James Nisbet's Church Pulpit Commentary
Daniel 6:23,24
DANIEL CONTRA MUNDUM
‘So Daniel was taken up out of the den, and no manner of hurt was found upon him, because he believed in his God.’
If you ask, How a man could rise to such a height of holy heroism, that he feared not, for conscience sake, to face the united malice of Darius’s court, and the scarcely more terrible array of the hungry lions, I answer, first and chiefest, it was all of grace; all of grace.
But there is another and very remarkable feature about Daniel, to which I should trace, under God, his singular courage.
From his childhood Daniel was a man who was accustomed to great self-discipline. As a boy, he refused to eat the dainties which came from the royal table, because he judged it would be displeasing to God—no mean act of self-control. As he grew up, the same habit of mind followed him.
He was the chief president over the almost boundless empire of Babylon. Millions looked to his word as law. He lived in the midst of the proudest families of the earth. He was Israel’s prophet, and he was Assyria’s lord.
And yet, notwithstanding all, every day of his life Daniel prayed three times to his God.
I. Now, the secret of the outer life must always be found in the sanctuary of the inner life.—I see in this habit the mark of a mind which had been taught to exercise a most wonderful resolution over itself. He did not suffer indolence to cloak itself under the plea of engagements; but, the busiest man perhaps that ever lived upon this earth, he did what there is not a man in the world may not do, if he likes—he found time for God every day. He sought daily power for the daily burden. He would go and pass a little time facing eternity; he would go and be in the contemplation of grand realities.
And we can easily see how he would come down again—after this exercise of the soul—to the cabinet, or to the judgment-seat, with a mind calm, and prepared, and armed, at every hand, for life’s perplexing load.
As he did it, day by day, his mind learnt how to get up into a higher atmosphere and a loftier region of being. The habitual self-denial, the familiar prayer, enabled him to stand forth, when a great occasion came, a hero. He had lived for God, and therefore could die for God.
We all of us sometimes love to fancy how we would act upon some mighty emergency. What champions we would be! How conspicuous we would be in the way in which we would bear trial! But, believe me, those heights of Zion are never reached but by little daily ascents. The way is a way of common life that makes the martyr. He who indulges appetite every day would never be a man who would brave the fire! He who shrinks from a little cross, would never carry a heavy one! Show me—not what you are when you sit down in your reveries and your imaginations, but what have you been since last Sunday? What pleasure have you forgone for God? What contempt have you borne for Jesus? What cross have you taken up? What act of love have you done to the brethren of Christ? He who wishes to be illustrious before the world, must be a man very lowly before God. He must remember the words of the chief of martyrs—that challenge of our great Leader, as He was going to scale the heavens—‘If any man will come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me.’
II. It was, doubtless, the consequence of these exercises and habits, that, when Daniel’s enemies would find occasion against him, they could find no error, or fault, or pretext, to accuse him—‘except as concerning the law of his God.’
I should think that, at that moment, there was not, upon the face of this earth, a man who had such abasing views of himself as Daniel had. He was nothing in his own eyes but a poor miserable sinner.
But his outward life gave no manner of offence before men. Oh what a testimony! Oh that men should say of us—Oh that the greatest enemy we have, if he were asked—Oh that the brother, or sister, or the friend who lives with us under the same roof, if they were asked, could say, ‘The only thing I have against that man is—he is too religious; he loves and serves God too much’! Happy those whose only shame it is that they are Christians!—blessed souls, whose only excess is an excess of prayer! Very noble is the testimony that they are giving to the grace of God!—very near are they walking in the steps of their Blessed Master!—very legibly are their ‘names written in heaven’!—and very close will they sit to the Lamb presently!
No sooner was the king’s decree signed, forbidding prayer—than Daniel, whatever might have been his custom before, saw it right now to give the greatest possible publicity to his daily devotions; and therefore, with ‘his windows open in his chamber towards Jerusalem, he prayed’—and, mark the words—‘gave thanks before his God, three times a day, as he did aforetime.’ That his prayer should go on, we should not so much marvel—the very danger might drive him to his knees; but here lay the grace—that, under the dark cloud, he ‘gave thanks.’
The hour of trial did not shorten the hallelujah. That is beautiful! When you are in sorrow, put more praise into your prayers.
But did not he violate—by ostentatious display—the proprieties of Christian secrecy? Did not he act wrongly not to shut ‘his door,’ when he ‘entered into his closet’?
III. In these matters, motive is everything.—There is a text often quoted, ‘Let not your left hand know what your right hand doeth.’ As though it meant: ‘The world is not to know what you do.’ It means, you are not to know it—for your ‘left hand’ is you; ‘Don’t let your left hand know what your right hand doeth.’
The question is always this: ‘Is my heart seeking its own praise or the glory of God?’ The motive is everything. Thus the line of duty may vary according to circumstances. What would be a right humility if you were in one society, would be an unworthy flying from your colours when you are in another! The road to heaven, for the most part, is a retired path; but sometimes it crosses the beaten track.
Daniel went from his prayer to his trial; and he carried with him, from his closet, the faith which trembled not at the gate of the horrible pit, and before which the brindled lions closed their mouths.
There are times when a man’s mind is compassed with all horrid shapes, and thousands of evil lusts and passions are rampant about him. And then, perhaps, more than in his worst days, monstrous things come crowding in upon his fancy. They are dreadful temptations! But God speaks lovingly. In the hottest of Satan’s fight, God is on your side; and His shield is over you—‘Fear not, for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art Mine. When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee; when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.’
And Daniel came up safe ‘out of the den, and no manner of hurt was found upon him, because he believed in his God.’
The night of this little dark world is already quickly passing away. The dawn of eternity will soon appear. And then the King’s own voice will speak; and every ‘prisoner of hope’—the despised, and the injured, and the struggling ones—at that King’s royal voice will stand forth—emancipated and unhurt—the brighter, the gladder, and the more beloved for all the sufferings through which they passed. And there they will magnify God’s holy name for the salvation He has wrought. And as each faithful and redeemed spirit goes up to its eternal rest, and the foe, and the pit, and the hell are at His feet for ever and ever—this will be all his history, and all his boast—‘ He believed in his God.’
—Rev. Jas. Vaughan.
Illustration
‘The heroic missionary of the New Hebrides, John G. Paton, gives a very remarkable account of a journey during the night through some hostile tribes in Tanna. So dense was the darkness that at a certain point where he had to descend from the top of the cliffs to the shore, he could not find the path. He says: “I feared that I might stumble over and be killed, or, if I delayed till daylight, that the savages would kill me. I knew that one part of the rock was steep-sloping, with little growth or none thereon, and I searched about to find it, resolved to commend myself to Jesus and slide down. Feeling sure I had found this spot, I hurled down several stones, but the distance was too far for me to hear or judge. At high tide the sea there was deep; but at low tide I could wade out of it and escape. First, I fastened all my clothes tightly so as not to catch on anything; then I lay down at the top on my back, feet foremost, holding my head downward on my breast to keep it from striking on the rock; then, after one cry to my Saviour, I at last let go, throwing my arms forward and trying to keep my feet well up. A giddy swirl, as if flying through the air, took possession of me; a few moments seemed an age; I rushed quickly down, and felt no obstruction till my feet struck into the sea below. It was low tide, I had received no injury, and wading through, I found the rest of the way easier. When the natives heard next day how I had come all the way in the dark, they exclaimed: “Surely any of us would have been killed! Your Jehovah God alone thus protects you, and brings you safely home.” ’