Thirty-eight times does the
Bible make reference to this configuration of the features and quick expulsion
of breath which we call laughter. Sometimes it is born of the sunshine,
and sometimes of the midnight. Sometimes it stirs the sympathy of angels,
and sometimes the cachinnation of devils. All healthy people laugh; whether
it pleases the Lord or displeases him, that depends upon when we laugh
and at what we laugh. My theme this morning is the laughter of the Bible—namely,
Sarah’s laugh, or that of skepticism; David’s laugh, or that of spiritual
exultation; the fool’s laugh, or that of sinful merriment; God’s laugh,
or that of infinite condemnation; heaven’s laugh, or that of eternal triumph.
God says he will accomplish a thing, and men say it cannot be done. A great multitude laugh at the miracles. They say they are contrary to the laws of nature. What is a law of nature? It is God’s way of doing a thing. You ordinarily cross the river by the bridge; to-morrow you change for one day, and you go across the ferry. You made the rule; have you not a right to change it? I ordinarily come in at that door [pointing to a side entrance] of the church. Suppose next Sabbath, I should come in at the other door? It is a habit I have. Have I not a right to change my habit? A law of nature: God’s habit—his way of doing things. If he makes the law, has he not a right to change it at any time he wants to change it? Alas for the folly of those who laugh at God when he says: “I will do a thing,” they responding: “You can’t do it.” God says that the Bible is true—it is all true. Herbert Spencer laughs. John Stuart Mill laughs. All great German universities laugh. Harvard laughs—softly! A great many of the learned institutions of this country, with long rows of professors seated on the fence between Christianity and infidelity, laugh softly. They say: “We didn’t laugh.” That was Sarah’s trick. God thunders from the heavens: “But thou didst laugh!”
We are told that the Garden of Eden was only a fable. There never was any ark built, or, if it was built, it was too small to hold two of every kind. The pillar of fire by night is only the northern lights. The ten plagues of Egypt only a brilliant specimen of jugglery. The sea parted because the wind blew violently a great while from one direction. The sun and moon did not put themselves out of the way for Joshua. Jacob’s ladder was only horizontal and picturesque clouds. The destroying angel smiting the first-born in Egypt was only cholera infantum become epidemic. The gullet of the whale, by positive measurement, is too small to swallow a prophet. The lame, the dumb, the blind, the halt cured by mere human surgery. The resurrection of Christ’s friend only a beautiful tableau, Christ and Lazarus and Mary and Martha acting their parts well. My friends, there is not a doctrine or statement of God’s Holy Word that has not been derided by the skepticism of this day.
I take up this Book of King James’s translation. I consider it a perfect Bible, but here are skeptics who want it torn to pieces, and now with this Bible in my hand, let me tear out all those portions which the skepticism of this day demands shall be torn out.
What shall go first? “Well,” says some one in the audience, “take out all that about the creation, and about the first settlement of the world.” Away goes Genesis. “Now,” says some one, “take out all that about the miraculous guidance of the children of Israel in the wilderness.” Away goes Exodus. “Now,” says some one else in the audience, “there are things in Deuteronomy and Kings that are not fit to be read.” Away go Deuteronomy and the Kings. “Now,” says some one, “the book of Job is a drama; that ought to come out.” Away goes the book of Job. “Now,” says some one, “those passages in the New Testament which imply the divinity of Jesus Christ ought to come out.” Away go the evangelists. “Now,” says some one, “the book of Revelation—how preposterous; it represents a man with the moon under his feet and a sharp sword in his hand.” Away goes the book of Revelation. Now there are a few pieces left. What shall we do with them? “Oh,” says some man in the audience, “I don’t believe a word of the Bible from one end to the other.” Well, it is all gone. Now, you have put out the last light for the nations. Now it is the pitch darkness of eternal midnight. How do you like it?
But, I think, my friends, we had better keep the Bible a little longer intact. It has done pretty well for a good many years. There are old people who find it a comfort to have it on their laps and children like the stories in it. Let us keep it for a curiosity anyhow. If the Bible is to be thrown out of the school, and out of the courtroom, so men no more swear by it, and it is to be put in a dark corridor of the city library, the Koran on one side, and the writings of Confucius on the other, then let us each one keep a copy for himself; for we might have trouble, and we would want to be under the delusions of its consolation; and we might die, and we would want the delusion of the exalted residence at God’s right hand which it mentions.
