WINE OR WATER?
Dr. W. A. Criswell
Daniel 1:5-8
10-06-96
The title of the lesson is: Wine or
Water? And we begin at verse 5 in that first chapter:
And the king appointed them a daily
provision of the king’s meat, and of the wine which he drank; so nourishing
them three years, that at the end thereof they might stand before the king.
Then,
verse 8:
But Daniel purposed in his heart that he
would not defile himself with the portion of the king’s meat, nor with the wine
which he drank
So,
he inquired of the head of the eunuchs—he himself was a eunuch—“that he might
not defile himself” with the food and the wine for 10 days.
The rest of the story is that the head
of the eunuchs acquiesces and for the next 10 days he allowed them to refuse all
of the luxuries of the king’s table. So, the story ends that, at the end
of the 10 days, they appeared before the king and they looked better—healthier
than all of the others who came into the presence of the king in the palace.
Now, that’s the story. And the
lesson that follows after it: in the text, it is not either-or but a both/and.
He refused it all. He refused the king’s delicacies. And he refused
the presence of the drunkards at the bar. He chose for himself and those
captives with him a total abstinence. In the King James Version, it is
called “pulse.” The translation actually would be vegetable soup.
He chose vegetables and water.
And that brings up that subject of the
wine and the water: “The Two Glasses.” There is a famous Christian poet
named Ella Wheeler Wilcox and she wrote this marvelous poem:
There sat two glasses, filled to the
brim,
On a rich man's table, rim to rim.
One was ruddy and red as blood,
And one was clear as the crystal flood.
Said
the glass of wine to his paler brother,
“Let
us tell tales of the past to each other;
I
can tell of banquet, and revel, and mirth,
Where
I was a king, for I ruled in might;
For
the proudest and grandest souls on earth
Fell
under my touch, as though struck with blight.
From
the heads of kings I have torn the crown;
From
the heights of fame I have hurled men down.
I
have blasted many an honored name;
I
have taken virtue and given shame;
I
have tempted the youth with a sip, a taste,
That
has made his future a barren waste.
Far
greater than any king am I,
Or
than any army beneath the sky.
I
have made the arm of the driver fail,
And
sent the train from the iron rail.
I
have made good ships go down at sea,
And
the shrieks of the lost were sweet to me.
Fame,
strength, wealth, genius before me fall;
Ho,
ho! pale brother,” said the wine,
“Can
you boast of deeds as great as mine?”
Said
the water-glass: “I cannot boast
Of a king dethroned, or a murdered host,
But
I can tell of hearts that were sad
By
my crystal drops made bright and glad;
Of
thirsts I have quenched, and brows I have laved;
Of
hands I have cooled, and souls I have saved.
I
have leaped through the valley, dashed down the mountain,
Slept
in the sunshine, and dripped from the fountain.
I
have burst my cloud-fetters, and dropped from the sky,
And
everywhere gladdened the prospect and eye;
I
have eased the hot forehead of fever and pain;
I
have made the parched meadows grow fertile with grain.
I
can tell of the powerful wheel of the mill,
That
ground out the flower, and turned at my will.
I
can tell of manhood debased by you,
That
I have uplifted and crowned anew;
I
cheer, I help, I strengthen and aid;
I
gladden the heart of man and maid;
I
set the wine-chained captive free,
And
all are better for knowing me.”
These
are the tales they told each other,
The
glass of wine and its paler brother,
As
they sat together, filled to the brim,
On
a rich man's table, rim to rim.
[Ella Wheeler Eilcox, “The Two Glasses”]
Water and wine: the inducements to drink there in that king’s court were almost
indescribable and unassailable. They were in a strange land, away from
family and friends and people that knew them. Why not drink? They
were courtiers in a heathen palace. The custom of the palatial residence
was to drink. Why should they be different? Were they the only ones
refusing? To go along makes for political preferment, advances their
careers, so they can be successful.
They were appointed by the king himself.
