The New Heart

Thomas Guthrie
 

"I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh." Ezekiel 36:26

As in a fine machine where the parts all fit each other, and, bathed in oil, move without din or discord—the most perfect harmony reigns throughout the kingdom of grace. Jesus Christ is the "wisdom," as well as the "power" of God; nor in this kingdom is anything found corresponding to the anomalies and incongruities of the world lying without. There we sometimes see a high station disgraced by a man of base habits; while others are doomed to an inferior condition, who would shine like gilded ornaments on the very pinnacles of society.

That beautiful congruity in Christ's kingdom is secured by those who are the objects of saving mercy, being so renewed and sanctified that their nature, is in harmony with their position, and the man within corresponds to all without.

Observe how this property of "new" runs through the whole economy of grace. When mercy first rose upon this world, an attribute of Divinity appeared which was new to the eyes of men and angels. Again, the Savior was born of a virgin; and He who came forth from a womb where no child had been previously conceived, was sepulchered in a tomb where no man had been previously interred. The infant had a new birthplace, the crucified One had a new burial-place.

Again, Jesus is the mediator of a new covenant, the author of a new testament, the founder of a new faith.

Again, the redeemed receive a new name; they sing a new song; their home is not to be in the old, but in the new, Jerusalem, where they shall dwell on a new earth, and walk in glory beneath a new Heaven.

Now it were surely strange, when all things else are new, if they themselves were not to partake of this general renovation. Nor strange only, for such a change is indispensable. A new name without a new nature would be an imposture. It were not more an untruth to call a lion a lamb, or the rapacious vulture by the name of the gentle dove—than to give the title of sons of God to the venomous seed of the serpent.

Then, again, unless man received a new nature, how could he sing the new song? The raven, perched on the rock, where she whets her bloody beak, and impatiently watches the dying struggles of some unhappy lamb—cannot tune her croaking voice to the rich, mellow music of a thrush. In the same way, since it is out of the abundance of the heart that the mouth speaks, how could a sinner take up the strain and sing the song of saints?

Besides, unless a man were a new creature—he would be out of place in the new creation. In circumstances neither adapted to his nature, nor fitted to minister to his happiness—a sinner in heaven would find himself as much out of his element as a finny inhabitant of the deep, or a sightless burrower in the soil—beside an eagle, soaring in the sky, or surveying her wide domain from the mountain crag.

In the works of God we see nothing more beautiful than the divine skill with which He suits His creatures to their condition. He gives wings to birds, fins to fish, a lamp to light the glowworm, great roots to ground the cedar, and to the aspiring ivy her thousand hands to climb the wall.

Nor is the wisdom so conspicuous in nature, or less remarkable and adorable in the kingdom of grace. He forms a holy people for a holy heaven—fits Heaven for them, and them for heaven. And calling up His Son to prepare the mansions for their tenants, and sending down His Spirit to prepare the tenants for their mansions—He thus establishes a perfect harmony between the new creature and the new creation.

You cannot have two hearts beating in the same bosom, else you would be, not a man, but a monster. Therefore, the very first thing to be done, in order to make things new, is just to take that which is old out of the way. And the taking away of the old heart is, after all, but a preparatory process. It is a means, but not the end. For, as strange as it may at first sound, he is not pious who is without sin. A dead man is without sin; and he is sinless, who lies buried in dreamless slumber, so long as his eyes are sealed.

Now, God requires more than a negative religion. Piety, like fire, light, electricity, magnetism—is an active, not a passive element; it has a positive, not merely a negative existence. For how is pure and undefiled religion defined? "Pure and undefiled religion is to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction."

And on whom does Jesus pronounce His beatitude? "If you know these things—happy are you if you do them." And what is the sum of practical piety—the most portable form in which you can put an answer to Saul's question, "Lord, what would you have me to do?" What but this, "Depart from evil, and do good."

Therefore, while God promises to take the stony heart out of our flesh, He promises more. In taking away one heart—He engages to supply us with another; and to this further change and onward stage in the process of redemption, I now proceed to turn your attention.

By way of general observation, I remark that our affections are engaged in religion. An oak tree—not as it stands choked up in the crowded forest, with room neither to spread nor breathe, but as it stands in the open field, swelling out below where it anchors its roots in the ground, and swelling out above where it stretches its arms into the air—presents us with the most perfect form of firmness, self-support, stout and sturdy independence.

