A Silly Dove
“Ephraim is like a silly dove without heart.”
Hosea 7:11
THE race of Ephraim is not extinct. Men are to this very day very much like what they were in the days of the Prophets. The same rebukes are still suitable, as well as the same comforts. As man has altered very little, if at all, in his outward bodily conformation, so has he not varied in the inner constitution–he is much the same today as he was in the time of Hosea. In this congregation, in the midst of the city of London, we have too large a company of those who are “like a silly dove without heart.”
To proceed at once with the text, I want you to notice four things. First–a saintly similitude. a secretdistinction. .
- Here we have A SAINTLY SIMILITUDE–“Ephraim is like a dove!”
The people are not compared here to the eagle that soars aloft and scents its prey from afar, nor to the vulture which delights to gorge itself with carrion. They are not likened to any foul and unclean bird which was put aside under the Law of God, but the very figure which is constantly chosen to set forth the beauty of holiness, to describe the Believer, and to picture the whole Church–no, that very emblem by which we set forth Him who is Holiness, itself, God the Holy Spirit–that same comparison to a dove is here used to describe those who were without heart. “Ephraim is like a dove”–it is a saintly similitude.
Let me remind you that in all congregations there are those who are like doves, but not Christ’s doves, who neverbuild their nests in the clefts of the rock, in the bosom of the Savior. They are like doves–you can never tell them fromgenuine Believers and, like doves, they are perfectly harmless. They do no mischief to others in all their lives. Track them,if you will, you will never find them in the alehouse. They sing not the song of the drunkard. No man ever lost anything in business by them. Men may have their pockets picked in the streets, but never by them. Persons may go staggering home under a wound, but that wound never comes from their hands–there is no uncleanness in their heart and no slander on their tongue–they are amiable, admirable. We might almost hold them up for examples of propriety. Alas, alas, that we have only to look within to find that they are not what they seem!
Moreover, being like doves for harmlessness, they are also like them for loving good company. We find not the doveflying with a host of eagles, but it consorts with its own kind. Some of you are never happier than when you are either in the Tabernacle or else in some of the classes formed by various members of the congregation. You also find such a pleasant excitement in the Prayer Meeting that you are not absent from it except when you are prevented by business. You love being where God’s people go–their hymns are sweet to your ears. In their prayers you find some sort of comfort and in the ministry of the Word you take delight. You fly like a cloud and like doves to their windows, and it is a joy to us to see you do it. And yet it may be that although you know how to congregate like doves, you are simply “like a silly dove without heart.”
Moreover, these persons are still more like the dove in that they have the same meekness, apparently, as distinguishesthe dove. They hear as God’s people hear and sit as His people sit. They are not skeptics. They never object to the exposition of the Doctrines to which they listen. They pick no holes in the preacher’s coat–they have no particular fault to find either with the style or the matter of his discourse. They decorously frequent the House of God and behave themselves in a seemly manner when there. No, more than that, they seem with meekness to receive the Word, though they do not receive it as engrafted into their own hearts. They even receive it with joy when the Seed is scattered on them, but having no root in themselves, the good Seed comes to nothing. O my dear Hearers, it is a great subject for thanksgiving that so many of you are ready and willing to listen to the Word with deep and profound respect! But I do beseech you to remember that you may, in this, be like the dove, and yet, after all, you may be taken in the same net and destroyed with the same destruction as that which fell upon the Ephraimites who were “like a silly dove without heart!”
The dove, and so we have many who get as far as that. They know the distinction between the precious and the vile–they will not feed on Law–they can only live on Grace. They have come to know the Doctrines of the Gospel and they feed on them–upon pure corn, well winnowed. You have only to bring in a little free will and straightway they know the chaff from the wheat and refuse to receive it! They cast it away as refuse metal which is of no value to them. But, while they have an orthodox head, they have a heterodox heart–while they know the Truth of God and feel it, yet it is still not the right kind of feeling–they have never so received it as to incorporate it into their very being. They have accepted it with the same sort of belief and in somewhat the same manner as Simon did in Samaria. But, after a while, when trouble and persecution shall come, and waxes too hot, they will turn aside.
