went out into the world, working havoc wherever it went. The horrified maker felt obliged to follow his handiwork everywhere, in order to try to undo a little of the mischief that had been done, and to remedy as far as possible the evils it had caused.  The awful sense of the responsibility that rested upon him, because of the things done by the creature he had created, opened my eyes to see the responsibility God must necessarily feel, if the creatures He had created were to turn out badly.  I could not believe He would torment them forever.  Neither could I rest in the thought of annihilation as His best remedy for sin.  I felt hopeless of reconciling the love and the justice of the Creator with the fate of His creatures, and I knew not which way to turn. But deliverance was at hand, and the third epoch in my Christian experience was about to dawn.

CHAPTER XXII

THE THIRD EPOCH IN MY RELIGIOUS LIFE

As I stated in the last chapter, after a few years of exuberant enjoyment in the good news of salvation through Christ for myself and for those who thought as I did, my heart began to reach out after those who thought differently, and especially after those who, by reason of the providential circumstances of their birth and their surroundings, had no fair chance in life.  I could not but see that ignorance of God, and, as a result, lives of sin, seemed the almost inevitable fate of a vast number of my fellow human beings, and I could not reconcile it with the justice of God, that these unfortunate mortals should be doomed to eternal torment because of those providential circumstances, for which they were not responsible, and from which, in most cases, they could not escape. The fact that I, who no more deserved it than they, should have been brought to the knowledge of the truth, while they were left out in the cold, became so burdensome to me, that I often felt as if I would gladly give up my own salvation, if by this means I could bestow it upon those who had been placed in less fortunate circumstances than myself.

I began to feel that the salvation in which I had been rejoicing was, after all a very limited and a very selfish salvation, and as such, unworthy of the Creator who had declared so emphatically that His “tender mercies are over all His works,” and above all unworthy of the Lord Jesus Christ, who came into the world for the sole and single purpose of saving the world.  I could not believe that His life and death for us could be meant to fall so far short of remedying the evil that He came on purpose to remedy, and I felt that it must be impossible that there could be any shortcoming in the salvation He had provided.  I began to be convinced that my difficulties had simply arisen from a misunderstanding of the plans of God, and I set myself to discover the mistakes.

As I have said, my first refuge had been in the annihilation of the wicked. But this had soon seemed unworthy of a wise and good Creator and a very sad confession of failure on His part; and I could not reconcile it with either His omnipotence or His omniscience.  I began to be afraid I was going to be disappointed in God.  But one day a revelation came to me that vindicated Him, and that settled the whole question forever.

We very often had revivalist preachers staying with us, as we sought every opportunity of helping forward what we called “gospel work.” Among the rest there came one who was very full of the idea that it was the privilege and duty of the Christian to share, in a very especial manner, in the sufferings of Christ, as well as in His joys.  He seemed to think our doing so would in some way help those who knew nothing of the salvation of Christ; and he had adopted the plan of making strong appeals on the subject in his meetings, and of asking Christians, who were willing, for the sake of others, to take a share of these sufferings upon themselves, to “come forward” to a front bench in the meeting to pray that it might to granted to them. Somehow it all sounded very grand and heroic, and it fitted in so exactly with my longings to help my less fortunate fellow human beings, that, although I did not go “forward” for prayer at any of his meetings, I did begin to pray privately in a blind sort of way, that I might come into the experience, whatever it was.  The result was very different from what I had expected, but it was far from tremendous.

I had expected to enter into a feeling of Christ’s personal sufferings in the life and death He bore for our sakes, but instead I seemed to have a revelation, not of His sufferings because of sin, but of ours. I seemed to get a sight of the misery and anguish caused to humanity by the entrance of sin into the world, and of Christ’s sorrow, not for His own sufferings because of it, but for the sufferings of the poor human beings who had been cursed by it.  I seemed to understand something of what must necessarily be His anguish at the sight of the awful fate which had been permitted to befall the human race, and of His joy that He could do something to alleviate it.  I saw that ours was the suffering, and that His was the joy of sacrificing Himself to save us. I felt that if I had been a Divine Creator, and had allowed such an awful fate to befall the creatures I had made, I would have been filled with anguish, and would have realized that simple justice, even if not love, required that I should find some remedy for it.  And I knew I could not be more just than God.  I echoed in my heart over and over again the lines found by one of George Macdonald’s characters engraved on a tombstone.

