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HE WAS DESPISED

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 2, 1868

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 31, No. 24.

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HE WAS DESPISED.

By M. J. Cottrell

“He was despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrow and acquainted with grief.” Dost thou remember those words, desponding one? Thou art a Christian in profession, a disciple of Christ; and shalt thou tread a flowery pathway where trials are unknown, when thy Master was a man of sorrow and acquainted with grief? Shalt thou count the honors of this changing earth, when thy Master was despised and rejected by its great ones? He was despised and rejected of men, and wilt thou pine for their recognition or admiration? ’Tis hard, I know, to bear the unjust taunting thou dost meet; ’tis hard to keep an unruffled exterior, a steady step, a calm face, when those, dear by nature’s ties, turn from you with a curling lip and haughty step. ’Tis not an easy thing to pursue a course which will make our friends look upon us as weak-minded, deluded fanatics; but let the thought that Jesus trod the rough pathway before us, inspire our hearts with courage, and impart new strength to our fainting, shrinking spirits. “He was despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrow and acquainted with grief.” He bore the unjust taunts of wicked men, and answered not a word. For you and me he suffered insult, shame, and death. But he overcame the world and has gone to prepare mansions for those who are faithful in serving him, and he sees all our trials and is ever ready to give us strength and assistance; and when he sees that we have been sufficiently tried, then he will come and take us to his home of bright glory; smile sweetly upon us, and present us to his Father. Oh! shall I be one of that happy company? Will you be there? Then must we faithfully endure—in the shadows as well as the sunlight—unto the end. Soon will dawn a glorious deliverance for those who falter not; yes, a glorious deliverance, and, weary one, it is soon to dawn. It is time for us to lift up our heads and rejoice. Our redemption is drawing nigh.
“Only a little longer here ’Mid dangers must we roam, Night shades will soon give place to light, And then we’ll rest at home.”
M. J. COTTRELL.