always happens, and what is happening now! Men and women trying to live without God are hungry and unsatisfied. Everywhere there are frantic cries for the minstrel, for the man who can amuse, entertain, make us laugh and forget. You know the modern minstrel—pictures, revues, dances, and entertainments. I am saying nothing against these things in themselves. I am saying that it is an awful indictment that we are afraid to live with ourselves, that we are calling for a fiddler when our souls cry out for the living God. And I am saying that that way folly and failure lie. “You can never satisfy the soul by the tickling of a sense.” You may get an evening’s forgetfulness and fun out of a fiddle and a song, out of a dance and a play, but you cannot get what will satisfy an immortal soul made in the Divine image and destined for eternal glory. Oh, it is pitiable to see men and women craving for the happiness and frivolities of life when what they really need is God. It is not the minstrel, or his modern equivalent, we need, it is God and the God revealed in Jesus. Now turn to the other side, a complimentary lesson.
CONSIDER THE MINSTREL GOD SENT
You might almost call it God’s last appeal to Saul. In the good providence of God, it was David who went to play before the depressed, distressed, and diseased king—not a mechanical or professional buffoon, but a bright, clean, healthy, cheery youth, fresh from the sheepfolds and fellowship with God. A youth “with God’s dew on his gracious gold hair.”
One of the finest things in modern poetry for me is Browning’s description of David harping before Saul. He pictures Saul seated in the gloom of his tent. David said not a word, but tuned his harp and played. First, he played the tune with which the shepherd calls home his sheep in the gloaming, then the song of the reapers, a funeral dirge, a marriage hymn, and a battle song. Then he sang of the beauty of God’s world and the good gift of life. Then he tuned his harp to the story of Saul’s life, his boyhood, his honesty, his beauty, and his brave deeds. The king was touched and troubled, and “there in the darkness Saul stirred.” But the work was not yet done. Again, the minstrel bent over his harp and sang. The song was the blessed gospel, the assurance that by Divine mercy the past may be blotted out and a new man rise from the grave of the old. Then the look of care passed from Saul’s face, and a great gentleness came over him, he drew the lad towards him, and for long sat stroking David’s yellow hair.21
Thank God there are Davids as well as Sauls. If there are warped, weary, wizened men and women, there are fresh, eager, happy, pure souls too. And this incident suggests a ministry they can exercise. I would like to say to them—keep your soul young and clean, pure and glad, and your very presence will be an inspiration to sad and dispirited souls. Though you don’t know a note of music, God will make your life a song “that comforteth the sad, that helpeth others to be strong, and makes the singer glad.”
I know youth calls to youth and that you will want the company of those of your own age and outlook, but give some of your time and some of your youth and freshness to the old and depressed, to the sick and the suffering. Just by going into a home you may brighten it. One of my own loveliest memories is of going into a home in this district to visit an old lady. While I was there two of our own young people came in. It was their half-holiday and they were giving part of it to cheer a lonely old woman. Their incoming was like the coming in of spring, and I marked with joy how the old lady’s face brightened. One of those young folk had a lovely reward. The old lady had nothing to give but her thanks and her blessing, and one other thing. She had one spray of lilies of the valley in her garden and she had saved it to give to the young lady who made music in her heart and home.
And do not let us forget, in His service, the ministry of music is our debt to those who find sense in it. Music may be something men seek to tickle a sense when the soul is hungry for God. It may be the tones in which the voice of God reaches wandering and weary souls. The service of song may be a performance intended only to attract and please, or it may be part of the attempt to cheer, gladden, and uplift. There is tremendous power in song. Music both has charms to sooth a savage heart, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. Of some songs, it is written: “Such songs have power to sooth the restless pulse of care, and come like the benediction which follows after prayer. And the night is filled with music, and the cares that infest the day, just fold up their tents like Arabs, and as silently steal away.” How many hearts have been moved to finer issues by the singing of “home, sweet home?”22 Strength and courage are inspired by the singing of “John Brown’s Body.” Hearts and minds have been made tender and kind by “Lead, Kindly Light,” and comforted by “The Lord’s My Shepherd.” “Abide with Me” catches the heart of any audience from that in a cathedral to that in a football field.
Let us consecrate the power of song to the service of God and weary and tempted men and women. Do not be content to sing for amusement or applause. Sing so that depressed and lonely souls will be lifted and cheered. Above all, let the ministry of music be enlisted in the service of evangelism. Use it to cast out evil spirits. Sing as David sang to Saul of the grace of God, of the new chances God gives, of the new life that is offered. Let evangelistic singing cooperate with evangelistic preaching. Let us answer the world’s “Provide me now a man that can play well,” with a gospel ministry of sacred song.
21. He is referring to the 1890 poem “Saul,” a lengthy narrative poem by R. B. Browning.
22. This is a quote from H. W. Longfellow’s famous poem “The Day Is Done.”
“THE GREEN EYE OF THE YELLOW GOD”—1 Samuel 18.9
(Preached twice from Fentiman Road 3/15/25 to Katherine Road 2/23/36)
1 Samuel 18.9 “And Saul eyed David from that day and forward.”
It was on this wise—David the young and newly appointed commander of the hosts of Israel, had gone out on a campaign against the Philistines. As he returned after winning a great victory, the daughters of Israel met him with singing and dancing. In the experience of their joy they exalted the new commander over the king. “Saul,” they sang, “hath slain his thousands, and David his ten thousands.” With a lowering countenance, Saul stood in the background, and in that dark and terrible moment he gave jealousy place in his soul. He was wroth and said, “They have ascribed unto David ten-thousands, and to me they have ascribed but thousands, and what can he have more but the kingdom?” From that moment, David could do nothing right for the king. Saul could not bear the sight of his face or the sound of his name. The eyes that followed David wherever he went were blinded by jealousy to everything good. Everything the son of Jesse did angered the jealous king. And as jealousy struck its fangs deeper into his soul he saw in David only one who must at all costs be removed.
Follow the story. It is not long before you are reading how the king in his jealous rage flung his spear at the youth who was trying by music to charm the devil out of him. And but a little later, you are told how Saul sought to bait a death trap for his fancied rival with his own daughter’s love and flesh. It is a terrible story, and I do not hesitate to dwell on it a moment or two longer in order to point out the kind of man who was mastered, embittered, and spoiled by the entering of the demon of jealousy into his life. Saul was a man of fine parts. In his moments of sanity and reasonableness he was a gallant and magnanimous man. But his whole life was cursed and the big man became petty and small, a would-be murderer of the vilest sort, because he gave place to the devil of jealousy. He made David’s life unbearable, and he consigned himself to the hell of a tortured spirit. That is the story and—
IT IS TRUE TO THE FACTS OF LIFE
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