Wheat In The Barn
“ But gather the wheat into My barn.”
“Gather the wheat into My barn.” Then Satan’s policy will be unsuccessful. The enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, hopeful that the false wheat would destroy or materially injure the true–but he failed in the end, for the wheat ripened and was ready to be gathered. Christ’s garner shall be filled–the tares shall not choke the wheat. The Evil One will be put to shame!
In gathering in the wheat, good angels will be employed–“the angels are the reapers.” This casts special scorn upon the great evil angel. He sows the tares and tries to destroy the harvest and, therefore, the good angels are brought in to celebrate his defeat and to rejoice together with their Lord in the success of the Divine Husbandry. Satan will make a poor profit out of his meddling–he shall be defeated in all his efforts and so the threat shall be fulfilled, “Upon your belly shall you go, and dust shall you eat.”
By giving the angels work to do, all intelligent creatures, of whose existence we have information, are made to take an interest in the work of Grace–whether for malice or for adoration, redemption excites them all. The wonderful works of God are made manifest to all, for these things were not done in a corner.
We too much forget the angels. Let us not overlook their tender sympathy with us–they behold the Lord rejoicing over our repentance–and they rejoice with Him1 They are our watchers and the Lord’s messengers of mercy. They bear us up in their hands lest we dash our foot against a stone. And when we come to die, they carry us to the bosom of our Lord. It is one of our joys that we have come to an innumerable company of angels–let us think of them with affection.
At this time I will keep to my text and preach from it almost word by word. It begins with, “but,” and that is–
- A WORD OF SEPARATION.
Here note that the tares and the wheat will grow together until the time of harvest shall come. It is a great sorrow of heart to some of the wheat to be growing side by side with tares. The ungodly are as thorns and briars to those who fear the Lord. How frequently is the sigh forced forth from the godly heart, “Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!” A man’s foes are often found within his own household. Those who should have been his best helpers are often his worst hinderers. Their conversation vexes and torments him. It is of little use to try to escape from them, for the tares are permitted, in God’s Providence, to grow with the wheat–and they will do so until the end. Good men have emigrated to distant lands to found communities in which there should be none but saints, but, alas, sinners have sprung up in their own families! The attempt to weed the ungodly and heretical out of the settlement has led to persecution and other evils–and the whole plan has proven a failure. Others have shut themselves away in hermitages to avoid the temptations of the world, and so have hoped to win the victory by running away–this is not the way of wisdom! The word for this present is, “Let both grow together.” But there will come a time when a final separation will bemade. Then, dear Christian woman, your husband will never persecute you again! Godly sister, your brother will heap no more ridicule upon you! Pious workman, there will be no more jesting and taunting from the ungodly! That, “but,” will be an iron gate between the God-fearing and the godless! Then will the tares be cast into the fire, but the Lord of theharvest will say, “Gather the wheat into My barn.”
This separation must be made, for the growing of the wheat and the tares together on earth has caused much pain and injury and, therefore, it will not be continued in a happier world. We can very well suppose that godly men and women might be willing that their unconverted children should dwell with them in Heaven, but it cannot be, for God will not have His cleansed ones defiled, nor His glorified ones tried by the presence of the unbelieving. The tares must be taken away in order to the perfectness and usefulness of the wheat. Would you have the tares and the wheat heaped up together in the granary in one mass? That would be bad husbandry with a vengeance! They can neither of them be put to appropriate use till thoroughly separated. Even so, mark you, the saved and the unsaved may live together here, but theywill not live together in another world! The command is absolute–“Gather the tares and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into My barn.” Sinner, can you hope to enter Heaven? You never loved your mother’s Godand is He to endure you in His heavenly courts? You never trusted your father’s Savior and yet are you to behold His Glory forever? Are you to go swaggering down the streets of Heaven, letting fall an oath, or singing a loose song? Why, you know you get tired of the worship of God on the Lord’s Day–do you think that the Lord will endure unwilling worshippers in the Temple above? The Sabbath is a wearisome day to you–how can you hope to enter into the Sabbath of God? You have no taste for heavenly pursuits and these things would be profaned if you were permitted to partake in them! Therefore that word, “but,” must come in and you must part from the Lord’s people, never to meet again! Can you bear to think of being divided from godly friends forever and ever?