Many a man refused to drink from the hand of a eunuch. Many a man refused
to drink from the hand of a beefy bartender. But, when the wine is
offered by the hand of the king, who could refuse?
Daniel did. His body was the
temple of God and he refused to defile it. He refused to dishonor it.
What do you think of someone who thought
his body was sacred and not to be confounded with the dirt of the earth?
One night in late October,
When I was far from sober;
Returning with my load of manly pride,
My feet began to stutter.
So, I laid down in the gutter.
And a pig came along
And laid down by my side.
A lady passing by
Was then heard plain to say,
“You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses.”
At which the pig got up
And slowly walked away.
And another one: a newspaper man, traveling through the back roads, saw a
gnarled, wrinkled, bent old man, sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of his
house. Sensing a human-interest story, the reporter decided to interview
the old man.
“Sir, I’d like to know the secret of your long life,” said the reporter.
He replied, “I drink a gallon of whiskey every day. I smoke 50 cigars.
And I go out dancing every night,” said the man.
“Remarkable!” exclaimed the reporter. “Exactly how old are you?”
And he replied, “I’m 27.”
Now, from our city of Dallas—Recently, a Dallas newspaper reported this in a
dispatch from Parkland Hospital, in our city. It reads: “Yesterday, we
saw another preview of hell in the Parkland Hospital Emergency Room: a woman,
struck down by a drunken driver. A college student, lying semi-conscious
following a head-on collision with a drunken driver, who himself was critically
injured. The drunk’s companion was dead. Four other drunks, with
lacerations and stab wounds, were waiting to be treated.
“Night after night, year after year, the same bloody trail of horror: major
auto accidents, stabbings, rapes, wife beatings, nightly emergencies treated
and released or admitted to the Hospital or pronounced dead on arrival.
And almost always, the parade is led by that man of distinction: the weekend
drunkard; and almost always, the moderation drinker, not the alcoholic.
“I wonder if there is that much joy to
be gained from the total consumption of all the beers and whiskeys ever made
even to equal even a small fraction of the innocent sufferings that damage
bodies, the broken marriages, the discarded children and the total brutality
and crimes that inevitably accompany its use. What a quiet place our
Emergency Room at the Hospital would be if the beverage of alcohol were ever
abolished from the city of Dallas.”
I can just hardly believe such things.
Now, the use for alcohol—God is wise and
he does not make things for nothing. So, in the Bible, there are words
that speak of the use of alcohol.
For example, in Proverbs, it will speak
of the merciful sedation of those who are condemned. In the Bible, also,
it speaks of a medicinal use of alcohol.
Timothy, that young convert and preacher
of Paul—Timothy was a teetotaler. In 1 Timothy 5:13, the Apostle Paul
writes to him: “Use a little wine for thy stomach’s sake, and for thy often
infirmities.”
He was a teetotaler. He would not
touch it. And yet, he was ill with his stomach. He had stomach
trouble. So, Paul said, “Take a little wine.” That’s medicinal.
“Take a little wine for your stomach’s sake.”
Also, wine was used in the Bible for
beautiful occasions—celebrations. Fro example, in the second chapter of
the Book of John, you have the story of the turning of water into wine: the
first miracle of our Lord.
So, that bothers me at first. The
Lord manufactures wine. But, I want to show you something: the thing
closes, in the ninth verse:
When the ruler of the feast had tasted
the water that was made wine, and knew not whence it was; (but the servants
which drew the water knew;) the governor of the feast called the bridegroom,
And saith unto him, Every man at the
beginning doth set forth good wine; and when men have well drunk, then that
which is not good; but thou hast kept the good wine until now.
What is that? The wine that Jesus
had made out of that water is nothing like the wine that you get drunk on.
And what is my ultimate comment to be
made on that? It is this: in the twenty-sixth chapter of the Gospel of
Matthew:
This is my blood of the new covenant,
shed for the remission of sins.
But I say unto you, I will not drink
henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until that day when I drink it new with
you in my Father’s kingdom.