Oh, what an awful thing it is to laugh in God’s face, and hurl his revelation back at him! After a while the day will come when they will say they did not laugh. Then all the hypercriticisms, all the caricatures and all the learned sneers in the Quarterly Review will be brought to judgment and amid the rocking of everything beneath, and amid the flaming of everything above, God will thunder: “But thou didst laugh!” I think the most fascinating laughter at Christianity I ever remember was Theodore Parker’s. He made the Word of God seem ridiculous, and he laughed on at our holy religion until he came to die, and then he said: “My life has been a failure; a failure domestically, I have no children; a failure socially, for I am treated in the streets like a pirate; a failure professionally, because I know but one minister that has adopted my sentiments.” For a quarter of a century he laughed at Christianity, and ever since Christianity has been laughing at him. Now, it is a mean thing to go into a man’s house and steal his goods; but I tell you the most gigantic burglary ever enacted is the proposition to steal these treasures of our holy religion. The meanest laughter ever uttered is the laughter of the skeptic.
The next laughter mentioned in this Bible is David’s laughter or the expression of spiritual exultation. “Then was our mouth filled with laughter.” He got very much down sometimes, but there are other chapters where for four or five times he calls up the people to praise and exult. It was not a mere twitch of the lips; it was a demonstration that took hold of his whole physical nature. “Then was our mouth filled with laughter.”
My friends, this world will never be converted to God until Christians cry less and laugh and sing more. The horrors are a poor bait. If people are to be persuaded to adopt our holy religion, it will be because they have made up their mind it is a happy religion, and they do not like a bilious Christianity. I know there are morbid people who enjoy a funeral. They come early to see the friends take leave of the corpse, and they steal a ride to the cemetery; but all healthy people enjoy a wedding better than they do a burial. Now, you make the religion of Christ sepulchral and hearse-like, and you make it repulsive.
I say plant the rose of Sharon along the church walks, and columbine to clamber over the church wall; and have a smile on the lip, and have the mouth filled with holy laughter. There is no man in the world except the Christian that has a right to feel an untrammeled glee. He is promised everything is to be for the best here, and he is on the way to a delight which will take all the procession with palm branches and all the orchestra harped and cymbaled and trumpeted to express. “Oh,” you say, “I have so much trouble!” Have you more trouble than Paul had? What does he say? “Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing. Poor, yet making many rich. Having nothing, yet possessing all things.” The merriest laugh I ever heard has been in the sick-room of God’s dear children. When Theodosius was put upon the rack, he suffered very great torture at the first. Somebody asked him how he endured all that pain on the rack. He replied: “When I was first put upon the rack, I suffered a great deal; but very soon a young man in white stood by my side and with a soft and comfortable handkerchief he wiped the sweat from my brow and my pains were relieved; it was a punishment for me to get from the rack, because when the pain was all gone, the angel was gone.” Oh, rejoice evermore!
You know how it is in the army—an army in encampment. If today news comes that our side has had a defeat, and to-morrow another portion of the tidings comes, saying: “We have had another defeat!” it demoralizes all the host. But the news comes of victory today and victory to-morrow, the whole army is impassioned for the contest. Now, in the kingdom of our Lord Jesus Christ, report fewer defeats; tell us the victories; victory over sin and death and hell. Rejoice evermore, and again I say rejoice.
The next laughter mentioned in the Bible that I shall speak of is the fool’s laughter or the expression of sinful merriment. Solomon was very quick at simile; when he makes a comparison we all catch it. What is the laughter of a fool like? He says: “It is the crackling of thorns under a pot.” The kettle is swung, a bunch of brambles is put under it, and the torch is applied to it and there is a great noise and a big blaze and a sputter and a quick extinguishment. Then it is darker than it was before. Fool’s laughter! The most miserable thing on earth is a bad man’s fun. There they are, ten men in a barroom. They have at home wives, mothers, daughters. The impure jest starts at one corner of the barroom, and crackle, crackle, crackle, it goes all around. In five hundred such guffaws there is not one item of happiness. They all feel bemeaned, if they have any conscience left. Have nothing to do with men or women who tell immoral stories. I have no confidence either in their Christian character or their morality.
