Our Cloud of Witnesses…

campbell-paintingTherefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. –Hebrews 12: 1-2

There is a touching story related in a history of a Highland chief, of the noble house of McGregor, who fell wounded by two shots, at the battle of Prestonpans. Seeing their chief fall, the clan wavered, and gave the enemy an advantage.

The old chieftain, beholding the effect of his disaster, raised himself up on his elbow, while the blood gushed in streams from his wounds, and cried aloud, “I am not dead, my children; I am looking at you to see you do your duty.” These words revived the sinking course of his brave Highlanders.

There was a charm in the fact that they still fought under the eye of their chief. It roused them to put forth their mightiest energies, and they did all that human strength could do to turn and stem the dreadful tide of battle.

And is there not a charm to thee, O believer, in the fact that you contend in the battle-field of life under the eye of your Saviour? Wherever you are, however you are oppressed by foes, however exhausted by strife and evil, the eye of Christ is fixed most lovingly upon thee. Nor is Jesus the only observer of your conduct. You are also “a spectacle unto angels.” You are compassed about by a cloud of Witnesses.” Human and angelic minds, animated, the good by love, and the evil by hate, are the spectators of your deeds.

Thus is the theatre of your life made sublime; and you contend for salvation under circumstances sufficiently grand, and with results before you sufficiently awful, to arouse your most latent powers, and to stimulate you to strive bravely, vigorously, and perseveringly even unto victory.”

Taken from “Feathers for Arrows,” by Charles Spurgeon.