Now, that’s one of the most unusual things you could think for. The story
of the establishment—the institution of the Lord’s Supper is told four times.
It is told in Matthew. It is told in Mark. It is told in Luke.
It is told in 1 Corinthians 11. And in no one of them is the word “wine”
used. It is always “the cup” or “the fruit of the vine.”
And I tell you—I know this will be true. What they were drinking is what
is described in the glorious consummation of the Revelation: “I will drink it
new with you in the kingdom of God” and when they were seated at the marriage
supper of the Lamb. That’s the kind of wine that they drank.
Well, how is it that they had that liquor everywhere in that day? The
answer is very obvious and very plain: they had no way to can anything or to
bottle anything. The gift of canning, of bottling, of preserving is
practically new—practically in our day. Back there, for those thousands
of years, they had no way to can anything—no way to bottle anything. They
had no way to preserve anything.
Consequently, when the vineyard was reaped and the grape juice was recovered,
it fermented. There was no way else. So, back there, in that day,
they had fermented wine.
But,
today, you can bottle it. You don’t have to ferment it. It is a
gift of God. And that’s the kind of wine—that’s the kind of grape
juice—that’s the kind of cup of the fruit of the vine that we are going to drink
in the kingdom of our Lord.
Now, the liquor industry is a far cry
from what was back there in that day of our Lord. The liquor industry
knows that its future depends on getting our young people to drink. If
they can’t succeed in that, they are going to fail in these days that lie
ahead. So, in every way that is possible, the liquor industry seeks to
induce our young people to drink.
And I have a word for those young
people:
You’re starting, my boy, on life’s
journey
On the grand highway of life.
You’ll meet with a thousand temptations.
Each city with evil is ripe.
The world is a stage of excitement.
There’s danger wherever you go.
But, if you are tempted to weakness,
Have courage, my boy, and say No.
Be careful in choosing companions.
Seek only the brave and the true.
And stand by your friends when in trial,
Never changing the old for the new.
And when by false friends you are
tempted
To taste of the wine cup, you know
With firmness, with patience and with
kindness,
Have courage, my boy, and say No.
Now, that’s the way I feel about anything that is ever presented, no matter who
is your host or hostess, no matter what elegant company you may be invited to
share, no matter where you are. Just say No.
You wouldn’t think it—let me take a leaf out of my own life. Colonel C.C.
Slaughter, for whom our chapel is named—Colonel C. C. Slaughter had the largest
ranch this world has ever known. He had 3,000,000 acres in Texas—Colonel
C.C. Slaughter—3,000,000—I can’t imagine it.
Well, anyway, when he died, he divided his vast ranch up among his children.
And three of those girls—those daughters—were here in our church when I came.
Colonel C.C. Slaughter was about the best friend and helper that George Truett
ever had. So, when I came here, I inherited—I inherited four of those
girls.
The first wife of Colonel C.C. Slaughter
died. And he married again. And that’s the mother of Nell DeLoche,
who was here when I came.
Well, anyway, the older wife had three
children who were here in our church: Minnie Slaughter Veal—and you know, she
gave me the money for that building right there—that parking building and the
recreational building—Minnie Slaughter Veal, who was one of the best friends I
ever had. She gave $2,500,000 to build that building and made me promise
I’d tell nobody where I got the money or what I was doing.
I built that building over there and the
church had no idea what was going up. It was an amazing thing. And
it was only when it was completed that she let me dedicate it to her.
Well, anyway: Minnie Slaughter Veal; and
Mrs. T.J. Wright; and the third one was Carrie Dean. Carrie Dean’s
husband died. And she became the most impossible recluse you could ever
have been introduced to in your life. She wore solid black. You
never saw her but in solid black.
And she stayed at home. She was a
hermit. She never went anywhere. She just grieved and lived that
kind of a tragic life.
Well, when I came to her, out of
deference for the family, I began to cultivate Carrie Dean. I got her out
of her black clothes. I succeeded in it. I got her out of the
house. I succeeded in it. I got her down here to church, and she
began taking a vital part in the life of this church.
