To love a worm!
(Spurgeon, "The Joy of the Lord" #1027)
Does it not make a man glad to know that
though once his sins had provoked the Lord,
they are now all blotted out, not one of them
remains; though once he was estranged from
God, and far off from him by wicked works,
yet he is made near by the blood of Christ.
The Lord is no longer an angry judge
pursuing
us with a drawn sword; but a loving Father into
whose bosom we pour our sorrows, and find
ease for every pang of heart.
Oh, to know, that God actually loves us!
I have often told you I cannot preach upon
that
theme, for it is a subject to muse upon in silence,
a matter to sit by the hour together and meditate
upon.
The Infinite, to love . . .
an insignificant creature,
an ephemera of an hour,
a shadow that declines!
Is not this a marvel?
For God to pity me I can understand.
For God
to condescend to have mercy upon me I can
comprehend. But for Him to love me; for the
pure One to love a sinner, for the infinitely
great One to love a worm, is
matchless, a
miracle of miracles!
There is a great
deal of profession
(J. West, "Spiritual Desires Satisfied in Christ" 1858)
There is a great deal of profession in the present
day. But it is one thing to profess to be a Christian,
and another thing to be a broken hearted follower
of a despised Christ.
Empty bubbles!
(Henry Law, "Psalms")
"I have hated those who regard lying vanities.
But I trust in the Lord. I am overcome with joy
because of Your unfailing love, for You have
seen my troubles, and You care about the
anguish of my soul." Psalm 31:6-7
Many vain cheats are impudent to deceive us!
Riches,
honors,
titles,
reason,
intellect,
invite us to rely on their aid.
But they are empty bubbles.
Their promises are fraud.
The believer flees with abhorrence
from those who walk in these deceits.
He has a large volume of experience. In
trouble he has found that God's thoughts
were on him. All his adverse circumstances
have been lovingly regarded. In all his
ways of sorrow God has been by his side.
"I have hated those who regard lying vanities.
But I trust in the Lord. I am overcome with joy
because of Your unfailing love, for You have
seen my troubles, and You care about the
anguish of my soul." Psalm 31:6-7
Strong, immutable,
and eternal
(Henry Law, "Psalms")
"Even if my father and mother abandon me,
the Lord will hold me close." Psalm 27:10
Earthly relationships are easily dissolved.
Affection may decay.
Fickleness begets estrangement.
Distance may part.
Death comes, and desolation sits
where happy fellowship once reigned.
But God's love is strong, immutable, and
eternal. His heart beats with tenderness,
and is incapable of diminution or of change.
O Father, ever be a Father unto us!
"Even if my father and mother abandon me,
the Lord will hold me close." Psalm 27:10
The very
thought is horror!
(Henry Law, "Psalms")
"Don't let me suffer the fate of sinners." Ps. 26:9
There is a bundle of tares that shall be burned.
Hell is no fiction!
The very thought
is horror!
What must be the dreadful reality!
The saddest
picture of man's malignity!
(Henry Law, "Psalms")
"My enemies surround Me like a herd of bulls;
fierce bulls of Bashan have hemmed Me in!
Like roaring lions attacking their prey, they
come at Me with open mouths." Ps. 22:12-13
We return in spirit to the cross.
The dying Jesus looks around; multitudes encircle
Him. With open mouth ferociously they assault Him.
Throughout the mass there is no sign of pity; all
hearts seem dead to common feelings of humanity;
they show the properties of the wildest beasts;
they are savage as the untamed bull; they thirst
for blood as the devouring lion.
This is the saddest picture of man's
malignity!
What frightful fury raged against Jesus, the perfect
model of holiness and love! His only offense was
that He walked this earth as God.
We see what man is when no grace restrains.
If we love Jesus, whom the world thus hated, let us
give praise to God's Grace, which causes us to differ.
Evil will not die
until our Lord returns!
(Henry Law, "Psalms")
"O righteous God, who searches minds and
hearts, bring to an end the violence of the
wicked, and make the righteous secure."
Psalm 7:9
Sights and sounds of evil are anguish to a
pious heart. They pain him, because they are
abhorrent to his new nature. He turns from
them as images of Satan; he loathes them
as rebellion against God. Hence he burns
with desire that they may be repressed.
Hence he wearies heaven with cries that
God would drive iniquity into outer darkness.
But evil will not die until our Lord
returns!
Only then shall the wickedness of the wicked
reach its end. Faith waits expectantly for the
blissful reign; it visits in anticipating thought
the new heavens and the new earth.