That separation involves an awful difference of destiny. “Gather the tares in bundles to burn them.” I do not dare to draw the picture, but when the bundle is bound up, there is no place for it except the fire. God grant that you may never know all the anguish which burning must mean, but may you escape from it at once. It is no trifle which the Lord of Love compares to being consumed with fire. I am quite certain that no words of mine can ever set forth its terror. They say that we speak dreadful things about the wrath to come, but I am sure that we understate the case. What must the tender, loving, gracious Jesus have meant by the words, “Gather the tares and bind them in bundles to burn them”? See what a wide distinction there is between the lot of the Lord’s people and Satan’s people! Burn the wheat? Oh, no–“Gather the wheat into My barn.” There let them be happily, safely housed forever! Oh, the infinite distance between Heaven and Hell!–the harps and the angels, and the wailing and gnashing of teeth! Who can ever measure the width of that gulf which divides the glorified saint, robed in white and crowned with immortality, from the soul which is driven forever away from the Presence of God and from the Glory of His power? It is a dreadful, “but”–that, “but” of separation! I pray you, remember that it will interpose between brother and brother–between mother and child–between husband and wife. “One shall be taken and the other left.” And when that sword shall descend to divide, there shall never be any union later!
The separation is eternal. There is no hope or possibility of change in the world to come. “But,” says one, “that dreadful ‘ but’! Why must there be such a difference? The answer is because there always was a difference! The wheat wassown by the Son of Man–the false wheat was sown by the enemy. There was always a difference in character–the wheat was good, the tares were evil. This difference did not appear at first, but it became more and more apparent as the wheat ripened and as the tares ripened, too. They were totally different plants–and so a regenerate person and an unregenerate person are altogether different beings. I have heard an unregenerate man say that he is quite as good as the godly man, but in so boasting he betrayed his pride. Surely there is as great a difference in God’s sight between the unsaved and the Believer as between darkness and light, or between the dead and the living! There is in the one a life which there is not in the other–and the difference is vital and radical. Oh, that you may never trifle with this essential matter, but really be the wheat of the Lord! It is vain to have the name of wheat–we must have the nature of wheat! God will not be mocked–He will not be pleased by our calling ourselves Christians while we are not! Be not satisfied with Church membership, but seek after membership with Christ! Do not talk about faith, but exercise it! Do not boast of experience, but possess it. Be not like the wheat, but be the wheat! No shams and imitations will stand in the Last Great Day! That terrible, "but,” will roll as a sea of fire between the true and the false! Oh, Holy Spirit, let each of us be found transformed by Your power! The next word of our text is, “gather,”–that is–
II. A WORD OF CONGREGATION.
What a blessed thing this gathering is! I feel it a great pleasure to gather multitudes together to hear the Gospel! And is it not a joy to see a house full of people on weekdays and Sundays who are willing to leave their homes and to come considerable distances to listen to the Gospel? It is a great thing to gather people together for that, but the gathering of the wheat into the barn is a far more wonderful business. Gathering is, in itself, better than scattering, and I pray that the Lord Jesus may always exercise His attracting power in this place, for He is no Divider, but, “unto Him shall the gathering of the people be.” Has He not said, “I, if I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto Me”?
Observe that the congregation mentioned in our text is selected and assembled by skilled gatherers. “The angels arethe reapers.” Ministers could not do it, for they do not know all the Lord’s wheat and they are apt to make mistakes–some by too great leniency and others by excessive severity. Our poor judgments occasionally shut out saints and often shut in sinners. The angels will know their Master’s property. They know each saint, for they were present at his birthday. Angels know when sinners repent and they never forget the persons of the penitents. They have witnessed the lives of those who have believed and have helped them in their spiritual battles, and so they know them. Yes, angels by a holy instinct discern the Father’s children and are not to be deceived. They will not fail to gather all the wheat and to leave out every tare!
But they are gathered under a very stringent regulation, for, first of all, according to the parable, the tares–thefalse wheat–have been taken out and then the angelic reapers gather nothing but the wheat. The seed of the serpent, fathered by Satan, is thus separated from the seed of the Kingdom, owned by Jesus, the promised Deliverer. This is the one distinction and no other is taken into consideration. If the most amiable unconverted persons could stand in the ranks with the saints, the angels would not bear them to Heaven, for the mandate is, “Gather the wheat.” Could the most honest man be found standing in the center of the Church, with all the members round about him and with all the ministers entreating that he might be spared, yet if he were not a Believer, he could not be carried into the Divine garner! There is no help for it. The angels have no choice in the matter–the peremptory command is, “Gather the wheat,” andthey must gather none else!