“Oh Thou, who dist the serpent make,

Our pardon give and pardon take.”

I had been used to hearing a great deal about the awfulness of our sins against God, but now I asked myself, what about the awfulness of our fate in having been made sinners?  Would I not infinitely rather that a sin should be committed against myself, than that I should commit a sin against anyone else? Was it not a far more dreadful thing to be made a sinner than to be merely sinned against?  And I began to see that, since God had permitted sin to enter into the world, it must necessarily be that He would be compelled, in common fairness, to provide a remedy that would be equal to the disease. I remembered some mothers I had known, with children suffering from inherited diseases, who were only too thankful to lay down their lives in self-sacrifice for their children, if so be they might, in any way, be able to undo the harm they had done in bringing them into the world under such disastrous conditions; and I asked myself, could God do less?  I saw that, when weighed in balance of wrong done, we, who had been created sinners, had infinitely more to forgive than anyone against whom we might have sinned.

The vividness with which all this came to me can never be expressed.  I did not think it, or imagine it, or suppose it.  I saw it.  It was a revelation of the real nature of things – not according to the surface conventional ideas, but according to the actual bottom facts – and it could not be gain said.

In every human face I saw, there seemed to be unveiled before me the story of the misery and anguish caused by the entrance of sin into the world. I knew that God must see this with far clearer eyes than mine, and therefore I felt sure that the sufferings of this sight to Him must be infinitely beyond what it was to me, almost unbearable as that seemed.  And I began to understand how it was that the least He could do would be to embrace with untold gladness anything that would help to deliver the being He had created for such awful misery.

It was a never to be forgotten insight into the world’s anguish because of sin.  How long it lasted I cannot remember, but, while it lasted, it almost crushed me.  And as it always came afresh at the sight of a strange face, I found myself obliged to wear a thick veil whenever I went into the streets, in order that I might spare myself the awful realization.

One day I was riding on a tramcar along Market Street, Philadelphia, when I saw two men come in and seat themselves opposite to me.  I saw them dimly through my veil, but congratulated myself that it was only dimly, as I was thus spared the wave of anguish that had so often swept over me at the full sight of a strange face.  The conductor came for his fare, and I was obliged to raise my veil in order to count it out. As I raised it I got a sight of the faces of those two men, and with an overwhelming flood of anguish, I seemed to catch a fresh and clearer revelation of the depth of the misery that had been caused to human beings by sin.  It was more than I could bear.  I clenched my hands and cried out in my soul, “O, God, how canst thou bear it? Thou mightest have prevented it, but didst not.  Thou mightest even now change it, but Thou dost not. I do not see how Thou canst go on living, and endure it.”  I upbraided God. And I felt I was justified in doing so. Then suddenly God seemed to answer me.  An inward voice said, in tones of infinite love and tenderness, “He shall see of the travail of His soul and be satisfied.” “Satisfied!” I cried in my heart, “Christ is to be satisfied! He will be able to look at the world’s misery, and then at the travail through which He has passed because of it, and will be satisfied with the result; If I were Christ, nothing could satisfy me but that every human being should in the end be saved, and therefore I am sure that nothing less will satisfy Him.”  And with this a veil seemed to be withdrawn from before the plans of the universe, and I saw that it was true, as the Bible says, that “as in Adam all die even so in Christ should all be made alive.” (1 Cor. 15:22)  As was the first, even so was the second. The “all” in one case could not in fairness mean less than the “all” in the other.  I saw therefore that the remedy must necessarily be equal to the disease.  The salvation must be as universal as the fall.

