Cursed be he that perverteth the judgment of the stranger, fatherless, and widow. And all the people shall say, Amen. Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow. ~ Deuteronomy 27:19, Isaiah 1:17

The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow’s heart to sing for joy. ~ Job 29:13

The Church’s Widowhood, by Horatius Bonar. 1867.

And there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary.
~ Luke 18:3

And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint; Saying, There was in a city a judge, which feared not God, neither regarded man: And there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary. And he would not for a while: but afterward he said within himself, Though I fear not God, nor regard man; Yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me. And the Lord said, Hear what the unjust judge saith. And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them? I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth?
~ Luke 18:1:1-8

Without entering at length on an exposition of this parable, in either of its aspects, practical or prophetical, we may say this much: that it sets before us, under the figure of a widow—a feeble and injured widow—the true character and standing of the Church of God on earth, during the present age. In numbers she is few—a mere election, a gathering out, no more. In power, she is slender. In honour, she is little esteemed. In alliances, she is little courted—no, shunned. In position, she is unfit to sway the world’s counsels. In political and social influence—except as the salt of the earth—she is incapable of what man calls great achievements, seeing she is scattered and divided among all kingdoms; and that, not like some vast network of electrical wires encompassing the globe, and capable, by its union of parts, to act with simultaneous force upon the nations—but only like the separate dew-drops, which, though many and pure, and fitted to cheer the blossom on which they rest, have no power to turn the rock into a garden, or to make the wilderness blossom as the rose.

That such is the case, no, that such must be the case, appears from such things as these—

(1.) The Father’s purpose concerning her. That purpose has great things in store for her—in the ages to come. But at present her lot is to be weakness, poverty, hardship, and the endurance of wrong. Through much tribulation she must enter the kingdom. It is not the purpose of God that she should be numerous, or powerful, or honourable; but, like her Head, disesteemed, rejected, despised, treated oftentimes as the off-scouring of all things. Her success is not to be measured by the extent to which she has been able to overawe, or to attract, or to dazzle the world—to disarm its enmity, or to purchase its friendship; but simply, and only, by the manner in which she has been enabled to fulfil the Father’s will; to manifest her sympathies with the Father’s purpose; to be faithful to her calling and character; to testify for him whose blood has bought her, and to be separate from the evil that is in “this present evil world.”

(2.) Her conformity to her Lord. He is her pattern, not merely as to character—but as to the whole course of life. In him she learns what her lot on earth is to be. He the rejected one, even among his own, she must be rejected too. He the hated one, she must be hated too. Better treatment than he met with, she is not entitled to expect; nor should she wish to have. Union with him in eternal glory is her hope; union with him in suffering is her experience here. Conformity to him in holy glory hereafter is what she looks for; conformity to him in shame and sorrow now, is what she knows to be her lot. She feels that she could not be the true Bride of a suffering Bridegroom—if her path below were one all smiles and sunshine.

(3.) Her standing by faith. It is the world’s unbelief that so specially makes it the world; so it is the Church’s faith that makes her what she is, the Church. All that she can say for herself is what the apostle did for himself and the saints of his day, “We have known and believed the love that God has to us.” Her connection with the testimony of God, with him of whom it speaks, and with the glory to which it points, is one simply of faith. It was faith in that record which first drew her out of the world, and which still keeps her separate from it. As one believing in a kingdom yet to come, she shakes herself free from the entanglements of time. She becomes a stranger here, having no continuing city—but satisfied with the tent of the desert, until she reach the city of habitation. The faith which realises the unseen and the eternal, displaces, both in her vision and in her heart, the things seen and temporal.

(4.) The condition of the world out of which she is called. It is an evil world. It lies in wickedness; and her calling is to come out from it, and, like Noah, to condemn it. All belonging to that world is evil, and what has she to do with it? Satan is its prince and god, and what has she to do with him? It crucified her Lord, what can she have to do with it? Her mission is not to transform the world into the Church—but to be God’s instrument in taking out of it a people for his glory. In such a world, how can she be other than a stranger? In its cities, how can she be other than a sojourner? She has nothing in common with it. All is uncongenial.