In heaven, there is no form of sin;
its hideous features are forever gone.
The reign of righteousness has come.
Each heart is holy.
Each look reflects God's image.
Every sound is pure.
All is transcendent happiness, for all is holiness.
No evil will pollute the glorious scene.
Outside is sin and all sin's slaves. Within is the
Lamb's bride, all glorious in her robes of white!
He sits on the calm
throne of eternal serenity!
(Henry Law, "The Gospel in Exodus")
Jesus cannot change. He is as constant as
He is great. As surely as He ever lives, so
surely He ever lives the same. He sits on
the calm throne of eternal serenity!
Change is the defect of things below.
Our brightest morn often ends in storm.
Summer's radiance gives place to winter's
gloom.
The smiling flower soon lies withered.
The babbling brook is soon a parched
channel.
The friend who smiled, smiles
no more friendly welcomes.
Bereavement weeps where once the
family beamed with domestic joy.
Gardens wither into deserts.
Babylons crumble into unsightly ruins.
On all things a sad inscription writes . . .
fleeting!
transient!
vanishing!
Time flaps a ceaseless wing, and from
its wings, decay and death drop down.
But Jesus sits high above all this. He is
'the
same yesterday, and today, and forever.'
The love of Jesus is in perpetual
bloom. It is
always in summertime. The roots are deeply
buried in Himself; therefore the branches cannot
fade. Believer, drink hourly of this cup of joy.
Christ loved you fully when, in the
councils
of eternity, He received you into His heart.
He loved you truly when, in the
fullness of
time, He took upon Himself your curse, and
drained your hell deep dues.
He loved you tenderly when He showed
you, by the Spirit, His hands and His feet,
and whispered to you that you were His.
He loves you faithfully while He
ceases not
to intercede in your behalf, and to scatter
blessings on your soul.
He will love you intensely in heaven
when
you are manifested as His precious purchase
and crowned as His bride!
The Shield
(Henry Law, "Psalms")
So many are saying, "God will never rescue him!"
But You, O Lord, are a shield
around me, my glory,
and the One who lifts my head high. Psalm 3:2-3
In darkest days faith shines with brightest glow.
In the wild storm it looks to God and sings. No
weapon can succeed against it. No billows can
submerge it.
God, even God Himself, surrounds His children
as a shield. The shaft which
touches them
must pierce through God!
These boasted
joys?
(Henry Law, "The Incense Altar")
You may have wealth.
It cannot profit long.
You may have health.
Decay will cause its flower to fade.
You may have strength.
It soon will totter to the grave.
You may have honors.
A breath will blast them.
You may have flattering friends.
They are but as a summer brook.
These boasted joys often now
cover
an aching heart, but . . .
they never gave a grain of solid peace;
they never healed a wounded conscience;
they never won approving looks from God;
they never crushed the sting of sin.
Chasing bubbles
on perdition's brink?
(Henry Law, "The Golden Lampstand")
Without Christ, the affairs of this world are
but a puzzled maze. Poor blinded man sees
nothing as it really is. He does not know the
true end of his being.
He imagines the tinsel to be gold.
He counts the true gold as dross.
He treasures up the chaff as wheat.
All his view is bounded by time's narrow line!
All his heart is fixed on vanity's vain trifles!
He chases bubbles on perdition's brink!
He profits no one and he ruins himself!
The school
of trial
(Henry Law, "The Smitten Rock")
Believer, do not think of undisturbed
repose until the flesh is forever dropped.
There is a ceaseless cycle of sorrow
and temptation here in this world.
But do not despise the scourge.
It has a teaching voice.
It is held by a loving Father's hand.
Hence the command, 'Hear the rod,
and Him who has appointed it.'
The school of trial
best discloses . . .
the hidden vileness of the heart, and
the vast riches of a Savior's grace!
Sin for you!
(Suzanna Wesley)
Whatever weakens your reason, impairs
the tenderness of your conscience, obscures
your sense of God, or takes off your relish
for spiritual things; is sin for you,
however,
innocent it may be in itself.
WHAT IS
TIME?
(David Harsha, "Come to the Savior")
Time is a
stream which is rapidly bearing
us all to the boundless ocean of eternity!
Let us ask again, with all seriousness,
WHAT IS TIME?
I asked an aged man, a man of cares,
Wrinkled, and curved, and white with hoary hairs;
"Time is the warp of life," he said, "Oh tell,
The young, the fair, the gay, to weave it well!"