I saw all this that day on the tramcar on Market Street, Philadelphia – not only thought it, or hoped it, or even believed it– but knew it.  It was a Divine fact.  And from that moment I have never had one questioning thought as to the final destiny of the human race.  God is the Creator of every human being, therefore He is the Father of each one, and they are all His children; and Christ died for every one, and is declared to be “the propitiation not for our sins only, but also for the sins of the whole world. (1 John 2:2) However great the ignorance therefore, or however grievous the sin, the promise of salvation is positive and without limitations.  If it is true that “by the offense of one judgement came upon all men to condemnation,” it is equally true that “by the righteousness of one the free gift came upon all men unto justification of life.(Rom. 5:18)  To limit the last “all men” is also to limit the first. The salvation is absolutely equal to the fall.  There is to be a final “restitution of all things” (1 Cor.15:28), when “at the name of Jesus every knee shall bow, of things in heaven, and things on earth, and things under the earth, and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is Lord to the glory of God the Father.” (Ph. 2:10).  Every knee, every tongue – words could not be more embracing.  The how and when I could not see; but the one essential fact was all I needed – somewhere and somehow God was going to make every thing right for all the creatures He had created.  My heart was at rest about it forever.

I hurried home to get hold of my Bible, to see if the magnificent fact I had discovered could possibly have been all this time in the Bible, and I had not seen it.  The moment I entered the house, I did not wait to take off my bonnet, but rushed at once to the table where I always kept my Bible and Concordance ready for use, and began my search. Immediately the whole Book seemed to be illuminated.  On every page the truth concerning the “times of restitution of all things” (Acts 3:21) of which the Apostle Peter says “God Hath spoken by the mouth of all His holy prophets since the world began,” shone forth, and no room was left for questioning.  I turned greedily from page to page of my Bible, fairly laughing aloud for joy at the blaze of light that illuminated it all.  It became a new book.  Another skin seemed to have been peeled off every text, and my Bible fairly shone with a new meaning.  I do not say with a different meaning, for in no sense did the new meaning contradict the old, but a deeper meaning, the true meaning, hidden behind the outward form of words.  The words did not need to be changed, they only needed to be understood; and now at last I began to understand them.

I remember just about this time, in the course of my daily reading in the Bible, coming to the Psalms, and I was amazed at the new light thrown upon their  apparently most severe and bloodthirsty denunciations.  I saw that, when rightly interpreted, not by the letter, but by the spirit, they were full of the assured and final triumph of good over evil, and were a magnificent vindication of the goodness and justice of God, who will not, and ought not, and cannot, rest until all His enemies and ours are put under His feet.  I saw that the kingdom must be interior before it can be exterior, that it is a kingdom of ideas, and not one of brute force; that His rule is over hearts, not over places; that His victories must be inward before they can be outward; that He seeks to control spirits rather than bodies; that no triumph could satisfy Him but a triumph that gains the heart; that in short, where God really reigns, the surrender must be the interior surrender of the convicted free men, and not merely the outward surrender of the conquered slave. Milton says, “Who overcomes by force hath overcome but half his foe,” and I saw that this was true.

Read in the light of these views, my whole soul thrilled with praise over the very words that had before caused me to thrill with horror. “Let God arise, let His enemies be scattered; let them also that hate Him flee before Him.  As smoke is driven away, so drive them away: as wax melted before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God.” God’s wrath is against the sin not against the sinner, and when His enemies are scattered, ours are also.  His sword is the righteousness that puts to death sin in order to save the sinner.  The fire of His anger is the “refiner’s fire,” and He sits, not as the destroyer of the human soul, but as its purifier, to purge it as gold and silver are purged.

“Implacable is love

Foes may be bought or teased

From their malign intent;

But He goes unappeased

Who is on kindness bent.

The Psalmist says, “Thou wast a God that forgavest them, though thou takest vengeance of their inventions”; and with this key to interpret it, all the denunciations of God’s wrath, which had once seemed so cruel and so unjust, were transformed into declarations of His loving determination to make us good enough to live in Heaven with Himself forever.

I might multiply endlessly similar instances of the new illumination that shone in entrancing beauty on every page of the Bible, but these will suffice.  I began at last to understand what the Apostle Paul meant when he said that he had been made the minister of the New Testament, not of the letter but of the spirit, for “the letter killeth but the spirit giveth life.” Things I had read in the letter, and had shuddered at, now, read in the spirit, filled me with joy.

 

 

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