THE LEPER CLEANSED

J.C. PHILPOT
Lev. 14:14


THE LEPER CLEANSED

Preached on August 8th, 1852, at Eden Street Chapel, London.

WHAT a fearful disease was leprosy! and what a type and figure of that still more fearful disease, sin. When a man was infected with the slightest taint of leprosy, and the priest had pronounced him unclean, he was at once cut off from all social and domestic ties. The wife of his bosom, the child of his heart, the brothers and sisters who had played with him in infancy and grown up with him into manhood, the friend who had loved him as his own soul, all immediately cast him off. He became at once an outcast and an alien from family and friends, hearth and home. But this was not all. These indeed were keen, cutting strokes, but there was a keener and more cutting stroke still in reserve. He was driven from the chosen people of God, banished from the camp, and not permitted to draw near to the courts of the Lord's house. For him the altar had no sacrifice; for him the sanctuary had no incense; to him the gates of the tabernacle gave no admission. He was cut off from man and cut off from God, and as his disease generally was incurable, he had no prospect before him but to die a miserable death, the flesh rotting off his bones, and limb dropping from limb. Do we not see in this dreadful malady, and in its attending circumstances, some representation of that fearful disease sin as opened up in the heart and conscience of the child of God? Let the hand of God be upon you, let sin be laid bare in your soul, and the result will be—especially if the members of your family be unacquainted with vital religion, or be opposed to the discriminating doctrines of the gospel—that the very wife of your bosom will despise you: the very children who have grown up as olive branches round about your table will scorn you: the friends with whom you have walked in business or pleasure will cast you off; and the religious body with which probably you have been connected will renounce you as a brother, and consider you but a fanatic or gloomy enthusiast. Thus we find Job expressing this portion of his bitter trial: "He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me. My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me. They that dwell in mine house, and my maids count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight. I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I intreated him with my mouth. My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children's sake of mine own body. Yea, young children despised me, I arose and they spake against me. All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me." So also said Heman: "Lover and friend hast Thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness." Thus, too, complained David: "My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off."

But besides this, however painful to the natural feelings, there is that which far exceeds all—the separation which sin makes between God and the soul.

Leprosy, then, as I was endeavouring to show this morning, is a striking figure of that fearful disease sin as opened up in the heart and conscience. But there are some points in which the type does not exactly correspond with the antitype.

I was this morning endeavouring to describe somewhat of the nature and symptoms of that fearful disease leprosy, and to show how it was a figure of that still more fearful disease sin; and then I said that if we were spared to meet together this evening we would attempt to consider a little of the cleansing from this fearful disease.

We read: "This shall be the law of the leper in the day of his cleansing; he shall be brought unto the priest, and the priest shall go forth out of the camp, and the priest shall look and behold, if the plague of leprosy be healed in the leper, then"—-and so forth.

For the sake of clearness we may divide our subject into two general heads:

I. There were several needful preliminaries.

II. We will now consider the appointed ceremonial with its spiritual meaning.

But you will observe that before the heart can be sanctified by the Spirit of God it must be cleansed by the blood of the Lamb. Sin must be pardoned before subdued. The conscience must be cleansed before the heart, lip and life can be sanctified. Blood precedes oil; justification precedes sanctification. The conscience is purged from dead works before the living God is served: the soul is married unto Christ before it brings forth fruit unto God. Do we not want the one as much as the other? And the one is never given without the other. If there is justification, there is sanctification. If there is Christ, there is the Spirit. If there is blood, there is oil. See how needful it is to have the oil applied to the ear, to have the thoughts sanctified. Aye, a drop of oil on the right ear makes good hearers. Those whose ear has been sprinkled with blood and touched with oil are not wayside, stony-ground hearers, but have judgment, experience, discernment, life and feeling. They know what they hear: and as the oil sanctifies the ear, so also it opens it to receive instruction. Do you bring with you an ear sprinkled with blood and sanctified with oil? Do you know what you hear, feel what you hear, believe what you hear? Does your spirit fall under it? Do your affections embrace it? Does your conscience twine around it? Do you feel it come into your very spirit with a sanctifying, softening, and humbling effect? That is being a good hearer. Such are not the generality of hearers, who have no judgment, no experience, no feeling, no discernment. We must have oil upon the ear to make good preachers, too, as well as good hearers, for without it we cannot hear the voice of the Spirit speaking in the Word of God.

