A bruised reed he will not break, and a faintly burning wick he will not quench. – Isaiah 42:2-3
Still reading the puritan Richard Sibbes, A Bruised Reed.
Isaiah 42:3 makes the point that Christ will not blow out a faintly burning wick. In other words, as we have been re-created to burn with a gospel light that evidences Christ’s transforming work through his righteousness and mercy, yet all of our soul-fires are attended with the smoke of corruption. You and I blow smoke all the time, but if we would be in Christ (by grace through faith), we WILL NOT blow out. And yet, we have days when the fire is wanting; when no heat seems to emanate. We simply puff smoke. That is the reality of our weakness.
How does it enable us to live the gospel all the more?! Let me just give you a puff or two from the puritanical pipe I have been smoking…
Some think, when they become more troubled with the smoke of corruption than they were before, therefore they are worse than they were [before]. It is true that corruptions appear more now than before, but they are less.
For first, the more sin is seen, the more it is hated, and therefore it is less. Dust particles are in a room before the sun shines, but they only appear then.
Secondly, the nearer the contraries are one to another, the sharper is the conflict between them. Now, of all the enemies the spirit and the flesh are the nearest one to another, being both in the soul of the regenerate man… and therefore it is no marvel that the soul, the seat of this battle, thus divided within itself, is as smoking flax (a faintly burning wick)… Therefore, none are so aware of corruption as those whose souls are most alive.
Let such know that if the smoke be offensive to them, it is a sign that there is light. It is better to enjoy the benefit of light, though with smoke, than to be altogether in the dark.
It should encourage us to duty [obedience, worship, awe] that Christ will not quench the smoking flax, but blow on it till it flames.
And so this day I pray the gospel with my new friend Sibbes:
‘Lord, I believe’ with a weak faith, yet with faith; love thee with a weak love, yet with love; endeavor in a feeble manner, yet endeavor. A little fire is fire, though it smokes. Amen.