A Short Study of Numbers 21:9
“And Moses made a serpent of brass, and put it upon a pole, and it came to pass, that if a serpent had bitten any man, when he beheld the serpent of brass, he lived..”
Behold God’s method – simple, yet mighty; one only, yet sufficient for each case. The prince, the poor, must seek the selfsame remedy. The mightiest intellect – the most expanded mind – the most inventive thought – could find no other rescue.
The most illiterate had instant access to it. The aged raised the eye, and health returned. The youthful gazed, and malady was gone. In some, the pains were great, and death seemed near, but one view killed the plague.
Others had just felt the sting, and found the pain to fly. Some were far off in distant borders of the camp – some had their dwellings around the uplifted pole – but every look – from far – from near – was full, complete, and instantaneous cure.
Did any scorn the means?
If so, neglect was ruin. No other help could heal the bite. But all, who acted trust in God’s appointed mode, found sure deliverance. There was only one remedy – free – open unto all – but only one.
Look, and be healed. Look, and let life return.
The glory of this type now gloriously breaks. Let minor thoughts now vanish, as stars before the sun. The Brazen Serpent on the pole is Christ. The look towards it is faith. This must be granted.
When Jesus opened wisdom’s volume to Nicodemus, He brought him to this very scene. The words are as bright as midday.
“As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up–that whoever believes in Him, should not perish, but have eternal life.”
Grand tidings worth ten thousand worlds!
Here then, in emblem, is the gospel of free grace!
Here is the remedy of God. Here is relief commensurate with all the need of all poor sin-sick souls.
Reader, give ear. See in this figure your hope – your joy – your peace – your full redemption – your complete salvation – your curse removed – your sins all blotted out!
Come, and look inward – realize your neediness – your pain – your rankling sore – your just exposure to eternal death. And then look upward and behold health in a bleeding Saviour’s wounds – life in a dying Saviour’s death.
By Henry Law