Observe, that although the state of the natural affections does not furnish any certain evidence of conversion, it is the glory of piety that our natural affections are strengthened, elevated, sanctified by the change. The lover of God will be the kindest, best, wisest lover of his fellow-creatures. The heart that has room in it for God, grows so large, that it finds room for all God's people, for all that He loves, and for all that He has made. Just so the Church, with all its denominations of true Christians, the world, with all its perishing sinners, nay, all the worlds which He has created, find orbit-room to move, as in an expansive universe, within the capacious enlargement of a believer's heart.

For while the love of sin acts as an astringent—contracting the dimensions of the natural heart, shutting and shriveling it up—the love of God expands and enlarges its capacity. Piety quickens the pulse of love, warms and strengthens our heart, and sends forth fuller streams of natural affection toward all that have a claim on us—just as a strong and healthy heart sends tides of blood along the elastic arteries to every extremity of the body.

This new heart, however, mainly consists in a change of the affections as they regard spiritual objects.

Without again traveling over ground which we have already surveyed, just look at the heart and feelings of an unconverted man. His mind being carnal, is enmity or hatred against God. This may be latent, not at first sight apparent, nor suspected—but how soon does it appear when put to the proof? Fairly tried, it comes out like those unseen elements which chemical tests reveal. Let God, for instance, by His providences or laws, thwart the wishes or cross the propensities of our unrenewed nature—let there be a collision between His will and ours—and the latent enmity flashes out like latent fire when the cold black flint is struck with steel.
 

In conversion God gives a NEW SPIRIT.

Conversion does not bestow new faculties. It does not turn a weak-minded man into a philosopher. Yet, along with our affections, the temper, the will, the judgment partake of this great and holy change. Thus, while the heart ceases to be dead, the head, illuminated by a light within, ceases to be dark; the understanding is enlightened; the will is renewed; and our whole temper is sweetened and sanctified by the Spirit of God. To consider these in their order, I remark:

1. By this change the UNDERSTANDING and JUDGMENT are enlightened. Sin is the greatest folly, and the sinner the greatest fool in the world. There is no such madness in the worst lunacy. Think of a man risking eternity and his everlasting happiness on the uncertain chance of surviving another year. Think of a man purchasing a momentary pleasure, at the cost of endless pain. Think of a dying man living as if he were never to die. Is there a convert to God who looks back upon his unconverted state, and does not say with David, "Lord, I was as a beast before You!"

Now conversion not only restores God to the heart, but reason also to her throne! Time and eternity are now seen in their just proportions—in their right relative dimensions; the one in its littleness, and the other in its greatness. When the light of Heaven rises on the soul, what grand discoveries does she make . . .
of the exceeding evil of sin,
of the holiness of the divine law,
of the infinite purity of divine justice,
of the grace and greatness of divine love.

On Sinai's summit and on Calvary's cross—what new, sublime, affecting, scenes open on her astonished eyes! She now, as by one convulsive bound, leaps to the conclusion that salvation is the one thing needful, and that if a man will give all he has for the life that now is—then much more should he part with all for the life to come.

The Savior and Satan, the soul and body, holiness and sin, have competing claims. Between these reason now holds the balance even. But a man finds, in the visit of converting grace, what the demoniac found in Jesus' advent. The man whose dwelling was among the tombs, whom no chains could bind, is seated at the feet of Jesus, "clothed, and in his right mind."

2. By this change, the WILL is renewed. Bad men are worse than they appear, and good men are better than they appear. In conversion the will is so changed and sanctified, that although a pious man is in some respects less, in other respects he is more holy than the world gives him credit for.

The attainments of a believer are always beneath his aims;
his desires are nobler than his deeds;
his wishes are holier than his works.

Give lost men their will, full swing to their passions, and they would be worse than they are.

Give holy men their will, and they would be better than they are.

And if you have experienced the gracious change, it will be your daily grief that you are not what you not only know you should be, but what you wish to be. To be complaining with Paul, "For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out" is one of the best evidences of a gracious, saving change.

Children of God! let not your souls be cast down. This struggle between the new will and the old man—painful and prolonged although it is—proves beyond all doubt the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.