But I have to add yet further that there are some of these persons who are like doves in another respect still more singular–as a dove is molested by all sorts of birds of prey, so these persons do, for a time, share the lot which befalls thepeople of God! Why, there are some who for the mere coming to the House of God, get nicknamed, “saints.” They are not saints, but they have to bear the scoffing which is given to saints. And I know some who have turned out to be great sinners, who have, for a time, put up with much scoffing and rebuke for the sake of Christ! When pointed at in the street, it has been part of the manliness of their character to acknowledge that they did frequent such a place of worship. Though their soul has never been stricken by the Divine Word, yet it has become so sweet in their ears that they are willing to bear some degree of reproach for the sake of it! I should not like to be compelled to say precisely wherein the saint is to be distinguished by outward signs, for really, the counterfeits nowadays are so much like the genuine that it needs the Wisdom of the Infallible God, Himself, to discern between the one and the other! We can have false faith, false repentance, false hope and false good works. We have all sorts of things–paint, varnish, tinsel–and we may so grain that a skillful eye will scarcely know whether it is the genuine wood or the artist’s skill. There are many ways of preparing metals and sometimes the alloy seems to have in it, for some purpose, qualities which the unalloyed metal lacks. O Lord, the great Searcher of hearts, do search us lest we should have applied to us saintly names and pass the saintly reputation and character–and hold saintly offices–and after all be cast away with the rubbish over the wall and left to be consumed forever and ever! But, enough on that point.
II. I have now to call your attention to A SECRET DISTINCTION–“Ephraim is like a dove without heart.”
This implies a lack of understanding. The dove knows but little and experience scarcely teaches it anything. We mayalmost spread the snare in the flight of that bird and yet it will fly to it, it is so silly. It does not seem to possess, at least to the outward eye, the wits and sense of some others of the feathered tribe. It has little or no understanding. And oh, how many there are who are, spiritually, like the dove! They have no real knowledge of the Truth of God! They rest in the letter and think that is enough. I solemnly believe that there are those who have not the shadow of an idea of the meaning of the words which they hear every Sabbath in a form of prayer! They repeat those prayers without any appreciation of the sense of them. They would probably not notice if the words were put in any other way. Doubtless they would get as much good out of them if they were thrown together in wild disorder, as they do out of the beautiful and magnificent array in which they are marshaled! Many who come and hear the most simple Truths, go away and say, “It is a riddle to us. We cannot understand how people can sit and listen to that.” Either they condemn the preacher’s words as trite or else as fanatical–they cannot understand them.
You may fetch a clodhopper and set before him the masterpiece of an eminent old painter and tell him, “That picture is worth sixty thousand pounds.” He looks, opens his mouth, starts again and says he can’t make anything of it. He can’t see where the money could go. He’d sooner have carts, and horses, and pigs, and cows, and sheep. Well, now, to some extent we might almost sympathize with him, but the high-art critics despise the man at once for having no soul above his clod. And it is just the same in spiritual things! Exhibit the glories of the Person of Christ and the matchless wisdom of the plan of salvation–that man can see nothing in it. “It is, no doubt, a very good and very proper thing.” He will attend to it and so on–and then he goes to church and thinks he is pious, sits in his seat and goes through the routine–and then supposes he is reconciled to God! Oh, how many such silly doves we have fluttering in and out of our places of worship! As a quaint old preacher said, there were scarcely seats enough for the saints on account of the number of simpletons that came to listen!