(5.) Her prospects. She is an heir of God, and a joint heir with Christ Jesus. An everlasting kingdom, an unfading crown, an eternal weight of glory—these are her prospects. What has she then to do with a world where all these are unrecognized, no, despised or disowned? As the Bride of Christ, what sympathy can there be in her bosom, with the vanities of a world so vain as this? It does not yet, indeed, appear what she shall be; but she knows that, when he shall appear, she shall be like him, for she shall see him as he is; and having this hope in him, she purifies herself, even as he is pure.

The Church, then, is thus, of necessity, a widow. Hence, while the Spirit of God uses various figures to describe her, they all, more or less, point to some such forlorn and helpless condition. Whether she is spoken of as a pilgrim, or a stranger, or an orphan, or a little flock, or a lily among thorns, still the leading thought is the same. In her orphanage, or strangership, or widowhood, she still moves before us as the separated, rejected, lonely one, in the midst of an unfriendly world, that far outnumbers her, and that feels itself strangely distressed and made uncomfortable in the midst of all the precious and pleasurable things of earth—having her eye and her heart fixed upon something more glorious, of which the world knows nothing.

It is by acting out her character, fully and consistently, that she honours God, and bears witness to Christ, and condemns the world, and testifies to the glory of the promised kingdom. It is thus, too, that she wins the eye of the heedless worldling, pointing upwards to the incorruptible crown, and bidding men set their affection on things above, and seek their treasure and their joy in heaven. It is her widowhood, which is her testimony. It is her widow’s garments, with which she dare not part, that make known beyond mistake, and yet without a voice, what she thinks of the world and the world’s ways; how she disesteems the world and the world’s joys; how thoroughly she has broken off from the world and the world’s companionships, and taken the true measure of its fascinating gaieties; how wide she deems the difference between herself and the children of time; how steadfastly she has set her face towards the kingdom; and how completely the King in his beauty has absorbed her soul, and displaced the poor objects of admiration or affection with which the world would seek to win her steps back to itself, and recover her heart to the dreams of creature-love and creature-beauty.

How solemnly does her widow’s cry, “avenge me of my adversary!” “How long, O Lord, how long!”—proclaim to the world a truth which it seems to have forgotten, that its King and Lord is absent; thus reminding it of the shade which that absence has thrown over creation, by telling of the blank which it has made in her own bosom, even though she knows that she is his, and that he is hers.

If, then, the Church forsakes this position, and foregoes this character, she abandons her calling, she lowers her testimony, she destroys her usefulness, she becomes unfaithful to Christ, and, instead of preserving her purity, she becomes the mother of a spurious race of Christians, who are neither Christ’s nor the world’s; who think it possible to make the best of both worlds; in whose features one can find few traces of resemblance to the great Exemplar; in whose constitution and habits one can discover none of those elements of power, and hardness, and endurance, which primitive days exhibited; in whose doings, or darings, or sacrifices, one can detect nothing of that zeal, and self-denial, and decision, which led one of other days to say, “I count not my life dear unto me, that I may finish my course with joy.”

A widow’s proper clothing, as well as her true ornaments, are her garments. Jewellery—gold, and silver, and precious stones, she has put off. They are the symbols of mirth, and gaiety, and triumph; and what has she to do with these, in the absence of her Lord, and in the midst of a world which disowns him? It is in her widow’s garments that she passes along the world’s highway, as one who has little in common with it, whose sympathies have all gone upwards to One whom, having not seen, she loves. They speak of an absent Husband. They tell of faithful affection and constancy, as well as of indifference to all love—except that of him whose memory she cherishes, and whose absence she mourns. They are expressive of indifference to the attractive scenes and objects of earth—not merely because of their uncongeniality—but because they cannot be truly enjoyed in separation from the Beloved One.