I asked the ancient, venerable dead,
Sages who wrote, and warriors who bled;
>From the cold grave a hollow murmur flowed,
"Time sowed the seed we reap in this abode!"
I asked a dying sinner, before the
tide
Of life had left his veins: "Time!" he replied;
"I've lost it! ah, the treasure!" and he died.
I asked the golden sun and silver spheres,
Those bright chronometers of days and years;
They answered, "Time is but a meteor glare,"
And bids us for Eternity prepare.
I asked the Seasons, in their
annual round,
Which beautify or desolate the ground;
And they replied (no oracle more wise),
"Tis folly's blank, and wisdom's highest prize!"
I asked a lost spirit, but oh, the
shriek
That pierced my soul! I shudder while I speak!
It cried, "a particle! a speck! a mite
Of endless years, duration infinite!"
I asked my Bible and it said,
"Time is the present hour, the past is fled;
Live! live today! tomorrow never yet
On any living being rose or set!"
I asked Old Father Time himself at
last;
But in a moment he flew swiftly past–
His chariot was a cloud, the viewless wind
His noiseless steeds; which left no trace behind.
I asked a mighty angel, who shall
stand
One foot on sea, and one on solid land;
"By Heaven," he cried, "I swear the mystery's o'er;
"Time was," he cried, "but Time shall be no more!"
Let us ask again, with all seriousness,
WHAT IS TIME?
Time is the path to GLORY, or the path to
HELL!
Each
mother's infant?
(Henry Law, "The Healer")
Let us remove the mask, then, and
behold the multiform malignity of
this fiend, SIN.
Sin is a universal taint.
No child escapes it.
We tread this earth diverse . . .
in climate,
in station,
in mental power,
in mold of temper,
and in frame of body.
But all who breathe life's breath
are spotted with this plague!
Adam's foul fall infused the evil
poison into human nature's veins.
Each parent sows this seed.
No offspring is infection free.
Cain was conceived in sin.
The last babe born must be corruption's
heir.
Reader! your cradle may have been wealth's
downy pillow, or poverty's harsh provisions.
You may have intellect to command a gazing
world's applause, or you may crawl unknown
to an unknown grave. In these externals no
two may be the same.
But all are one in oneness of distempered
soul.
Each mother's
infant is transgression's child.
Sin is an all spoiling evil.
It is a weed which overruns the garden.
It stains all men, and every part in each.
It enters to pervade. Its root is in
the soul.
But its fibers and its branches spread through
each faculty of mind and body. See how it
masters the whole inner frame.
The heart first sickens. This becomes
harder
than the nether millstone, the nest of every
unclean bird, the den of lust's vile brood.
The head soon grows distempered.
Hence error
and ignorance expel right judgment. The world
is worshiped as a rightful lord. Hell is derided
as some weak fable. Repentance is reserved
for dying moments. The glorious Word is
scorned as the bewildered page in which the
brainsick and fanatic glean delusions.
The eye is blind to see the 'chief
among
ten thousand, the altogether lovely One.'
The ear hears nothing but discord in
the Gospel melody.
The palate has no relish of healthful
food.
The lips, the mouth, the
throat, the tongue,
are festered with contaminating sores. Alas!
how many words go forth to spread contagion
and to scatter death.
Thus the disease runs wildly through the
whole man!
Sin is the union of all spiritual maladies
in
one compacted mass. It is no solitary evil.
It comes in troops, in flocks, in swarms!
Sin's end is endless death. Its course is
sure.
The stream flows on until the ocean's bed is
reached. Thus sin's strong bias rushes to the
pit of hell.
Oh! mark those writhing sufferers in the
burning
lake! Ask them what brought them to their woe.
One wild shriek answers, Sin! Sin uncured, unchecked!
This sketch is dark.
The reality is far darker.
But why are these black colors laid? The
malady's
malignity is drawn to show that one Physician
alone can avail.
"I am the Lord, who heals you." Exodus 15:26
Yes, Father
(MacDuff, "Memories of Gennesaret" 1887)
Here is the secret of strength in
encountering
our seasons of trial and difficulty: the conviction
that our times are in the hands of God; thus
leading to complete and entire subordination
of our wills to His.
How it would disarm affliction and
bereavement
of their bitterest stings if we were enabled to
give as the history of our darkest dispensations,
"This is my heavenly Father's will. The hour has
come; the hour appointed by His loving wisdom."
The Christian, like his Lord, is able to
view
every occurrence as emanating from . . .
a Hand of infinite love,
a Mind of infinite wisdom, and
a Will of infinite faithfulness.