It will be a gathering from very great distances. Some of the wheat ripens in the South Sea Islands, in China, and inJapan. Some flourishes in France, broad acres grow in the United States–there is scarcely a land without a portion of the good grain! Where all God’s wheat grows, I cannot tell. There is a remnant, according to the election of Grace, among every nation and people, but the angels will gather all the good grain to the same garner.
“Gather the wheat.” The saints will be found in all ranks of society. The angels will bring in a few ears from palacesand great armfuls from cottages! Many will be collected from the lowly cottages of our villages and hamlets, and others will be raised up from the back slums of our great cities to the metropolis of God! From the darkest places angels will bring those children of sweetness and light who seldom beheld the sun, and yet were pure in heart and saw their God! The hidden and obscure shall be brought into the Light of God, for the Lord knows them that are His–and His harvest-men will not miss them.
To me, it is a charming thought that they will come from all the ages. Let us hope that our first father, Adam, will bethere. And mother Eve, following in the footsteps of their dear son, Abel, and trusting in the same Sacrifice. We shall meet Abraham and Isaac, and Jacob, and Moses, and David, and Daniel, and all the saints made perfect! What a joy to see the Apostles, martyrs, and Reformers! I long to see Luther, and Calvin, and Bunyan, and Whitfield. I like the rhyme of good old father Ryland–
They all shall be there, the great and the small!
Poor I shall shake hands with the blessed St. Paul."
I do not know how that will be, but I have not much doubt that we shall have fellowship with all the saints of every age in the general assembly and Church of the First-Born, whose names are written in Heaven!
No matter when or where the wheat grew, it shall be gathered into the one barn–gathered never to be scattered–gathered out of all divisions of the visible Church, never to be divided again! They grew in different fields. Some flourished on the hillside where Episcopalians grow in all their glory! And others in the lowlier soil, where Baptists multiply, and Methodists flourish! But once the wheat is in the barn, none can tell in which field the ears grew. Then, indeed, shall the Master’s prayer have a glorious answer–“That they all may be one.” All our errors removed and our mistakes corrected and forgiven, the one Lord, the one faith and the one Baptism will be known of us all–and there will be no more displeasure and envying! What a blessed gathering it will be! What a meeting! The elect of God, the elite of all the centuries, of whom the world was not worthy! I should not like to be away. If there were no Hell, it would be Hell enough to me to be shut out of such heavenly society! If there were no weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth, it would be dreadful enough to miss the Presence of the Lord, and the joy of praising Him forever, and the bliss of meeting with all the noblest beings that ever lived! Amid the necessary controversies of the age, I, who have been doomed to seem a man of strife, sigh for the blessed rest wherein all spiritual minds shall blend in eternal accord before the Throne of God and of the Lamb. Oh, that we were all right, that we might be all happily united in one spirit! In the text there is next–
III. A WORD OF DESIGNATION.
I have already trespassed upon that domain. “Gather the wheat.” Nothing but “the wheat” will be placed in theLord’s homestead. Lend me your hearts while I urge you to a searching examination for a minute or two. The wheat wassown of the Lord. Are you sown of the Lord? Friend, if you have any religion, how did you get it? Was it self-sown? If so, it is good for nothing! The true wheat was sown by the Son of Man. Are you sown of the Lord? Did the Spirit of God drop eternal life into your bosom? Did it come from that dear hand which was nailed to the Cross? Is Jesus your life? Does your life begin and end with Him? If so, it is well!
The wheat was sown of the Lord–it is also the object of the Lord. Wheat needs a deal of attention. The farmer would get nothing from it if he did not watch it carefully. Are you under the Lord’s care? Does He keep you? Is that word true of your soul, “I the Lord do keep it. I will water it every moment: lest any hurt it, I will keep it night and day”? Do you experience such keeping? Give an honest answer, as you love your soul.
Next, wheat is a useful thing, a gift from God for the life of men. The false wheat was of no good to anybody–itcould only be eaten of swine–and then it made them stagger like drunken men! Are you one of those who are wholesome in society, who are like bread to the world, so that if men receive you, your example and your teaching, they will be blessed thereby? Judge yourselves whether you are good or evil in life and influence.
