Mystery Of Rebirth
“MYSTERY OF REBIRTH”
“Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness
from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.”
Psalm 110:8
“It is asked, where are they to come from? how are God’s people to be brought? what means are to be employed? how is it to be done? The simple answer is this. Did you never see the dew-drops glistening on the earth? and did you never ask, “Whence came these? how came they here so infinite in number, so lavishly scattered everywhere, so pure and brilliant.” Nature whispered the answer, “They came from the womb of the morning.” So God’s people will come forth as noiselessly, as mysteriously, as divinely, as if they came “from the womb of the morning,” like the dew drops. Philosophy has labored to discover the origin of dew, and perhaps has guessed it; but to the Eastern, one of the greatest riddles was, out of whose womb came the dew? Who is the mother of those pearly drops, Now, so will God’s people come mysteriously. It will be said by the bystander, “There was nothing in that man’s preaching; I thought I should hear an orator; this man has been made the means of salvation to thousands, and I thought I should hear an eloquent man, but I have heard a great many preachers far more intelligent and intellectual than he; how
were these souls converted?”; Why, hey have come from the womb of the morning,” mysteriously. Again, the dew drops-who made them? Do kings and princes rise up and hold their sceptres, and bid the clouds shed tears, or affright them to weeping by the beating of the drum? Do armies march to the battle to force the sky to give up its treasure, and scatter its diamonds lavishly? No; God speaks; he whispers in the ears of nature, and it weeps for joy at the glad news that the morning is coming. God does it; there is no apparent agency employed, no thunder, no lightning; God has done it. That is how God’s people shall be saved; they come forth from the
“womb of the morning” divinely called, divinely brought, divinely blessed, divinely numbered, divinely scattered over the entire surface of the globe, divinely refreshing to the world, they proceed from the “womb of the morning.” You may have noticed in the morning what a multitude of dew drops there are, and you may have inquired, “Whence comes so great a multitude?” We answer, the womb of nature is capable of ten thousand births at once. So, “from the womb of the morning” God’s children shall come. No struggle, no pang, no shriek, no agony is heard, all is secret; but they shall come fresh “from the womb of the morning.” The figure is so
beautiful that words cannot explain it. You have only to stand early one morning when the sun is beginning to shoot his rays of light up to the sky, and look at the fields all glistening with dew, and say, “Whence came all these?” The answer is, they came “from the womb of the morning.” So when you find that multitudes are saved, and you see them coming so mysteriously, so gently, so divinely, and yet so numerously, you can only compare them to the dew of the morning. You say, “Whence came these?” And the answer is, they have come “from the womb of the morning.”
[Spurgeon, MTP, Vol. 2, 271-72]