I wouldn’t like
being abandoned on a desert island and I don’t think I would fare especially
well. I am a Christian, but I am not
optimistic by nature. For one thing, I don’t like the sea — I’d much rather be
left on a remote mountain. But one can’t always choose one’s geography! My selections below would, I think, sort of
control the problem, that is, keep it from being as bad as it could be.
Analogy: Say you use the loo in your home and that perhaps someone had used it
before you and had used too much toilet tissue at one time in the bowl. You finish and flush the loo and, to your
surprise and stress, see that instead of going down, the water and everything
else is rising and backing up and, momentarily, will be spilling over in an
awful mess. But suddenly you remember
there is a small item called a shut-off valve under the tank, and you
quickly stoop down, turn it clockwise and the water ceases to
rise. That doesn’t solve the larger problem but it controls it for the
mean-time. In short, it helps immensely. So for my desert-island—these
Scriptures, hymn and companion may not solve the dilemma, but should help in
the mean-time!
Which verses would you take to the desert
island?
O God, you
are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints
for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. So I have looked
upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and glory… Psalm 63
I guess I might
want Psalm 63 since David was apparently in a similar type situation when he
wrote it: O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
Actually, there is no ‘as’ in the Hebrew — David really is in a dry & weary land — the wilderness of Judah. He also says that he had such avid desires
after God Himself when he was ‘in the sanctuary’ in a normal worship situation.
But David’s longing for Yahweh himself, his unrelenting appetite for God,
would, I should hope, keep my gaze fixed of what mattered above all else.
Who would you like to find on the island for company?
I think I might opt
for J. C. Ryle, the 19th century Church of England minister who
ended his days as Bishop of Liverpool. One doesn’t always meet with 19th
century folks who write in short, clear, pungent sentences like Ryle did. His
seven volumes of Expository Thoughts on
the Gospels are a treasure and still in print. I think I’d like to have
Ryle around because he would remember a lot of the stuff he wrote in Expository Thoughts and so would be a
human means of sustaining me on the word while on that Desert Island.
Which song would you take to the
island?
Oh, I think I should want
William Gadsby’s, Immortal Honours Rest
on Jesus’ Head. I like to sing it to the tune ‘Toulon’. I came upon this hymn several years back in a
Welsh hymnbook, ‘Christian Hymns.’ It captures the full sufficiency of Jesus.
Immortal honours rest on Jesus’ head,
my God, my portion, and my living Bread;
in him I live, upon him cast my care;
he saves from death, destruction and
despair.
He is my refuge in each deep distress,
the Lord my strength and glorious
righteousness.
Through floods and flames he leads me
safely on,
and daily makes his sovereign goodness
known.
My every need he richly will supply,
nor will his mercy ever let me die;
in him there dwells a treasure all divine,
and matchless grace has made that treasure
mine.
O that my soul could love and praise him
more,
his beauties trace, his majesty adore,
live near his heart, upon his bosom lean,
obey his voice and all his will esteem.