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By Samuel Logan Brengle
There was a law among the Hebrews that for sore poverty or debt or crime one man might become the servant of another, but he could not be held in servitude beyond a certain period; at the end of six years, he must be allowed to go free. (Ex. 21:1-6; Deut. 15:12-17). But if he loved his master and preferred to remain with him as his slave, then the master, in the presence of judges was to place the man against a door or door post and bore a hole through his ear, and this was to be the mark that he was his master's servant slave forever. It was not the slavery of compulsion and law but the willing and glad slavery of love.
And this was the voluntary attitude of Paul of Peter and James. Jesus won them by love. They had sat at the feet of the Great Servant of Love, who came not to be served but to serve, to minister to others, to give His life a ransom for all. They had seen Him giving Himself to the poor, the weary, the heavy laden, the vile, the sinful, and the unthankful.
They had seen Him "wounded for our transgressions, ...bruised for our iniquities", chastised for our peace, and stricken that we might be healed, and their hearts had been bowed and broken by His great love; henceforth they were His bond-slaves, no longer free to come and go as they pleased but only as He willed, for the chains of love held them, and the burning passion of love constrained them. Such bondage and service became to them the most perfect liberty. Their only joy was to do those things that were pleasing in His sight. Set at liberty to do this, their freedom was complete, for he only is free who is permitted to do always that which pleases Him.
The love-slave has no pleasure like that of serving his master. this is his joy, and his very "crown of rejoicing." The love-slave is altogether at his master's service. He is all eyes for his master. He watches. He is all ears for his master. He listens. His mind is willing. His hands are ready. His feet are swift to sit at the master's feet and look into his loved face, to listen to his voice and catch his words; to run on his errands, to do his bidding, to share his privations and sorrows, to watch at his door, to guard his honor, to praise his name, to defend his person, to seek and promote his interests, and, if needs be, to die for his dear sake; this is the joy of the slave of love, and this he counts his perfect freedom.
A fine black fellow was placed on a slave block in an Egyptian slave market. His master was selling him. Men were bidding for him. A passing Englishman stopped, looked, listened, and began to bid. The slave saw him and knew that the Englishman was a world-traveler. He thought that if the Englishman bought him, he would be taken from Egypt, from friends and loved ones, and that he would never see them any more.
So he cursed the Englishman, raving and swearing and tugging at his chain that he might reach and crush him. But the Englishman, unmoved, at last out-bid all others, and the slave was sold to him. He paid the price, received the papers that made the slave his property, and then handed them to the black man. "Take these papers; you are free," he said. "I bought you that I might give you your freedom."
The slave looked at his deliverer and his ravings ceased. Tears flooded his eyes, as, falling at the Englishman's feet and embracing his knees, he cried, "O sir, let me be your slave forever. Take me to the ends of the earth. Let me serve you till I die!" Love had won his heart, and now love constrained him, and he felt there could be no joy like serving such a master.
"My yoke is easy, and My burden is light," said Jesus. And this is His easy yoke and light burden. His yoke is the yoke of love, and it is easy. Love makes it easy. His burden is the burden of love, and it is light. Love makes it light. To the sinner the yoke looks intolerable, the burden looks unbearable. But to those who have entered into the secret of the Master, His yoke is the badge of freedom, and his burden gives wings to the soul. This is Holiness. It is wholeness of consecration and devotion. It is singleness of eye.
It is perfect love which casts out fear. The love slave does not fear the master, for he joys in the master's will. "Not My will, but Thine be done"; "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him," says the slave of love. There can be no fear where there is such love. This is heart purity accomplished by the expulsive power of a new and over mastering affection and purpose. Sin and selfishness are consumed on the hot fires of this great love. Hallelujah! This is religion made easy. This is God's Kingdom come, and His will done, on earth as it is in Heaven. For what more can the angels do than to serve God with this unselfishness and passionate love?
The love-slave is gentle and forbearing and kind to all the children of the household and to all the other slaves for the sake of his master. Are they not dear and valuable to the master? Then they are dear and valuable to him for the master's sake. And he is ready to lay down his life to serve them even as to serve the master. Such was the spirit of Paul when he wrote, "Yea, and if I be offered upon the sacrifice and service of your faith, I joy and rejoice with you all." (Philippians 2:17".
And so likewise was it the spirit of beautiful Queen Esther when, in uttermost consecration for the salvation of her people, she sent word to Mordecai, "So will I go in unto the king, which is not according to the law: and if I perish, I perish." (Esther 4:16). This slave of love counts not his life dear unto himself. (Acts 20:24). It belongs to his master.
The interests of the master are his interests. He has no other. He wants no other. He will have no other. He cannot be bribed by gold or honors. He would rather suffer and starve for his master than feast at another's table. Like Ruth, he says, "Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God; where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me." (Ruth 1:16,17).
Do you ask, "How shall I enter into this sweet and gentle and yet all powerful bondage of love?" I answer, "By your own choice and by God's revelation of Himself to your soul." If your love to Him now is a very poor and powerless thing, it is because you do not know Him; you do not draw near enough to see the beauty of Him. To the men of this world He is not beautiful, for they have not sought to see Him. Let Him show Himself to you that you may fall in love with Him.
St. Paul had seen His glory and been blinded by it. The other Apostles had lived with Him and walked at His side. They loved Him because they knew Him so well. For this reason they could make the great decision. Like Moses they chose "rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season; esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures in Egypt." SO YOU MUST CHOOSE! The choice must be complete, and it must be final.
Then as a love-slave you must wait upon the Master. If He is silent to you, watch. When He speaks to you, listen. What He says to you, do. His will is recorded in His Word. Search the Scriptures. Meditate therein day and night. Hide His Word in your heart. Be not forgetful. Take time to seek His face. Think of a slave being too busy to wait on his master, to find out His wishes! Take time, find time, make time to seek the Lord, and He will be found of you. He will reveal Himself to your longing, loving soul, and you shall know the sweet compulsions of the slavery that is love.