This following quotation is taken from one of Rutherford’s letters written while in exile in 1637. The content from this one passage is reflected in many of the stanzas of the previously posted poem.
“How fast, how fast dot our ship sail! and how fair a wind hath time, to blow us off these coasts and this land of dying and perishing things! Alas! our ship saileth one way and fleeth many miles in one hour, to hasten us upon eternity, and our love and hearts are sailing close backover and swimming toward ease, lawless pleasure, vain honor, perishing riches; and to build a fool’s nest I know not where, and to lay our eggs within the sea-mark, and fasten our bits of broken anchors upon the worst ground in the world, this fleeting and perishing life! And in the meanwhile, time and tide carry us upon another life, and there is daily less and less oil in our lamps, and less and less sand in our watchglass. Oh, what a wise course were it for us to look away from the false beauty of our borrowed prison, and to mind, and eye, and lust for our country! Lord, Lord, take us home!”
I spent Thursday evening discussing this poem with some friends. What struck all of us was Rutherford’s Pilgrim spirit and how vividly he was able to portray the glory of Immanuel’s Land. Spending time in such discussions is a tremendous approach at beating back this worlds encroachment and to catch a clearer vision of spiritual things. What a blessing the edification and mutual encouragement the many members of the church can be in our pilgrim journey.
Hebrews 11:14-16 14 For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country. 15 And truly, if they had been mindful of that country from whence they came out, they might have had opportunity to have returned. 16 But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.