Well, upon a day, she invited me to a
dinner out at her beautiful palace in Highland Park. And in a great big
dining room, she had the members of her family and an illustrious group of
guests.
And at every table, she had a glass.
And she herself came out with a big bottle of wine. And she went around
and poured wine in each one of those glasses… and saved the last one for me.
So, when she went around and poured wine
in all those glasses, she came to my glass. And she reached over, to tip
that bottle and pour wine in my glass. And I put my hand over it and I
said, “No, Carrie Dean. You can’t pour wine in my glass. I don’t
drink.”
“Oh,” she said, “you’re my guest.
You’re my guest and you’re in the presence of all these friends of mine.
I’m going to pour your glass.”
I said, “No, Carrie. You’re not to
pour any wine in my glass.”
“But,” she said, “you’re my guest.
And you’re here in my home. And all of us are going to drink wine.
Just look at all of us. And I’m going to pour wine in your glass.”
And I said, “Carrie Dean, you’re not
going to pour wine in my glass. It is against my faith. It is
against my religion. And I will not let you.”
And when I said that, all of them burst
into laughter and pointing, said, “You lose! You lose! You lose!”
I had no idea what in the Sam Hill they
were hollering at. And I said, “What do you mean, hollering at her like
that?”
And every one of them had made a bet
with her that she could get me to drink wine. “You lose! You lose!”
Well, sir. I’m so proud of myself
in that. I don’t know how to say it. I had the courage to say: “No—No.
I’m not alcoholically inclined. Thank you for your gracious offer.”
Well, one of the reasons why you can’t
help but admire the wonderful President Lincoln was that, in every way you can
imagine, he had the most glorious character to expose. Now, you listen to
this: “Whether or not the world would be greatly benefited by the total
banishment from it of all intoxicating drinks seems to me not now an open
question. Three-fourths of mankind confess the affirmative with their
tongues. And I believe all the rest acknowledge it with their hearts.
Namely, that in that banishment of all liquor from the earth, we would find a
stronger bondage, a slavery manumitted, a great tyrant disposed, and with it,
more wants supplied, more disease healed and more sorrow assuaged; by it, no
orphans starving, no widows weeping; by it, none wounded and none injured.
And when that victory of the banishment of liquor from the earth shall be
complete, and there shall not be a slave or a drunkard on the earth, how proud
can we be that we prove to be the birthplace of both these revolutions and that
it shall have ended in that victory that shall have planted and nurtured to
maturity both the political and moral freedom of their country.”
Now, that’s about as strong an avowal in
informing the management of the liquor industry as I can imagine. That’s
Abraham Lincoln.
Thank God for Daniel. It is worth
it all—this journey back to ancient Babylon—to find a man like him.
Now, I have an addenda. You can
tell I’m having difficulty talking. I’m taking seven different kinds of
medicine. Isn’t that amazing?
I have water in my nose. It drips
and drips. I never knew a nose could drip like that until it came along
in me. And the doctors gave me a whole bunch of different kinds of
medicine.
Anyway, there’s a famous doctor, Jack,
by the name of Lorenz. He lived in the first part of this century.
He was from Vienna, Austria.
And when the great Dr. Lorenz was in
America, and came here to visit in Dallas, he sat down at a table where the
guests indulged in drink. His own wine cup, he pushed aside, untasted.
His companion, at his side, asked Dr.
Lorenz: “Are you a teetotaler?”
“Yes,” said Dr. Lorenz, “I am. I
also am a surgeon, not an agitator. My success depends upon my brains
being clear and my muscles form and my nerves steady. No one can take
alcoholic liquor without blunting these powers, which must be kept on edge.
As a physician, I must not drink.”
Then we think of the word of Thomas A.
Edison, to Francis Willard—you know, the great Temperance leader. When
she asked him why he never drank liquor, Thomas Edison replied: “Because I have
a better use for my brain.”