Until the Savior appeared there was no sword drawn, nor blood shed in Bethlehem, nor murderous decree issued against its babes—they slept safely in their mothers' bosoms, Herod enjoyed his security and pleasure, and Rachel rose not from her grave to weep for her children because they were not. But Christ's coming rouses all the devil in the soul. The fruits of holy peace are reaped with swords on the fields of war; and this struggle within your breast proves that grace, even in its infancy is engaged in strangling the old Serpent. When the shadow of calamity falls on many homes, and the tidings of victory come with sad news to many a family, and the brave are lying thick in the deadly breach, men comfort us by saying, that there are things worse than war. That is emphatically true of this holy war. Rejoice that the peace of death is gone.

3. By conversion the TEMPER and DISPOSITION are changed and sanctified. Christians are occasionally to be found with a tone of mind and a temper as little calculated to recommend their faith as to promote their happiness. I believe that there are cases in which this is due to a deranged condition of the nervous system, or the presence of disease in some other vital organ. These unhappy people are more deserving of our pity than our censure. This is not only the judgment of Christian charity, but of sound philosophy, and is a conclusion to which we are conducted in studying the union between mind and body, and the manner in which they act and react upon each other.

So long as grace dwells in a "vile body," which is the seat of frequent disorder and many diseases—these infirmities of temper admit no more, perhaps, of being entirely removed, than a defect of speech, or any physical deformity. The good temper for which some take credit, may be the result of good health and a well-developed frame—a physical virtue more than a moral virtue; and an ill temper, springing from bad health, or an imperfect organization, may be a physical rather than a moral defect—giving its victim a claim on our charity and forbearance.

But, admitting this apology for the unhappy tone and temper of some pious men, the true Christian will bitterly bewail his defect, and, regretting his infirmity more than others do a deformity, he will carefully guard and earnestly pray against it. Considering it as a thorn in his flesh, a messenger of Satan sent to buffet him, it will often send him to his knees in prayer to God, that the grace of God may be made "sufficient for him."

I pray you to cultivate the temper that was in Jesus Christ. Is he like a follower of the Lamb, who is raging like a roaring lion? Is he like a pardoned criminal, who sits moping with a cloud upon his brow? Is he like an heir of Heaven, like a man destined to a crown—who is vexed and fretted with some petty loss? Is he like one in whose bosom the Dove of Heaven is nestling, who is full of all manner of bile and bitterness? Oh, let the same mind be in you that was in Jesus. A kind, gentle, loving temper is one of the most winning features of religion; and by its silent and softening influence, you will do more real service to Christianity than by the loudest professions, or the exhibition of a cold and barren orthodoxy.

Let it appear in you, that it is with the believer under the influence of the Spirit, as with fruit ripened beneath the genial influences of Heaven's dews and sunbeams. At first hard, it grows soft; at first sour, it becomes sweet; at first green, it assumes in time a rich and mellow color; at first adhering tenaciously to the tree, when it becomes ripe, it is ready to drop at the slightest touch.

So with the man who is ripening for Heaven. His affections and temper grow sweet, soft, mellow, loose from earth and earthly things. He comes away readily to the hand of death, and leaves the world without a wrench.
 

In conversion God gives a HEART OF FLESH.

"I will give you a heart of flesh."

Near by a stone, a mass of rock that had fallen from the overhanging crag, which had some wild flowers growing in its fissures, and on its top the foxglove, with its spike of beautiful flowers—we once came upon an adder as it lay in ribbon coil, basking on the sunny ground. At our approach the reptile stirred, uncoiled itself, and raising its venomous head, with eyes like burning coals, it shook its cloven tongue, and, hissing, gave signs of battle. Attacked, it retreated; and, making for that gray stone, wormed itself into a hole in its side. Its nest and home were there. And in looking on that shattered rock—fallen from its primeval elevation—with its flowery but fatal charms, the home and nest of the adder, where nothing grew but poisoned beauty, and nothing dwelt but a poisoned brood—it seemed to us an emblem of that heart which the text describes as a stone, which experience proves is a habitation of devils, and which the prophet pronounces to be desperately wicked.

I have already explained why the heart is described as a stone. It is cold as a stone; hard as a stone; dead and insensible as a stone.

