Deep Things

When Abishai re-entered the dwelling of Hadassah, he found her drawing

forth, from a secret receptacle in the wall, a long roll of parchment,

covered with writing in Hebrew characters within and without. The lady

pressed it reverentially to her lips, and then resumed her seat, with

the sacred roll laid across her knees. Abishai regarded with respect,

almost amounting to awe, a woman to whom had been given the talent,

wisdom, and courage to transcribe so large a portion of the oracles of

God. He felt as Barak may have done towards Deborah, and stood leaning

against the wall, listening with respectful attention to the words of

this "Mother in Israel."

"These Scriptures, my son," said Hadassah, "have been my study by day,

and my meditation by night; and most earnestly have I sought, with

fasting and prayer, to penetrate some of their deep meaning in regard

to Him that shall come. I am yet as a child in knowledge, but the

All-wise may be pleased to reveal something even to a child. It has

seemed to me of late that I have been permitted to trace one word,

written as in gigantic shadows--now fainter--now deeper--on Nature, in

History, on the Law, in the Prophets. That single word is SACRIFICE.

Wherever I turn I see it; it seems to me as a law of being; yea, as the

very essence of religion itself."

"I do not understand you," said Abishai; "how is the word Sacrifice

written on Nature?"

"See we it not on all things around us?" replied Hadassah. "Does not

the seed die that the corn may spring up; doth not the decaying leaf

nourish the living plant; doth not one creature maintain its existence

by the destruction of others? There is a mystery of suffering in this

fair world, some stern necessity for what we call evil, though from it

a merciful God is ever evolving good. These things distressed and

perplexed me, till I could dimly trace that word Sacrifice as written

by God's finger upon His works; death the parent of life, pain and

sorrow--of joy!"

"The primeval curse is on Nature," observed the Hebrew.

"Linked with the primeval blessing," said Hadassah. "And now when I

turn from natural objects to the history of our race, sacrifice and

suffering are still ever before me. Isaac is devoted as a

burnt-offering before he becomes the father of the chosen race; Joseph

is sold for pieces of silver ere he can redeem his family from

destruction; the storm is only stilled by Jonah's being cast out into

the deep; Samson triumphs over the enemy by the sacrifice of his own

life! All these historical facts seem to me as types, dim and shadowy

indeed, yet legible to the eye of faith, and Sacrifice is the word

which they form."

"Dim and shadowy," repeated Abishai, to whom Hadassah's views on the

subject appeared somewhat fanciful and vague.

"If so in Nature and history," said the Hebrew lady, "the lines are

clear and distinct enough in our holy law. Why have countless victims

been offered, even from the time of the Fall? Why was the dying lamb

of Abel more acceptable than the bloodless offering of Cain? Why have

thousands of guiltless creatures been slain on the altar of God; nay,

not upon His alone, even on altars of the heathen who have never heard

of His name, as if there were a deep instinct implanted in the soul of

man, to testify that without shedding of blood there is no remission of

sin? Think we that the All-merciful can take pleasure in the death of

bulls or of goats? Yet hath He Himself ordained it. Sacrifice,

suffering, substitution, one life accepted as ransom for another, this

idea pervades the law given by inspiration to Moses; yea, long before

the birth of Moses, to Abraham, to Noah, to Abel!"

"I grant it," Abishai replied. "As man is guilty in the sight of his

Maker, there must be sacrifice for sin as long as the world shall last."

The light of inspiration seemed to glow in the uplifted eyes of

Hadassah, and her lips to breathe words not her own as she spoke again.

"What if all these sacrifices but point to one great Sacrifice; what if

the deep mystery of suffering be resolved into some deeper mystery of

love; what if God Himself should provide the substitute, and if on some

altar blood be shed which shall suffice to atone for transgressions

past, present, and to come, even to the end of all time? May it not

be--must it not so be--if we read the Scriptures aright?"

"I cannot divine your meaning," said Abishai.

"What is written here of the coming Messiah?" asked Hadassah, laying

her hand on the roll of prophecy, as she turned her earnest, searching

gaze upon her companion.

"That He shall rule the nations with a rod of iron, and break them in

pieces like a potter's vessel!" exclaimed Abishai with exultation; "is

He not named Messiah the Prince?"

"Who shall be _cut off, but not for Himself_" (Dan. ix. 26), said

Hadassah, in low thrilling tones that made Abishai start, and look at

her with surprise. "You," she continued, "see the PRINCE in prophecy,

written as in characters of light; I see the SACRIFICE, ever in letters

of deepening shadow. Behold here,"--and as the widow spoke, she opened

the roll till her finger could point to the Twenty-second Psalm,--"what

means this cry of mysterious sorrow, _My God, my God, why hast Thou

forsaken Me?_"

"It is David's cry of anguish," said Abishai.

"Look farther on, my son, ponder the subject more deeply," cried

Hadassah, and she proceeded to read aloud part of the inspired Word.

"_The assembly of the wicked have inclosed Me: they pierced My hands

and My feet. I may tell all My bones: they look and stare upon Me.

They part My garments among them, and cast lots on My vesture_ (Ps.

xxii. 16-18). These things never happened to David; the Psalmist

speaks not here of himself."

"Of whom then could he be speaking," said Abishai, looking perplexed.

"Not surely of the Messiah, not of the seed of the woman who shall

bruise the serpent's head" (Gen. iii. 15).