But, again, they were silly doves without heart, because, lacking an understanding heart, they also lacked a decidedheart. Sometimes, however, the dove would be slandered if we should use her as a metaphor in this respect. Have you not seen the dove when, from afar, with her quick eyes she has seen her cot, fly straight away, over miles of sea and land, straight to her beloved home? There, she could not be used as a metaphor of the ungodly–but of a child of Jesus who thus flies to Him over the wild waves of sin. But, perhaps, you have seen the dove as first she rises in the air and then flies round and round. She deliberates in order to find out which is the right direction and, when she has made up her mind, away she flies straight as an arrow to the goal. But, while she is fluttering about, she is an apt emblem of some men. They are undecided whether for God or Baal. They halt, to use Elijah’s figure, between two opinions. “How long halt you between two opinions? If the Lord is God, follow Him; but if Baal, then follow him.” On Sundays, they go to church, but on Mondays, they put off their religious habits–the weather is too rough, or something else prevents them from going to the Prayer Meeting. On Sunday, they say–
“My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss”–
but, on Monday or Tuesday, the sound of the wheels in the street and the noise of them that buy and sell put the music of Jerusalem out of their ears and they would gladly go back to the world again! Ah, they are silly doves without understanding and without decision!
No, there are some who may be said to have a sort of decision for a time, but they are like the dove in that they arewithout resolution. The doves seeks to fly in one direction. Somebody claps his hands and she changes in a moment. Or else he sprinkles a handful of barley on the ground and, though she was flying yonder, she is over here again! How many persons there are of that kind, setting their faces to Zion, intending to join the church–perhaps they have seen the elders and the pastor and been accepted–but, after a little time, they say, “Well, they did not know all about it. There are more frightful things than they dreamt of in it!” Like Pliable, they would go to Heaven, but they get into the Slough of Despond and there is strange stuff there that gets into the ears and mouth–and so they get out on the side nearest home and tell Christian he may have the brave country all to himself, for they don’t like the miry places on the way. Or, it may be that some old companion comes up from the country and he will treat them to some place of amusement. Or, perhaps, it may be that there is a prospect of gain to be got in some branch of business that is not quite as honest as it might be. But does not the money count as well? Isn’t it as good to spend? Will not other men think it worth twenty shillings to the pound, however it may have been gained? These people who seemed so true and warm-hearted are like the silly dove without resolution–and fly away again to their old haunts and become just what they used to be.
So likewise there are many, like a dove, without bold hearts. They never turn upon a persecutor. They never stood inthe gap with Mr. Valiant-for-Truth, holding the sword in their hand. They cannot open their mouth to speak for Jesus, but they run away when they ought to stand out like a lion against their foes. They never give a reason for the hope that is in them. We have plenty of Baptist churches educating cowards by the score! They never come out before the whole church–that would be too trying for their nerves! They are never expected to come out boldly on the Lord’s side. Too often, Baptism is administered somewhere in a corner, when as few as possible are present and, in that way, where we ought to have lion-like men, we breed those who hide their principles and are ready to amalgamate with any sect of people so long as they can but bear the name of Christians! I would to God, dear Friends, we had bolder men for our Lord and Master! Be as full of love as you can, but take care that you mix iron with your constitution! Silly are the doves that have no bold heart for God. The day will come when only the bold heart shall win, for the fearful and unbelieving are to have their part in the lake that burns with fire and brimstone!
Too many, also, there are like a silly dove, in that they have a powerless heart. If you visit a great factory where thereis a large engine, you will notice that the amount of power used in the factory is proportionate to the capacity of the steam-engine. If that should work but feebly, then the wheels cannot revolve beyond a proportionate rate–and every part soon discovers that there is some lack of motive force. Now, man’s heart is the great steam-engine of his whole being–and if he has a heart that palpitates with swift strokes, it will put his whole nature in motion and that man will be mighty for his Lord and Master! But if he has a little, insignificant heart that never did glow, and never did burn, and never did know anything about the warmth, life, heat, power and benediction of God’s Love, then his will fritter away his time, knowing the right and doing the wrong, loving in some sort the thing that is beautiful, but still following that which is deformed, giving his name to God and giving what little strength he has to the other side! Brothers and Sisters, I would to God there were not so many in all our communities that have but a pigeon’s heart, or a dove’s heart, or no heart at all!