Now, as by the term "flesh" we understand qualities the very opposite of these, I therefore remark that—
 

In conversion a man gets a WARM HEART.

Let us restrict ourselves to a single example. When faith receives the Savior, how does the heart warm to Jesus Christ! There is music in His name. "His name is an ointment poured forth." All the old indifference to His cause, His people, and the interests of His kingdom, has passed away; and now these have the warmest place in a believer's bosom, and are the object of its strongest and tenderest affections.

The only place, alas! that religion has in the hearts of many, is a burial-place; but the believer can say with Paul, "Christ lives in me." Nor is his heart like the cottage of Bethany, favored only with occasional visits. Jesus abides there in the double character of guest and master—its most loving and best loved inhabitant; and there is a difference as great between that heart as it is, and that heart as it was—as between the warm bosom where the Infant slept or smiled in Mary's arms—and the dark, cold sepulcher where weeping followers laid and left the Crucified One.

Is there such a heart in you? Do you appreciate Christ's matchless excellencies? Having cast away every sin to embrace him, do you set him above your chief joy? Would you leave father, mother, wife, children—to follow Him with bleeding feet, over life's roughest path? Rather than part with Him, would you part with a thousand worlds? Were He now on earth, would you leave a throne, to stoop and tie His latchet? If I might so speak, would you be thankful to carry His shoes? Then, indeed, you have got the new, warm heart of flesh.

The new love of Christ, and the old love of the world, may still meet in opposing currents; but in the war and strife of these antagonistic principles, the celestial shall overpower the terrestrial; as, at the river's mouth, I have seen the ocean tide, when it came rolling in with a thousand billows at its back, fill all the channel, carry all before its conquering swell, dam up the fresh water of the land, and drive it back with resistless power.
 

In conversion, a man gets a SOFT HEART.

As "flesh," it is soft and sensitive. It is flesh, and can be wounded or healed. It is flesh, and feels alike the kiss of kindness and the rod of correction. It is flesh, and no longer a stone—hard, obdurate, impenetrable to the congenial influences of Heaven. A hard block of ice, it has yielded to the beams of the sun, and been melted into flowing water.

How are you moved now, stirred now, quickened now, sanctified now—by truths once felt no more than dews falling out of starry heavens, in soft silence upon rugged rock. The heart of grace is endowed with a delicate sensibility, and vibrates to the slightest touch of a Savior's fingers.

How does the truth of God affect it now! A stone no longer, it melts under the heavenly fire—a stone no longer, it bends beneath the hammer of the word; no longer like the rugged rock, on which rains and sunbeams were wasted, it receives the impression of God's power, and retains the footprints of His presence.

Like the flowers that close their eyes at night, but waken at the voice of morning, like the earth that gapes in summer drought—the new heart opens to receive the bounties of grace and the gifts of Heaven. Have you experienced such a change? In proof and evidence of its reality, is David's language yours, "O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water!" Psalm 63:1
 

In conversion, a man gets a LIVING HEART.

The perfection of this life is death—it is dead to be sin, but alive to righteousness, alive to Christ, alive to everything which touches His honor, and crown, and kingdom. With Christ living in his heart, the believer feels that now he is not himself, not his own; and, as another's, the grand object of his life is to live to Christ. He reckons Jesus to be an object worth living for, had he a thousand lives to live. He reckons Jesus to be an object worth dying for, had he a thousand deaths to die. He says with Paul, "I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live."

In the highest sense alive, he is dead—dead to things he was once alive to; and he wishes that he were more dead to them, thoroughly dead. He wishes that he could look on the seductions of the world, and sin's voluptuous charms—with the cold, unmoved stare of death, and that these had no more power to kindle a desire in him than in the icy bosom of a corpse. "Do you understand what you read?"

It is a mark of grace that the believer, in his progress heavenward, grows more and more alive to the claims of Jesus. If you "know the love of Christ," His is the last name you will desire to utter; His is the last thought you will desire to form; upon Him you will fix your last look on earth; upon Him your first in Heaven.

When memory is oblivious of all other objects—when all that attracted the natural eye is enrapt in the mists of death, when the tongue is cleaving to the roof of our mouth, and speech is gone, and sight is gone, and hearing gone, and the right hand, lying powerless by our side, has lost its cunning—Jesus! then may we remember You!