“Gather the wheat.” You know that God must put the goodness, the Grace, the solidity and the usefulness into you, or else you will never be wheat fit for angelic gathering. One thing is true of the wheat–that it is the most dependent ofall plants. I have never heard of a field of wheat which sprang up and grew and ripened without a farmer’s care. Some ears may appear after a harvest when the corn has shaled out, but I have never heard of plains in America or elsewhere covered with unsown wheat. No, no. There is no wheat where there is no man, and there is no Grace where there is no Christ! We owe our very existence to the Father, who is the Farmer.
Yet, dependent as it is, wheat stands in the front rank of honor and esteem–and so do the godly in the judgment of all who are of an understanding heart. We are nothing without Christ–but with Him we are full of honor. Oh, to be among those by whom the world is preserved, the excellent of the earth in whom the saints delight! God forbid we should be among the base and worthless tares! Our last head, upon which also I will speak briefly, is–
IV. A WORD OF DESTINATION.
“Gather the wheat into My barn.” The process of gathering in the wheat will be completed at the Day of Judgment,but it is going on every day. From hour to hour saints are gathered–they are going heavenward even now. I am so glad to hear as a regular thing that the departed ones from my own dear Church have such joy in being harvested. Glory be to God, our people die well! The best thing is to live well, but we are greatly gladdened to hear that the brethren die well, for, full often, that is the most telling witness for vital godliness. Men of the world feel the power of triumphant deaths!
Every hour the saints are being gathered into the barn. That is where they want to be. We feel no pain at the news of ingathering, for we wish to be safely stored up by our Lord. If the wheat that is in the field could speak, every grain would say, “The ultimatum for which we are living and growing is the barn, the granary.” For this the frosty night! For this the sunny days! For this the dew and the rain–and for this everything! Every process with the wheat is tending towards the granary. So is it with us–everything is working towards Heaven–towards the gathering place–towards the congregation of the righteous–towards the vision of our Redeemer’s face! Our death will cause no jar in our lifemusic! It will involve no pause, or even discord–it is part of a program–the crowning of our whole history!
To the wheat the barn is the place of security. It dreads no mildew there. It fears no frost, no heat, no drought, no wet when once in the barn. All its growth-perils are past. It has reached its perfection. It has rewarded the labor of the Farmer and it is housed. Oh, long-expected day, begin! Oh, Brothers and Sisters, what a blessing it will be when you and I shall have come to our maturity and Christ shall see in us the travail of His soul!
I delight to think of Heaven as His barn, what must that be? It is but the poverty of language that such anexpression has to be used at all concerning the home of our Father, the dwelling of Jesus! Heaven is the palace of the King, but so far to us a barn because it is the place of security, the place of rest forever! It is the homestead of Christ to which we shall be carried and for this we are ripening. It is to be thought of with ecstatic joy, for the gathering into the barn involves a harvest home and I have never heard of men sitting down to cry over an earthly harvest home, nor of their following the sheaves with tears! No, they clap their hands, they dance for joy and shout right lustily! Let us do something like that, concerning those who are already housed. With grave, sweet melodies let us sing around their tombs. Let us feel that, surely, the bitterness of death is passed. When we remember their glory, we may rejoice like the travailing woman when her child is born, who “remembers no more the anguish, for joy that a man is born into the world.” Another soul begins to sing in Heaven–why do you weep, O heirs of immortality? Is the eternal happiness of the righteous, the birth which comes of their death-pangs? Then happy are they who die! Is Glory the end and outcome of that which fills our home with mourning? If so, thank God for bereavements! Thank God for sad severing! He has promoted our dear ones to the skies! He has blessed them beyond all that we could ask or even think! He has taken them out of this weary world to lie in His bosom forever! Blessed be His name if it were for nothing else but this! Would you keep your old father here, full of pain and broken down with feebleness? Would you shut him out of Glory? Would you detain your dear wife here with all her suffering? Would you hold back your husband from the immortal crown? Could you wish your child to descend to earth again from the bliss which now surrounds her? No, no! We wish to be going Home ourselves, to the heavenly Father’s house and its many mansions! But concerning the departed, we rejoice before the Lord as with the joy of harvest! “Therefore comfort one another with these words.”