Every phase in his history; every step in
his
pilgrimage; its most trifling incidents and
circumstances; are Divinely appointed.
Feeling that he is under this kind and
gracious
guardianship, he resolves his own will into the
will of The Supreme! All that concerns him is a
part of a vast harmonious plan.
The future (mazy, dark, mysterious,)
is fully
known to One who sees the end from the
beginning; educing good out of seeming evil;
and order out of apparent confusion.
Even when a cross looms gloomily on his
path,
he breathes with unmurmuring lips, "Yes,
Father,
for this was Your good pleasure." Matthew 11:26
An ark of
safety in the flood of vanities?
(Henry Law, "The Burning Bush")
"It was by faith that Moses, when he
grew up,
refused to be treated as the son of Pharaoh's
daughter. He chose to share the oppression of
God's people instead of enjoying the fleeting
pleasures of sin. He thought it was better to
suffer for the sake of the Messiah than to own
the treasures of Egypt, for he was looking
ahead to the great reward that God would
give him." Hebrews 11:24-26
Worldly pomp is very dazzling!
Worldly luxury is very entrancing!
Worldly pleasures are very ensnaring!
But there is an ark
of safety in the flood
of vanities, as in the flood of
waters.
Moses is neither dazzled, nor entranced, nor
ensnared. He looks above, and sees a splendor
far more bright. He deliberately chooses scorn
and affliction and loss and poverty, with the
people of God. And he finds . . .
such scorn to be the truest honor;
such affliction to be the purest joy;
such loss to be the richest gain;
such poverty to be the most enduring wealth.
Reader! it is an important principle, that
none
can tread the world beneath their feet until
they see a fairer world above their heads!
When the Lord is set before you, your eyes
are dim
to lower objects. The beauty of the all
beauteous
One, makes other loveliness unlovely!
Moses proves the mighty energy of soul
elevating,
soul purifying faith. This stirring principle turns his
whole course from ease and affluence and self, into
one stream of daring activities for God.
Sodom will
be better off!
(MacDuff, "The Doomed City" 1887)
"I assure you,
Sodom will be better off on
the judgment day than you." Matthew 11:24
Alas! alas! Is it not to be feared that many
are content with having "a name to live," who
are spiritually dead. There are thousands who
come to our churches, who hear the preacher,
who assent to the message, but go back from
listening to the tremendous themes of Death,
Judgment, and Eternity, to plunge deep as
ever into engrossing worldliness and sin.
The preacher may be heard; his words may
fall
like lulling music on the ear, but the gates of
the soul are firmly locked and barred against
admission. The preacher may thunder his rebukes,
but some heart sin and life sin, will, in spite
of them, be retained and caressed.
Are there none now reading these words, whom
the Savior would begin to "upbraid," because they
have not repented? When His scrutinizing eye
looks down, Sabbath after Sabbath, upon listening
audiences throughout our land, all apparently
solemn, sincere, outwardly devout, does He not
discern, lurking underneath this fair external guise,
the signs and symptoms of loathsomeness and decay;
like the pure virgin snow covering the charred and
blackened ruin?
Ah! sermons will not save us!
Church going will not save us!
Orthodoxy in creed and party will not
save us!
Repent! Repent! is the sharp, shrill call of
the
Gospel trumpet! There must be . . .
a change of heart;
a change of life;
a crucifixion of sin; and with full purpose of
heart, a cleaving unto the Lord who died for us!
Solving the great
problem of fretful,
careworn, restless, suffering humanity?
(MacDuff, "Memories of Gennesaret" 1887)
The world resorts to many expedients for
the improvement of man, solving the great
problem of fretful, careworn, restless,
suffering humanity apart from the
gospel.
The philosopher may dream of
visionary
earthly antidotes.
The politician may see in some cold,
frigid,
intellectual training a panacea for human wrongs.
The moralist may discourse on human
virtue,
and the self rectifying power of human goodness.
The socialist may dare to propound
his damning
theories as the pioneers of the halcyon reign of
unbounded liberty.
But we have boldness and confidence that
Christ,
and Him crucified, and the new life which this
Lord of life has to impart, are the true and only
secrets of peace on earth and good will to men.
Two pennies?
(MacDuff, "Memories of Gennesaret" 1887)
While Jesus was in the Temple, He watched
the rich people putting their gifts into the
collection box. Then a poor widow came by
and dropped in two pennies. "I
assure you,"
He said, "this poor widow has given more
than all the rest of them. For they have
given a tiny part of their surplus, but she,
poor as she is, has given everything she has."