A “widow indeed” is thus described by the apostle—”She who is a widow indeed, and desolate, trusts in God, and continues in supplications and prayers night and day” (1 Tim. 5:5). But a mere widow in name is one who “lives in pleasure,” and is thus “dead while she lives.” The true Church of God is the former; the false church, the harlot-bride of Satan, is the latter; for she openly repudiates the name of widow, while she lays aside the weeds of widowhood, saying, “I sit as a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow;” decking herself all the while “in gold, and silver, and precious stones, and pearls, and fine linen, and purple, and silk, and scarlet” (Rev. 18:12).

This contrast between these two not only shows us the right standing of the one church, and the false and faithless character of the other—but it intimates this, that one of the church’s most subtle temptations will be to lose sight of, if not to disown, her widowhood, and to live, and act, and speak, as if she were well content with the world as it is, and had no consciousness of any separation from the Beloved One.

The world loves not the faithful widow, and would gladly seduce her to a second marriage—a marriage with itself. Decked in costly array—it would admire her, and give her its willing fellowship. But dressed only in the widow’s mournful garb, it cannot tolerate her. Her faithfulness to her Lord condemns it. Her seclusion and separation rebuke it. Her continuing in supplication and prayers night and day it cannot tolerate. Her wistful eye, glancing eagerly upwards, as if to see the Unseen, and greet the absent One, is a continual reproof. The widow’s cry severely disturbs the world’s peace, and, ringing nightly through its glittering halls of pleasure, turns all its music into discord.

Nor less does Satan dislike the widow’s weeds and the widow’s cry. For they remind him that his day is short—and that he who is to bind him in chains, and cast him out of his dominions—will soon be here. They torment him before his time. They proclaim the doom of his harlot-spouse, who sits now as queen, in that “one hour” when desolation shall overwhelm her (Rev. 18:19). They point to the glory of the now widowed church, in that day, when, instead of her attire of sackcloth, she shall be arrayed in the “fine linen, clean and white,” and, with her long-parted Husband restored to her embrace, she shall be exalted to the sovereignty of that very world where she has been treated as “the off-scouring of all things.”

The hostility of the world and its prince, to the Church of God, is not new. It is the ancient feud between the two “seeds” (Gen. 3:15), which, in successive forms, and with varying intensity, each age has evolved. Compromise or inconsistency may modify this warfare; but ended it cannot be—except in the extinction of the one seed or the other. The world hopes to absorb the Church, and so to terminate the variance; but this absorption is what the true Church so greatly dreads, for by it she loses—and her rival gains everything. It is an absorption, the root of which is unbelief, and the development of which is, at the best, the form of godliness without its power.

Most unweariedly has Satan sought, age after age, to silence the widowed Church’s cry, to muffle her voice, to seduce her into unfaithfulness, and to persuade her to part with her garments of widowhood. That he has never wholly succeeded we know; for a remnant, at least, has always been found who abode faithful, though sometimes clothed in sackcloth, in addition to the widow’s clothing; and sometimes with that sackcloth stained with blood. Yet too frequently has he succeeded in part—to an extent which may well alarm us, and lead to self-questionings of the most searching kind. He succeeded in a measure with the church of Ephesus, so that her Lord was constrained to address her as one who had left her first love. He succeeded still more with Sardis, until only a few names were left which had not defiled their garments. Even more sadly, did he succeed with Laodicea; bringing her into such a condition of evil that she was on the very edge of entire rejection; elating her with such thoughts of self-sufficiency and wealth as to make her wholly lose sight of her estate of lowly widowhood; decking her with the world’s gay attire, and leading her to exchange the widow’s cry for the world’s song, “I am rich and increased in goods, and have need of nothing.”

