Sorrow Better than Laughter
Ecclesiastes 7:3
Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.


Sorrow is set over against laughter; the house of mourning over against the house of mirth; the rebuke of the wise over against the music of fools; the day of death over against the day of birth: all tending, however, to this, that trouble and grief have their bright side, and that giddy indulgence and merriment carry a sting.

I. SORROW IS BETTER THAN LAUGHTER, BECAUSE A GREAT PART OF WORLDLY MERRIMENT IS NO BETTER THAN FOLLY. Here we take no extreme or ascetic ground. It would be morose and unchristian to scowl at the gambols of infancy, or to hush the laugh of youth, on fit occasions. Cheerfulness is nowhere forbidden, even in adult life; and we perhaps offend God oftener by our frowns than by our smiles. But you all know that there is a merriment which admits no rule, confines itself by no limit, shocks every maxim even of sober reason, absorbs the whole powers, wastes the time, and debilitates the intellect, even if it do not lead to supreme love of pleasure, profligacy, and general intemperance and voluptuousness.

II. SORROW IS BETTER THAN LAUGHTER, BECAUSE MUCH OF WORLDLY MERRIMENT TENDS TO NO INTELLECTUAL OR MORAL GOOD. Worldly pleasures, and the expressions of these, do nothing for the immaterial part. The utmost that can be pretended is that they amuse and recreate. In their very notion they are exceptions, and should be sparing. But there are a thousand recreative processes connected with healthful exercise, with knowledge, with the study of beautiful nature, with the practice and contemplation of art, and with the fellowship of friends, which unbend the tense nerve and refresh the wasted spirits, while at the same time they instruct the mind and soften or tranquillize the heart. Not so with the unbridled joys which find vent in redoubled peals of mirth and obstreperous carousal, or in the lighter play of chattered nonsense end never-ending giggle.

III. SORROW IS BETTER THAN LAUGHTER, BECAUSE WORLDLY MIRTH IS SHORT. In the Eastern countries, where fuel is very scarce, every combustible shrub, brush, and bramble is seized upon for culinary fires. Of these the blaze is bright, hot, and soon extinct. Such is worldly mirth. "For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool." It is noisy — more noisy than if there were anything in it. But it soon ceases. Physical limits are put to gay pleasures. The loudest laughter cannot laugh for ever. Lungs and diaphragm forbid and rebel. There is a time of life when such pleasures become as difficult as they are ungraceful; and there is not in society a more ridiculous object, even in its own circle, than a tottering, antiquated, bedizened devotee of fashion. Grief comes in and shortens the amusement. Losses and reverses shorten it. And, if there were nothing else, pleasure must be short, because it cannot be extended to judgment and eternity.

IV. WORLDLY MIRTH IS UNSATISFYING. "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity," i.e. emptiness and disappointment. The man wonders why the toys and rattles which pleased him once please him now no more. They are vanity, and all is vanity; and every day that he lives longer will make it more formidable vanity. Now, pray observe, the case is directly the reverse with regard to sound intellectual and spiritual enjoyments; for which the capacity is perpetually increasing with its indulgence.

V. SORROW IS BETTER THAN LAUGHTER, BECAUSE SORROW BREEDS REFLECTION. There can be no contemplation amidst the riot of self-indulgence; but the house of mourning is a meditative abode. Before they were afflicted, a large proportion of God's people went astray; and, if they live long enough, they can all declare that the solemn pauses of their bereavement, illness, poverty, shame, and fear, have been better to them than the dainties of the house of feasting.

VI. SORROW IS BETTER THAN LAUGHTER, BECAUSE SORROW BRINGS LESSONS OF WISDOM. Sufferers not only think but learn. Many sermons could not record all the lessons of affliction. It tells us wherein we have offended. It takes us away from the flattering crowd, and from seducing charmers, and keenly reaches, with its probe, the hidden iniquity. This is less pleasing than worldly joy, but it is more profitable. The Bible is the chief book in the house of mourning — read by some there who have never read it elsewhere, and revealing to its most assiduous students new truths, shining forth in affliction like stars which hays been hidden in daylight.

VII. SORROW IS BETTER THAN LAUGHTER, BECAUSE SORROW AMENDS THE HEART AND LIFE. Not by any efficiency of good; of such efficiency, pain, whether of body or mind, knows nothing; but by becoming the vehicle of Divine influences. The ways of Providence are such, that troubled spirits, bathed in tears, are repeatedly made to cry with a joy which swallows up all foregoing griefs, "Before we were afflicted we went astray, but now have we kept Thy law!"

VIII. SORROW IS BETTER THAN LAUGHTER, BECAUSE SORROW LIKENS US TO HIM WHOM WE LOVE. You know His name. He is the Man of Sorrows — the companion or brother of grief. His great work, even our salvation, was not more by power or holiness than by sorrows. He took our flesh that He might bear our sorrows. If we suffer with Him, we shall also reign with Him.

IX. SORROW IS BETTER THAN LAUGHTER, BECAUSE SORROW ENDS IN JOY. The very resistance of a virtuous mind to adversity — the bracing of the frame — the breasting of the torrent — the patience, the resignation, the hope amidst the billows, the high resolve and courage that mount more boldly out of the surge of grief, the silent endurance of the timid and the frail, when out of weakness they are made strong — these, and such as these, increase the capacity for future holiness and heavenly bliss. "These are they that have come out of great tribulation."

(J. W. Alexander, D. D.)



Parallel Verses
KJV: Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.

WEB: Sorrow is better than laughter; for by the sadness of the face the heart is made good.




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