So all merriment that springs out of the defects of others—caricature of a lame foot or a curved spine or a blind eye or a deaf ear—will be met with the judgments of God, either upon you or your children. Twenty years ago, I knew a man who was particularly skilful in imitating the lameness of a neighbor. Not long ago, a son of the skilful mimic had his leg amputated for the very defect which his father had mimicked years before. I do not say it was a judgment of God. I leave you to make your own inference. So all merriment born of dissipation—that which starts at the counter of the drinking restaurant or from the wine-glass in the home circle—the maudlin simper, the meaningless joke, the saturnalian gibberish, the paroxysm of mirth about nothing, that you sometimes see in the fashionable club-room or the exquisite parlor at twelve o’clock at night, are the crackling of thorns under a pot. Such laughter and such sin ends in death.
When I was a lad a book came out entitled Dow Junior’s Patent Sermons; it made a great stir, a very wide laugh all over the country, that book did. It was a caricature of the Christian ministry and of the Word of God and of the Day of Judgment. Oh, we had a great laugh! The commentary on the whole thing is that, not long ago, the author of that book died in poverty, shame, debauchery, kicked out of society, and cursed of Almighty God. The laughter of such men is the echo of their own damnation.
The next laughter that I shall mention as being in the Bible is the laughter of God’s condemnation. “He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh.” Again: “The Lord will laugh at him.” Again: “I will laugh at his calamity.” With such demonstration will God greet every kind of great sin and wickedness. Bad men build up villainies higher and higher. Good men almost pity God because he is so schemed against by men. Suddenly a pin drops out of the machinery of wickedness, or a secret is revealed, the foundation begins to rock; finally, the whole thing is demolished. What is the matter? I will tell you what is the matter. The crash of ruin is only the reverberation of God’s laughter.
On Wall Street there are a great many good men and a great many fraudulent men. A fraudulent man says: “I mean to have my million.” He goes to work reckless of honesty, and he gets his first one hundred thousand dollars. He gets after a while his two hundred thousand dollars. After a while he gets his five hundred thousand dollars. “Now,” he says, “I have only one more move to make, and I shall have my million.” He gathers up all his resources; he makes that last grand move, he fails and loses all, and he has not enough money of his own left to pay the cost of the car to his home. People cannot understand this spasmodic revulsion. Some said it was a turn in Erie Railroad stock or in Western Union or in Illinois Central; some said it was a big speculation; some said it was one speculator, some another. They all guessed wrong. I will tell you what it was: “He that sitteth in the heavens laughed.”
A man in New York said he would be the richest man in the city. He left his honest work of chair-making, and got into the city councils some way, and in ten years stole fifteen million dollars from the city government. He held the Legislature of the State of New York in the grip of his right hand. Suspicions were aroused. The grand jury presented indictments. The whole land stood aghast. The man who expected to put half the city in his vest-pocket goes to Blackwell’s Island; goes to Ludlow Street Jail; breaks prison and goes across the sea; is rearrested and brought back and again remanded to jail. Why? “He that sitteth in the heavens laughs.”
Rome was a great empire; she had Horace and Virgil among her poets; she had Augustus and Constantine among her emperors. But what mean the defaced Pantheon and the Forum turned into a cattle-market and the broken-walled Colosseum, and the architectural skeleton of her great aqueducts? What was that thunder?” “Oh,” you say, “that was the roar of the battering rams against her walls.” No. What was that quiver? “Oh,” you say, “that was the tramp of hostile legions.” No. The quiver and the roar were the outburst of omnipotent laughter from the defied and insulted heavens. Rome defied God and he laughed her down. Thebes defied God and he laughed her down. Nineveh defied God and he laughed her down. Babylon defied God and he laughed her down.
There is an immense difference
between God’s laugh and his smile. His smile is eternal beatitude. He smiled
when David sang and Miriam clapped the cymbals and Hannah made garments
for her son and Paul preached and John kindled with apocalyptic vision
and when any man has anything to do and does it well. His smile! Why, it
is the apple orchards in full bloom. It is morning breaking on a rippling
sea. It is heaven at high noon, all the bells ringing the marriage peal.