But the full measure of Satan’s success is only seen in Babylon—the Roman Catholic church. In her, seduction has been triumphant, and not a vestige either of the widow’s garments or of the widow’s cry can be found in her. The temptation which proved so unsuccessful in the Lord has succeeded in her—the offer of the world’s kingdoms. With these, Satan has bewitched and beguiled her. For these, she has forsaken her Lord, and espoused herself to the god of this world, who satiates her to her heart’s content with the carnal abundance of his kingdom, so that she is no longer a widow—but a queen; no longer desolate—but “glorifying herself, and living deliciously;” no longer poorly or plainly clothed—but decked in purple, and pearls, and gold; no longer crying, in her helplessness, “Avenge me of my adversary,” but ruling over the nations, no, giving them to drink of the golden cup of her uncleanness; no, seducing even the kings of the earth to pay her tribute and service, intoxicating them with the pleasures of her unlawful love.

Between the state of backsliding Ephesus and that of apostate Babylon, there is a mighty difference; and yet these churches reveal but different degrees of the same evil. Ephesus represents the beginning, Babylon the end, of the downward course, between which extremities there exist many stages and gradations; but the type of evil is, to a certain extent, the same in all. In every one of them we see Satan laying snares for the Church, beguiling her out of her widow’s seclusion, making her dissatisfied with her poverty and weakness, persuading her to put off her widows garments, and conform to the gay attire of the multitude around.

This, then, is one of the Church’s special dangers. Such is Satan’s object in assailing her. Such the small beginnings of apostasy, and such the fatal end! In ways most subtle, by degrees quite imperceptible, she is persuaded to leave her first love; and then, having done that, she is ready for any amount of backsliding.

Is it not thus that Satan is spreading his fascinations for the Church in our day? Gladly would he draw her out of her seclusion into the gay whirl of earth. He spares no are to tempt her to act inconsistently with her widow’s character, and to become unfaithful to her widow’s vow. His object is to bring her down from her high standing as the Church of God, holy and beloved, separated unto Christ, and set on high by his redeeming power; to draw her off from that consecrated ground which her Lord had intended her to occupy, that she may mingle with the bustling crowds of the world’s highway, or take her place in its assemblies of pleasure and revelry.

In carrying on his seductions, he makes use of various appliances. He begins with objects which are in themselves lawful; he goes on with those which are suspicious and questionable; and he ends with those which are positively sinful and pernicious.

He approaches the Church subtly and with fair words, as an angel of light. How excellent and noble is science—how fitted to exalt the soul, and to feed its immortal longings! Most true. Nor ought we ever to say one word to the disparagement or depreciation of science. But may it not be too absorbing? May it not displace higher things? May it not lead to a too exclusive cultivation of the understanding, and so nourish intellectual pride, and seduce the soul into the mere wisdom of this world? The Church is to be on her guard; not against science—but against the way in which science has been used to dazzle or bewilder the Church’s eye, and so withdraw her affection and her gaze away from the things above.

Or, again, he comes to her applauding the world’s literature, and exhibiting it to her in all the fascinations of poetry and romance. Let us not discredit literature, or treat it all as alike unprofitable. But let us beware of its enchantments. Let us see that even in its lawful parts—it does not come between us and the vision of the eternal kingdom, or lead us astray with the enticing words of man’s wisdom. And as to those parts of it that appeal to the sentiment, or the passions, or the lusts of our nature, which are mere gratifications of our love of pleasure, such as the novel, or the idle song, or the loose opera—how can we touch, or taste, or handle these vanities? What has a heaven-born soul to do with earthly vanities like these? What has the widowed spouse of Christ, mourning her Lord’s absence, and longing for his return—to do with scenes and sounds such as these, which feed the flesh, which eat out the very core of faith, which rekindle fires that should be forever quenched, and refasten links that should be forever broken?

Or, farther, he comes to her with the more direct blandishments of pleasure as his snares. “What sin, what harm is there in the dance, or the theatre or the merry party?” And how often is he at once responded to—”Yes, what sin, what harm in these? May a man not be a Christian and yet enjoy these?” This would we say in reply. In primitive days no man would have thought of claiming the name of Christian who enjoyed them; and if a man can think himself a Christian while enjoying these, he must have misunderstood the character of a follower of Christ; he must have forgotten the Lord’s own solemn words—”If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me;” and he must have set aside the apostle’s solemn exhortation, “Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world—if any man loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him.” If any says, “This is an hard saying, who can hear it?” We answer—Is it harder than that, “She who lives in pleasure is dead while she lives.” Is it harder than that, “The friendship of the world is enmity to God.” Is it harder than that, “Come out, and be separate, and touch not the unclean thing.” Is it harder than that, “You cannot drink the cup of the Lord and the cup of devils; you cannot be partaker of the Lord’s table, and the table of devils.”