—Which brings to my mind this wonderful
word in the Book of Proverbs: Proverbs 20:1: “Wine is a mocker, strong drink is
raging; and whosoever is deceived therby is not wise.”
Then, a similar passage, in Proverbs
23:29-32:
Who hath woe! Who hath sorrow?
Who hath contentions? Who hath babbling? Who hath wounds without
cause? Who hath redness of eyes?
They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Look not thou upon the wine when it is
read, when it giveth his color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.
At the last, it biteth like serpent, and
stingeth like an adder.
Can you imagine anything as brutally true and viciously eloquent as that is
about drinking wine? So it is with us.
My time is gone. Let me talk about Belshazzar, the drunkard. And he
brought about the decline and the collapse of the Babylonian Empire.
Alexander the Great—do all of you remember this? Alexander the Great, the
most marvelous leader on the military field that the world has ever
known—Alexander the Great died drunken. He was 33 years old. It’s
unbelievable.
The Duke of Wellington defeated Marshal Ney at Waterloo. Why did he lose
the way? Because his army was drunk.
And in your day, in World War II, General Pattaine—the French general against
Hitler—General Pattaine was so drunk that he couldn’t guide the war.
And the Vishy government, in 1940, the
head of the French army against Hitler—the French army was drunk. And it
provided the way fro the collapse of the French army against Hitler—alcoholism,
drinking.
And let me add one other thing—what
drinking can do: “As a child, John L. Sullivan got a great start. He was
naturally strong and developed a wonderful physique.
“He had an appetite, though, for strong
drink. He thought it did him no harm. And unknown to this strong
man, he was sowing the seeds of his own defeat.”
John L. Sullivan was the greatest boxer
this country has ever produced. He was the champion of the world from 1882
to 1892—John L. Sullivan: I’ve heard of him all my life.
“In his day, there was a man named John
Corbett—I mean Jim Corbett. Jim Corbett was handicapped from childhood by
a weak constitution. Knowing his frailty, Jim Corbett studied foods and
the care of his body. Knowing his frailty, he was very careful for all
the years of his life. By intelligence and perseverance, he developed a
strong physique.
Conscious of his power, he challenged
Sullivan to a world championship in the ring. Sullivan was angry.
He was insulted. He said, “I’ll hit him just once and it’ll all be over.”
For an hour, the battle raged. And
the championship passed from Sullivan to Corbett. Corbett won that world
championship in the ring.
Sullivan was wise enough to place the blame
where it belonged: liquor. He then used his voice to denounce the thing
that had been his undoing. He became a Temperance advocate and went up
and down our land, sounding a warning for the public record.
Don’t tamper with liquor. It’ll
get you. Abstain and keep strong physically all the rest of your life.
And when we read the Book of Daniel, we
are not just being entertained by the addition a volume in the Bible.
But, we are looking at the character of Almighty God.
So, the message today out of that
glorious prophetic book is entitled: “A Godly Christian Witness to an
Unbelieving and Secular World.”
So, we begin. The Book of Daniel
starts off with:
In the third year of Jehoiakim king of
Judah came Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon unto Jerusalem, and besieged it.
And the Lord gave Jehoiakim king of
Judah into the his hand
—along
with some of the vessels of the Temple and some other things.
Now, these things may seem relatively unimportant—just an introduction of why
Daniel was in Babylon. But, you look more closely at the wording.
It is deeply significant.
Remember this: “And the Lord gave Jehoiakin king of Judah into his hands.”
Why does this record thus begin, and why this phraseology? Because God
had prophesied this very thing many, many years before.
Now, my first avowal and observation: Does God’s Word ever fall to the ground?
It reminds us of Isaiah 22:3, when the Lord told Isaiah to go naked and
barefoot for three years, through the streets of the city of Jerusalem.
God was saying that Assyria would arise and the whole world would be confronted
by that great empire. Now, that was about a couple hundred years before
it came to pass.
Or, take again… .
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