Luke 21:1-4
He is unworthy of the name of Christian,
whose
every thought begins, centers, and terminates in
self; a cold, frigid icicle, chilling all who come
within his reach; when he gives, giving grudgingly;
and what he gives, costing him no sacrifice.
Sacrifice of some sort, either of
substance, or time,
or personal effort, is necessarily involved in every
deed of true beneficence.
It was not the gifts of costly munificence,
thrown
with supercilious air into the Treasury, which the
Savior valued; but the widow's two pennies,
the
little earnings which a grateful, giving heart doled
out of her poverty, and which made her evening's
meal simpler and scantier than otherwise it would
have been.
Let us learn anew, the lesson of self
sacrifice.
The world, with its millions of starving
outcasts;
are famishing in spiritual destitution! Have we,
abridged our own comforts to minister to theirs?
Is it not the duty of each to ask, before
God, "What
can I spare? Is there no needless expenditure; no
lavish waste; no foolish luxuriance; nothing that
could be spared in my house or my table, in my
social feasts, that, instead of going to feed and
pamper that love of extravagance which is
running wild in all modern society, could go to
help reach the unsaved?
O my soul, is this all
satisfying treasure yours?
(Henry Law, "Christ is All" 1864)
The true Christian is called . . .
to many relinquishments;
to much self denial;
to constant trampling on earth's gilded baits.
But every relinquishment is wealth; and
every
loss is gain. For he who leaves all for Christ,
receives more than all in Christ.
This is a plain inscription over the portal
of the heavenward path: "Strait is the gate,
and narrow is the way."
He, then, who would enter, must be stripped
of all those flowing robes, in which men flaunt
and swell in nature's broad road.
Self righteousness must be torn off
to its
every shred. This is the very flaying of the
soul. Dependence on imagined merit adheres
as the very skin.
But it all must yield.
Self, in its most cherished form,
must be
despised and hated, as an abominable thing.
All our darling excellences,
all our fond conceits,
all our superiorities
must be rejected as a filthy rag.
It is hard work to cast all this away, and
to go
naked to be clothed by Jesus. But, if ever we
would be saved, it must be done.
So, also, every hope, which finds a savior
in the
externals of rites and services, and means of
grace, must be ground to powder and given to
the winds.
Christ must be embraced, unaided and alone,
or not at all.
I need scarcely add, that every sweet sin,
which has long been caressed in the recesses
of the heart, must be dragged to the light and
slain. This is oftentimes as the plucking out the
right eye.
But there must be no sparing.
Christ is light. Sin is darkness.
How can they be one?
Sin loved, indulged, retained, binds fast
the soul to the wheels of the chariot in
which Christ cannot sit.
Again, the love of the world, in . .
.
its foolish vanities,
its empty shows,
its godless maxims,
its defiling pleasures,
its lying principles,
its soul beclouding books, and
all its idol worship of talent, wit,
and falsely called glory; must be
nailed to the cross!
Its conformity must be shunned, as poison!
Its touch must be shunned, as a viper's
sting!
The heart must have no throne, but for
Christ.
This walk is a departure from nature's
country,
from sin's kindred, and from the devil's home.
It is a march towards a land, which Christ will
give. It requires many efforts, and many struggles,
and many conflicts, thus to take up the Christian's
staff, and to put on the Christian's sandal, and to
spurn all things dear to nature and to self.
But what is rejected?
Nothing but husks and shadows!
Nothing but vexation, and disappointment, and misery!
Nothing but . . .
an oppressive load,
a mocking shadow,
a gnawing anxiety,
a weary chase after emptiness,
a groaning under present burden,
a dread of future reckoning!
What is gained?
The substance of all good, the perfection of all
excellence, in Christ. He welcomes to the secret
chambers of His love. He opens His heart. He turns . . .
all dross to gold,
all clouds to sunshine,
all sighs to songs, and
earth to the very gate of heaven!
O my soul, is this all
satisfying treasure yours?
Unequaled,
unparalleled, and unsurpassed!
(Octavius Winslow, "None Like Christ")
There is no love like the love of Christ.
His love . . .
chose you,
ransomed you,
called you, and
soothes you.
His eyelid never closes.
His affections never change.
His warmth never chills.
His hand is never withdrawn.
The love of Christ stands out in the history
of
love as the divinest, the holiest, the strongest
of all love; unequaled, unparalleled, and
unsurpassed!
Truly there is no love like the love of
Christ
What is it that is
drawing you to Heaven?