Besides, what congeniality can one whose characteristic is that of widowhood, and orphanage, and strangership, find in such scenes as these? Laughter and revelling are for the whole-hearted and the sorrow less. How can they suit they the widow’s garments and the widow’s cry? If the Church of God would mingle in such scenes, she must first renounce her widowhood! For how strange, how spectral, would be the entrance of widowhood, in the reality of grief, as well as in the outward garb of mourning—into such haunts of hollow mirth, as the gay world presents! How startling—no, how displeasing and disturbing—would be the somber hue of the widow’s clothing in that blazing hall of midnight,

“That dazzling mass of artificial light
That shows all things—but nothing as they are.”

Into such uncongenialities, how is it possible for the Church of God to enter? With incongruities and inconsistencies like these, she can have no sympathy. If she understands her own character and calling, she must see that she has a peculiar path to pursue—a path which cannot admit of any such compromise between the things of heaven and the things of earth. She, like her Lord, is from above! The world, like its prince, is from beneath! How can there be an alliance between parties—whose interests, sympathies, hopes, joys—are so far asunder? How can the Church of God descend from the high eminence to which she has been lifted up, and tread again that enchanted ground which she professes to have forsaken forever? Can she lose sight of her calling? Can she forget her widowhood? Can she see no crime in being unfaithful to her absent Lord, and unjust to the memory of one who has loved her so well? Can she think of imitating (even in spirit, or for a day) the apostate Church, Satan’s harlot bride, and saying, “I sit as a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow”?

Satan, the god of this world is doing his utmost, in these last days, to ensnare the Church, to seduce her into worldliness, to draw down her eye from the heavenly glory, to silence her cry, to induce her to drop her widow’s clothing—and if not altogether to identify herself with the world—at least to be less peculiar, less singular in her walk, less solemn in her testimony against the “fashion of this world,” the “things that perish with the using,” “the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eye, and the pride of life.”

Shall he succeed? Shall his sophistry prevail? Shall his appeals to all that is best in the natural man be met with acquiescence on the part of the saints of God? Shall his arguments and wily flatteries, addressed so skilfully to our love of natural beauty, wisdom, goodness, truth—be yielded to—so that we shall give up our distinctiveness as the called of God, and the heirs of his kingdom? Shall he persuade us to be less strict, less holy, less heavenly—with less of the sorrowing widow in our deportment—and more of the crowned queen?

Shall we resist—or shall we yield? Shall we hold fast our profession—or shall we fling it aside? Shall we try to seize a portion here—or shall we be content to wait in faith, until the Lord returns?

Surely this is a question for this age—a question for the Church of God—a question for every child of the kingdom. It is a question, too, for those who are still wholly of the earth—”Will you cling to the earth; and what will that earth to which you cling to—do for you?” It is a question for those who think it possible to be both lovers of God and lovers of pleasure—”Will you try to reconcile what is irreconcilable? Is not God enough without the world—is not Christ enough without worldly pleasures?” It is a question for the earnest—”Will you not decide—will you waver, will you halt, will you try something less than an entire surrender of the whole man to God?” It is a question for the Christian—”Will you be less than your name implies—less than a child of heaven, less than an heir of God, and a joint heir with Christ?” It is by faith that you stand. It was the belief of God’s free love, as manifested in the cross of his Son, that made you what you are; and if that faith has any meaning, it means that you are no longer of the world, that your treasure is above, that your inheritance is not here; and that you are waiting, in patient love and hope, amid weariness and buffeting and trouble, for the grace which is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.