After mourning comes the reality of our truly humble state before God. When we see how desperate we are in the presence of such a holy and mighty God, we are silenced, placing our hands over our mouths. The first spark of true meekness begins to bloom and grow in our hearts as we come to realise that we do not have the right to make demands of God.
The broken, mourning soul begins to see the world in a new light. His relationships with others changes as he realises his truly humble state. He rests happily in the hands of an overwhelmingly gracious, good God. The journey is long, and he falls often, yet he gets up every time.
The most beautiful reality for those who are meek is the glorious example shining before them: their Saviour who has walked this same road before them. The Saviour who talked with lepers, who ate with sinners, who touched dead bodies, who took notice of those shunned and silenced by society, who forgave, who mourned over a broken and ruined city of lost and blind sheep, who even carried His own cross.
Again and again, we are met with the meekness of the King of the Universe who humbled Himself to save those who hate Him. We are shocked as we see this same King refuse to retaliate as He is struck in the face, as He is spat upon, as He is mocked and laughed at, as His power is questioned, and finally, as He goes to the uttermost to accomplish His Father’s will.
The meekness of such a Saviour motivates us, because we have His power to be meek too. We weep for the lost, we respond gracefully when we are wronged, we are slow to take offence, we are patient, we are quick to forgive, and we are steadfast. With all we have and are, we desire to love as Christ loves: to the uttermost.
Finally, we find contentment: contentment in the reality that the meek have a solid, absolute inheritance. While the earth rages at unfilfilled rights, as the wicked shake their fists defiantly in God’s face, and as the ungodly challenge the justice and righteousness of their Creator, the meek are content.
We know that our Father is seated on His throne, and that He laughs. He is in control. The meek are also content because they know that a time is coming when the laughter shall cease, when the King of Heaven will terrify the nations and stop the mouths of fools. The necks of the stubborn and proud will be bent. The wicked will be judged.
The meek will see their King restore all things. Their eyes are finally opened to the reality of Christ’s light burden and easy yoke. There is joy everlasting in the land they shall inherit. The light and momentary troubles of this life pass away as the glory of their King pours into every space and crevice of eternity.
May we all be among the meek who shall possess the new Eden, whose flowers shall never wither, and where no serpent’s trail shall ever be seen!
Spurgeon
To The Heart 