The root of the master lies here–these Ephraimites have not renewed hearts and so they fail. Verily, verily, it is trueto this hour, as in Jesus' day, “except a man be born-again, he cannot see the Kingdom of God.” Many strive to see it in their own way, but, until the effectual Grace of God comes down to turn their hearts from the great and extraordinary confidence which their proud flesh has in their own works, they never will see, they never can see, the Kingdom of God!How many like Ephraim, then, have the heart altogether wrong because it is not renewed? Therefore it has none of those qualifications which tend to make the man what he should be.
III. With great brevity, we notice, in the third place, A SEVERE DESCRIPTION–“Ephraim is like a silly dove.”
It is a fine word, that word, "
silly.“ Hardly do I know another that is so eminently descriptive. There may be some
sort of dignity in being a fool–but to be silly–to attract no attention except ridicule–is so utterly contemptible that Ido not know how a more sarcastic epithet could be applied! “Ephraim is like a silly dove without heart.” And why silly? Why,it is silly, of course, to profess to be a dove at all,unless a dove at heart! Silly of you to enslave yourselves with the customs of a country of which you are not a citizen–to bind yourselves with the rules of a family of which you are not a member! We find men, when they go to another country, if there is a conscription there, only too willing to plead their own nationality in order to escape it! And yet we have persons who will serve in the Christian conscription, who give as God’s people give and outwardly do what God’s people do–and yet they are not of the godly nation, but are aliens from the commonwealth of Israel! Is not this silly–to take the irksome toil and not to get the joy and the benefit of it? You are silly to go and work in the vineyard, though you have never eaten of the clusters, and never can unless your heart is right in the sight of God.
Isn’t it silly, then, to profess to be a dove at all, and yet not to be a dove? Isn’t it silly, again, to think you can pass muster when your heart is wrong–to fancy that if you go with the crowd, you shall enter Heaven without being seen?Do you think to deceive Omniscience? Do you think Infallible Wisdom will not discern you? Do you think to enter Heaven while your soul is estranged from God? Then, indeed, you are worse than a fool! You are “silly” to think such a thing! How can you thus hope to deceive your God? What is more silly than to play fast and loose in this way–first, to sing the song of Zion, and then the song of lasciviousness! There is something dignified even in the devil, himself–there is something awful about the grandeur of his wickedness because he is consistent in it! But there is nothing of that consistency in you because you are here and there, everywhere and nowhere–everything by turns, and nothing long.
Some of you are so silly as to hasten your own condemnation. You know that to be without God and without Christwill ruin you, and yet you do that which keeps you from going to Christ! You hug the sins that prevent your laying hold on Him and still dandle upon your knee the lusts which you know will shut the gates of Heaven against you! Like Ephraim, you are silly enough to trust in that which will be your ruin. Some of you rest upon good works, or hope to be saved by good feelings. The two powers which had oppressed Ephraim–Egypt and Assyria–were still the powers in which he trusted. Do not imitate his folly by trusting to that which will ruin you!
You are silly, again, because
when there is so much danger, you do not fly to the place of shelter. O silly dove, when
the hawk is abroad, not to seek the clefts of the rock to hide yourself! And how silly are some of you! Day after day, year after year, Satan is hawking after you! The great fowler is seeking your destruction, but the wounds of Christ are open to you and the invitation of the Gospel is freely given to you–and yet, you are so silly that though you know better, you prefer the pleasures of the day to the joys of eternity! Yet I know not that you do prefer them, only somehow or other you are too silly to prove your preference and go on, like a child that is playing on the hole of the cockatrice, making mirth over your damnation–too silly to make up your minds to choose either Heaven or Hell! I know there are some such people in this house–would God that the arrow might find out the right persons, but, too often, these doves are so silly, in another respect, that they will not let the appeal of the Gospel come home to them. They say, “it cannot be for me, for I go to Mr. A’s or Mr. B’s class! It cannot be for me, for I go to the Prayer Meeting, I contribute to the College and every good work!” Yet all the while it means just you who act upon your own whims, but not for God, who give God anything but your heart, who are ready to make a sacrifice of all, except that you refuse that which He asks of you! “My son, give Me your heart.” It was considered to be a sign of great calamity when the Roman prophet slew a bull and found no heart–and it is the worst of all calamities when a man has no heart to give to God! “This people draws near unto Me with their mouth, and honors Me with their lips; but their heart is far from Me,” is one of the complaints against Israel of old, and one of the sins which made the Prophets weep and caused Jerusalem to be plowed like a field.