"Wherefore not?" asked Hadassah, "seeing that He Himself must be

bruised in the conflict? If it be written, _My Servant shall deal

prudently, He shall be exalted and extolled, and be very high_, the

shadow lies close under the brightness, it is also written, _His visage

was so marred more than any man, and His form more than the sons of

men, and why? because so shall He sprinkle many nations_ (Isa. lii.

13-15), it may be--with His own blood!"

"Yours are strange thoughts," muttered the son of Nathan.

"They are not my thoughts," replied Hadassah. "Behold, farther on in

the roll, what was revealed to the prophet Isaiah? Is the note of

triumph sounded here? _He is despised and rejected of men; a Man of

sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces

from Him; He was despised, and we esteemed Him not. Surely He hath

borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem Him

stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our

transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of

our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed. All we

like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way;

and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all. He was cut off

out of the land of the living: for the transgression of My people was

He stricken_ (Isa. liii. 3-6, 8). Have we not here the Victim, the

Substitute, the Sacrifice bound on the altar, bleeding, wounded, dying,

and that for sins not His own?"

"It cannot be. It is impossible--quite impossible--that when the

Messiah comes He should be despised and rejected," exclaimed Abishai,

to whom this interpretation of prophecy was as unwelcome as it was new.

"When He comes, all Israel shall triumph and rejoice, and welcome their

King, the Ruler of the world."

Hadassah silently unrolled her parchment until she came to the

thirteenth chapter[1] of the prophet Zechariah.

"Listen to this, son of Nathan," said she. "_Awake, O sword, against

My Shepherd, and against the Man that is My Fellow, saith the Lord of

hosts_" (Zech. xiii. 7).

"Who is My Fellow?" repeated Abishai, in amazement, for that portion of

Scripture had never been brought to his attention before. "Can you

have read the sentence correctly? Were that not written in the Word of

God, methinks it were rank blasphemy even to think that the Lord of

hosts could have an equal."

"There is mystery in that word which man cannot fathom," cried

Hadassah, "The Divine Essence is One: the foundation of our faith is

the most solemn declaration, _Hear, O Israel! the Lord our God_[2] _is

One Lord_ (Deut. vi. 4); and yet in that very declaration is conveyed

the idea of unity combined with distinction of persons."

"Hadassah, Hadassah, into what wilderness of heresy are you wandering?"

Abishai exclaimed.

The Hebrew lady appeared not to hear him, but went on, as if thinking


"No man hath seen God at any time, He Himself hath declared--_No man

shall see Me, and live_" (Exod. xxxiii. 20). "But who, then, visibly

appeared unto Abraham? Who was it who wrestled with Jacob? Who spake

unto Gideon? On whose glory was Isaiah permitted to gaze? Who was

soon to walk in the fiery furnace? Who was He, _like the Son of Man,

who came with the clouds of heaven, and came to the Ancient of Days?_"

(Dan. vii. 18.)

"At one moment you would view Messiah as a Victim; at the next, as a

God!" cried the Hebrew.

"If God should deign to take the form of Man, to bear Man's penalty, to

suffer Man's death, might He not be _both_?" asked Hadassah.

Seeing that Abishai started at the question, she turned to the portion

of the roll which contained the prophecy of Isaiah, and read aloud:--

"_Unto us a Child is born_. Here is clearly an announcement of human

birth; yet is this Child revealed to us as _the mighty God, the

everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace_" (Isa. ix. 6).

"Such thoughts as these are too high, too difficult, for the human mind

to grasp," exclaimed Abishai, pressing his brow. "The frail vessel

must burst that has such hot molten gold poured within it. All that I

can answer to what you have said is this. I believe not--and never

will believe--that when Messiah, the Hope of Israel, shall come, He

will be rejected by our nation. Were it so, such a fearful curse would

fall upon our race that the memory of the Egyptian bondage, the

Babylonish captivity, the Syrian persecution, would be forgotten in the

greater horrors of what God's just vengeance would bring upon this

people. We should become a by-word, a reproach, a hissing. We should

be scattered far and wide amongst the nations, as chaff is scattered by

the winds, until--"

Abishai paused, and clenched his hand and set his teeth, as if language

failed him to describe the utter desolation and misery which such a

crime as the rejection of the Messiah must bring upon the descendants

of Abraham. As Abishai did not finish his sentence, Hadassah completed

it for him.

"Until," she said, with a brightening countenance--"until Judah repent

of her sin, and turn to Him whom she once denied. Hear, son of Nathan,

but one more prophecy from the Scriptures. Thus saith the Lord:--_I

will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabitants of

Jerusalem, the spirit of grace and of supplications: and they shall

look upon ME whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn for Him, as

one mourneth for his only son, and shall be in bitterness for Him, as

one that is in bitterness for his first-born_ (Zech. xii. 10). _And

the Lord shall be King over all the earth_" (Zech. xiv. 9).

Abishai left the dwelling of Hadassah with a perturbed spirit,

unwilling to own to himself that views so widely differing from his own

could have any foundation in truth. The idea of a rejected, suffering,

dying Messiah was beyond measure repugnant to the soul of the Hebrew.

"See what comes of concentrating all the powers of the mind on abstruse

study!" Abishai muttered to himself as he descended the hill.

"Hadassah is going mad; her judgment is giving way under the strain."

[1] Of course, the Hebrew roll was not divided into chapters; they are

but given for facility of reference.

[2] "God," in the original, is "Elohim," a _plural_ word.

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