And then there is the oil upon the thumb. You tradesmen, when you are holding the scales behind the counter, does not the thumb want oil upon it sometimes to make the balances right? In buying and selling, trafficking and carrying on daily employments, does not the thumb want oil upon it? And if blood and oil be upon the thumb, will not matters be right between God and conscience? Blood without oil would but make an Antinomian; oil without blood would but make a Pharisee; blood with oil, oil upon blood, makes the manifested child of God. They are not, they never can be really separated. How I, too, who write so much, need oil on my thumb! Does not the foot, too, need the oil, to have the walk, life and conversation sanctified by the grace of God? O, if there were oil daily upon the toe, what different lives we should lead ! How the oil upon the toe would keep us out of things into which we so heedlessly run, bring us near to God, out of the company and spirit of the world, and preserve us from ungodly practices, and every kind of sin. With the oil upon the toe we must needs walk in the fear of God tenderly, solemnly, feelingly, reverentially, believingly, to the honour and praise of His great Name.

I think time will hardly admit of our entering more fully upon this subject. We have had to-day the leper sick and the leper well; the leper diseased and the leper cleansed; the leper out of the camp and the leper in the camp; the leper banished and the leper restored. We have seen—those at least who were here this morning—some of the symptoms of the malady, and we have seen something, I hope, this evening of the cleansing and restoration. Now comes the important question, How far our experience corresponds with these particulars? I hope that you will give me credit for having this day kept close to God's Word: I have endeavoured to do so, and close also to the experience of God's family. Now can we find in our experience anything agreeable to this? One remark I would drop. The leprosy—as I was showing this morning—was a disease that gradually spread. It was not at the worst at first. There may be those here this evening who know a little, but not much; in whom there is a beginning, but the disease is not widely, deeply spread; but it will be so if you have the beginning. At present you know little of the remedy, because you know little of the malady. And can we know the one without the other? What were all these ceremonial rites to any but the leper? Could any but the leper understand them, realise them, enter into their signification, feel their weight and power, or have any personal interest in them? None, absolutely none! They were for the leper, and the leper only.

Those who are not lepers, who have not been struck with the deadly malady, and had sin opened up in the heart and conscience, know nothing of what we have been speaking. Ask an experienced and tried child of God if he could get at these things very easily? Ask him if these pearls lie upon the surface of the water? Whether they do not lie deeply, and whether he has not had to go down to the bottom to get at them? The reality of these things is by most passed over. They are not lepers, and therefore they know little either of the malady or the remedy. But these things do not alter facts. Realities are realities, whether known or not; and there are those who know them to be realities, who enter deeply both into the malady and the remedy, and know something of both the blood and the oil. It is a mercy to know anything really of God. One grain of grace is saving. There are times and seasons when the soul would be glad to be certain it had half a grain; but one grain of grace will make a believer. The natural disease began with what seemed to be a little spot; it was but a grain, but it spread and spread till the man was infected throughout. So with God's people. They must have deeper and deeper discoveries of the leprosy till their entire being is leprous throughout, that they may prize the remedy which God has devised and provided—blood and oil, grace and mercy, pardon and peace—for these things must not be merely shut up in the pages of God's Word; their reality must be felt in the soul, and brought into our own possession by the power and work of the Holy Spirit.

O the pangs by Christians felt.
When their eyes are open:
When they see the gulfs of guilt
They must wade and grope in:
When the hell appears within.
Causing bitter anguish.
And the loathsome stench of sin
Makes the spirit languish!

Now the heart disclosed, betrays
All its hid disorders,
Enmity to God's right ways.
Blasphemies and murders:
Malice, envy, lust, and pride.
Thoughts obscene and filthy':
Sores corrupt and putrefied,
No part sound or healthy.

Brethren. in a state so sad,
When temptations seize us.
When our hearts we feel thus bad,
Let us look to Jesus.
He that hung upon the cross,
For his people bleeding.
Now in heaven sirs. for us
Always interceding.

Vengeance, when the Saviour died.
Quitted the believer:
Justice cried. "I'm satisfied.
Now, henceforth, for ever."
"It is finished," said the Lord,
In his dying minute:
Holy Ghost, repeat the word.
Full salvation's in it.

Leprous soul, press through the crowd
In thy foul condition:
Struggle hard. and call aloud
On the great Physician.
Wait till thy disease he cleanse.
Begging, trusting, cleaving:
When, and where, and by what means,
To his wisdom leaving.

Hart (Gadsby's No. 306)



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