But his laughter—may it never fall on us! It is a condemnation for our
sin. It is a wasting away. We may let the satirist laugh at us, and all
our companions laugh at us, and we may be made the target for the merriment
of earth and hell; but God forbid that we should ever come to the fulfillment
of the prophecy against the rejectors of the truth: “I will laugh at your
calamity.” But, my friends, all of us who reject the pardon of the Gospel
are to come under that tremendous bombardment.
But a thousand of you this morning turn your back to that. And then this voice of invitation turns to a tone divinely ominous, that sobs like a simoom or an equinox through the first chapter of Proverbs: “Because I have called and ye refused; I have stretched out my hand and no man regarded; but ye have set at naught all my counsel and would none of my reproof, I also will laugh at your calamity.” Oh, what a laugh that is! A deep laugh. A long, reverberating laugh. An overwhelming laugh. God grant we may never hear it. But in this day of merciful visitation yield your heart to Christ, that you may spend all your life on earth under his smile and escape forever the thunder of the laugh of God’s indignation.
The other laughter mentioned in the Bible, the only one I shall speak of, is heaven’s laughter, or the expression of eternal triumph. Christ said to his disciples: “Blessed are ye that weep now, for ye shall laugh.” That makes me know positively that we are not to spend our days in heaven singing long-metre songs. The formalistic and stiff notions of heaven that some people have would make me miserable. I am glad to know that the heaven of the Bible is not only a place of holy worship, but of magnificent sociality. “What,” say you, “will the ringing laugh go around the circles of the saved?” I say, yes; pure laughter, cheering laughter, holy laughter. It will be a laugh of congratulation.
When we meet a friend who has suddenly come to a fortune, or who has got over some dire sickness, do we not shake hands, do we not laugh with him? And when we get to heaven and see our friends there, some of them having come up out of great tribulation, why, we will say to one of them: “The last time I saw you, you had been suffering for six weeks under a low intermittent fever;” or to another we will say: “You for ten years were limping with the rheumatism, and you were full of complaints when we saw you last. I congratulate you on your eternal recovery.” Ye shall laugh. Yes, we shall congratulate all those who have come up out of great financial embarrassments in this world, because they have become millionaires in heaven.
Ye shall laugh, it will be a laugh of reassociation. It is as natural for us to laugh when we meet those we haven’t seen for ten years, as anything is possible to be natural. And when we meet our friends, over whose departure we lamented, ten, twenty, thirty years before, will it not be with infinite congratulation? our perceptions quickened, our knowledge improved? We will know each other at a flash, and have to talk over all that happened since we have been separated, the one that has been ten years in heaven telling us of all that has happened in the ten years of his heavenly residence, and we telling him in return what has happened during the ten years of his absence from earth.
We shall laugh. I think George Whitefield and John Wesley will have a laugh of contempt for their earthly collisions, and that Toplady and Charles Wesley will have a laugh of contempt for their earthly misunderstandings, and the two farmers who were in a lawsuit all their days will have a laugh of contempt over their earthly disturbance about a line fence. Exemption from all annoyance. Immersion in all gladness. Ye shall laugh.
Yes; it will be a laugh of triumph. Oh, what a blessed thing it will be to stand on the wall of heaven and look down at Satan and hurl at him defiance, and see him shake his chains, and we free from his clutches! Yes; it will be a laugh of royal greeting; a laugh of royal greeting. You know how the Frenchmen cheered when Napoleon came back from Elba. You know how the English cheered when Wellington came back from Waterloo. You know how the Americans cheered when Kossuth arrived from Hungary. You remember how the Romans cheered when Pompey came back victor over nine hundred cities. Every cheer was a laugh. But oh, the mightier greeting, the gladder greeting, when the snow-white cavalry troops of heaven shall go through the streets; according to Revelation, Christ, in the red, the crimson coat, seated on a white horse, and all the armies of heaven flying on white horses; but when we see and hear that galloping cavalcade, we shall cheer, we shall laugh.
Does not your heart beat
and cry this morning at the thought of that great jubilee upon which we
are soon to enter? I pray God that when we get through with this world
and are going out of it, we may have the same vision that a Christian had
when he said he saw written all over the clouds of the sky the letter W,
and they asked him, standing by his side, what he thought that letter W
meant. Oh, he says, that stands for Welcome. So may it be when we quit
this world. W on the gate, W on the door of the mansion, W on the throne.
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome.
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