(John MacDuff, "Memories of Patmos")
Reader! if you are looking forward to taking
your place as a worshiper in the upper Sanctuary,
the same Divine Being who will form the center
and focus of your bliss there, should form the
center and substance of your happiness here.
Test the reality of your hopes by this.
What is
it that is drawing you to Heaven?
Is it some
dreamy indefinite idea of material splendor?
Is it a place of exemption from sorrow and
suffering, where every wish is satisfied, and
the very fountain of tears is dried? This may
be, and doubtless will be, all true.
But are its Mansions desirable, because they
are the dwelling place of your God? If at
this moment it were divested of all its other
attractions, would it be enough to know that
"God shall be with them and be their God?"
The
Scriptures point to Me!
(Octavius Winslow, "Morning Thoughts")
"But the Scriptures
point to Me!" John 5:39
Search the Scriptures, my reader, with a
view of seeing and knowing more of your
Redeemer, compared with whom nothing
else is worth knowing or making known.
Love your Bible, because it testifies of
Jesus;
because it unfolds a great Savior, an almighty
Redeemer; because it reveals the glory of a
sin pardoning God, in the person of Jesus Christ.
Aim to unravel Jesus in the types, to
grasp
Him amid the shadows, to trace Him through
the predictions of the prophet, the records of
the evangelist, and the letters of the apostles.
All speak of, and all lead to, Jesus!
The Almighty
is a weak babe!
(Henry Law, "Christ is All" 1854)
"Unto you is born a Savior, who is Christ
the Lord."
Wonder of wonders! The mighty God,
without
ceasing to be God, becomes man to redeem us!
Let the greatest king become the
lowest beggar;
let the richest prince leave his palace for the vilest
cell of a loathsome prison; it is as nothing compared
to the act of Jesus, when He left heaven to put on
the rags of our mortality!
The Creator of all things becomes a
creature!
The Almighty is a
weak babe!
The Eternal is a child of time!
The Infinite is contracted into the
limits of poor flesh!
Is not this the wonder of wonders?
Is not this grace which has no bounds?
A brilliant
folly!
(Henry Law, "Christ is All" 1864)
Without a saving knowledge of Jesus,
all other knowledge is a brilliant folly!
The pearl
(John MacDuff, "The Shepherd and His
Flock")
As the pearl
would remain forever in the depths
of the ocean unless the diver descended for it; so,
unless He who purchased us as gems and jewels
for His crown had taken us from the depths of sin,
there we would have remained forever.
And as He rescues
the pearl, so He keeps it,
polishes it, and finally inserts it in His eternal
diadem!
God
remembers!
(Bonar, "Human Heedlessness; Divine
Remembrance")
"They do not realize that I
remember all their
evil deeds. Their sins engulf them; they are
always before Me." Hosea 7:2
What is sin? It is not . . .
an accident,
nor an imprudence,
nor a misfortune,
nor a disease,
nor a weakness.
It may be all these, perhaps; but it is something
beyond all these; something of a more fatal and
terrible character.
Sin is guilt. Sin is crime.
Man's tendency is either to deny, or to
extenuate
sin. He either pleads not guilty, or he smoothes
over the evil; giving it specious names.
Or if he does not succeed in these, he casts
the
blame off himself; he shifts the responsibility to . . .
his nature,
his birth,
his circumstances,
his education;
even to God himself!
But human sin is not thus to be diluted or
transformed into a shadow. It is infinitely
real; true; deep; terrible in the eyes of
Him with whom we have to do.
Let us not trifle with sin, either in the
conscience
or the intellect. Let us learn its true nature from
the terribleness of the wrath and condemnation
threatened by God against every sin, great or small.
God remembers
our sins!
His memory never fails in anything.
Nothing escapes it, great or small.
Nothing effaces anything from it.
Time does not efface it.
Ages blot out nothing.
The past is as clear and full as the present.
Other events do not efface it.
Our own forgetfulness will not efface it.
Our memory and God's are very different.
Our forgetfulness does not make Him forget.
Though man should forget,
God remembers; and
He can call up sin to remembrance. It will and
must come up at last. Men may try to forget it;
to drown all thought of it; to efface all traces of
it; but it will come up!
God remembers!
Nothing can make Him forget.
He may seem to do so; but it is only
seeming.
God remembers...
the person;
the time;
the circumstances;
the thing itself;
public or secret.
God remembers
our sins!
"God does not remember sin!" is the
world's great motto!
"They do not realize that I
remember all their
evil deeds. Their sins engulf them; they are
always before Me." Hosea 7:2