IV. I close with just a few words upon the fourth point, and that is, A SERIOUS CONSIDERATION. There are one or two things I would say solemnly, softly and hopefully. Oh, that they may stick in the memory and the conscience of many of you!
Those of you, my Hearers, who have been long sitting in this Tabernacle–some of you ever since it was built and before then in other places under our ministry–yet are just the same as you used to be, ought to recollect how sadly we look on those who are not saved. It is no rare thing to find the attendant of the sanctuary an unbeliever. It is a common thing to find the child of converted parents, the lad educated at the Sunday school, the man who has always had a seat in God’s House, still having no hope and without God in the world. Think of that! Be not deceived–the Gospel will harden such people as you are! Speaking after the manner of men, (for with God, all things are possible, and a Sovereign God does as He wills), it does seem less and less probable that you ever should be called by Grace after you have sat and listened to the Word so long. The voice that once startled you now soothes you! The manner that once attracted the eyes, and sometimes seemed to touch the heart, fails to do either! And the very Truths of God that once went over your heads like a crash of thunder has so little force in them now that you even sleep under the sound of them! Think of that, you who are like a silly dove without heart!
Remember, too, that some of the vilest sinners that have ever lived have been manufactured out of this raw material.Some of the worst men were once, apparently, meek-hearted hearers of the Word, but they sat under the preaching of the Gospel till they grew ripe enough to deny God and curse Him. The unsanctified hearing of the Gospel has sometimes produced more gigantic specimens of sin than the deaf ear of the adder. Beware, my Hearer! I know that you will say with Hazael, “Is your servant a dog, that he should do this great thing?” Yes, there is dog and devil enough in you unless you have been changed by Grace, to do that thing and 20 other things that you have never dreamt of yet! Think what multitudes of souls in Hell there are like you–silly doves without hearts! Many of the population of that place of wailing once heard the Gospel, heard it with gladness and appeared to receive it for a time–but they had no root, and so the impression withered away. They never had been called effectually by Grace and never had been renewed in heart, although they had all the outward semblance of holiness1 They are gone! Even now, your soul may listen to their groans and moans, the lesson of all which would be, “Make your calling and election sure, and be not satisfied with the name to live while you are dead.”
May the Spirit of the living God stir you up to this, for, if not, I have one more consideration to urge upon you. Remember how soon you may be in Hell. And they who go there, if they have been such as you are, go there with a vengeance. To go from under the shadow of the pulpit to the Pit is terrible. To go from the Communion Cup, to drink the cup of devils–from the song of saints to the weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth of lost souls–from all the hallowed joys of God’s Sabbath, of God’s House and of His Word, down to the unutterable infamy of spirits that have no love of God, but curse Him day and night–my Hearers, that may be your lot within an hour, a week, a year! It matters not what the period may be, for if it ever is your lot, the time past shall seem to have been but the twinkling of an eye for its joy, though it may appear to you to have been ages for the awful responsibility which the day of mercy will have entailed upon you. Repent and be baptized, everyone of you!“ As Peter said, so say I! If you have not as yet received Christ, lay hold on eternal life and oh, that the Spirit of the living God, while I preach the Word generally, may apply it particularly, finding out His own chosen and gathering them out of the ruins of the Fall, that they may be jewels in the crown of the Redeemer! The Lord make us doves, but God forbid that we should be "silly doves without heart.”