If the shadows of death are to be thrown in deepest darkness on the valley, when we are passing along it to glory, may it be ours to die like that saint, beside whose bed, wife and children once stood, weeping over the wreck of faded faculties, and a blank, departed memory. One had asked him, "Father, do you remember me?" and received no answer; and another, and another, but still no answer. And then, all making way for the venerable companion of a long and loving pilgrimage—the tender partner of many a past joy and sorrow, his wife draws near. She bends over him, and as her tears fall thick upon his face, she cries, "Do you not remember me?" A stare, but it is vacant. There is no soul in that filmy eye; and the seal of death lies upon those lips. The sun is down, and life's brief twilight is darkening fast into a starless night.

At this moment, one calm enough to remember how the love of Christ's spouse is as "strong as death," a love that "many waters can not quench," stooped to his ear, and said, "Do you remember Jesus Christ?" The word was no sooner uttered than it seemed to recall the spirit, hovering for a moment, before it took wing to Heaven. Touched as by an electric influence, the heart beat once more to the name of Jesus; the features, fixed in death, relax; the countenance, dark in death, flushes up like the last gleam of day; and, with a smile in which the soul passed away to glory, he replied, "Remember Jesus Christ! dear Jesus Christ! He is all my salvation, and all my desire!"
 

By conversion, man is ENNOBLED.

While infidelity regards man as a mere animal, to be dissolved at death into ashes and air, and vice changes man into a brute or devil, Mammon enslaves him. She makes him a slave, and condemns him to be a gold digger for life in the mines. She puts her collar on his neck, and locks it; and bending his head to the soil, and bathing his brow in sweat, she says, "Toil, toil, toil!" as if this creature, originally made in the image of God, this dethroned and exiled monarch, to save whom the Son of God descended from the skies, and bled on Calvary—were a living machine, constructed of sinew, bone, and muscle, and made for no higher end than to work to live, and live to work.

Contrast with these the benignant aspect in which the gospel looks on man. Religion descends from Heaven to break our chains. She alone raises me from degradation, and bids me lift my drooping head, and look up to Heaven. Yes; it is that very gospel which by some is supposed to present such dark, degrading, gloomy views of man and his destiny, which lifts me from the dust to set me among princes—on a level with angels—in a sense above them.

To say nothing of the divine nobility grace imparts to a soul which is stamped anew with the likeness and image of God, how sacred and venerable does even this body appear in the eye of piety! No longer a form of animated dust; no longer the subject of passions shared in common with the brutes; no longer the drudge and slave of Mammon—the once "vile body" rises into a temple of the Holy Spirit.

Vile in one sense it may be; yet what, although it is covered with sores? What, although it is clothed in rags! What, although, in unseemly decrepitude, it want its fair proportions? That poor, sickly, shattered form is the casket of a precious jewel. This mean and crumbling tabernacle lodges a guest nobler than palaces may boast of; angels hover around its walls; the Spirit of God dwells within it.

What an incentive to holiness, to purity of life and conduct—lies in the fact that the body of a saint is the temple of God, a truer, nobler temple than that which Solomon dedicated by his prayers, and Jesus consecrated His presence!

In popish cathedrals, where the light streamed through painted windows, and the organ pealed along lofty aisles, and candles gleamed on golden cups and silver crosses, and incense floated in fragrant clouds—we have seen the blinded worshiper uncover his head, drop reverently on his knees, and raise his awestruck eye on the imposing spectacle; we have seen him kiss the marble floor, and knew that sooner would he be smitten dead upon that floor than be guilty of defiling it.

How does this devotee rebuke us! We wonder at his superstition; how may he wonder at our profanity! Can we look on the lowly veneration he expresses for an edifice which has been erected by some dead man's genius, which holds but some image of a deified virgin, or bones of a canonized saint, and which, proudly as it raises its cathedral towers, time shall one day cast to the ground, and bury in the dust; can we, I say, look on that, and, if sensible to rebuke, not feel reproved by the spectacle?

In how much more respect, in how much holier veneration should we hold this body? The shrine of immortality, and a temple dedicated to the Son of God, it is consecrated by the presence of the Spirit—a living temple, over whose porch the eye of piety reads what the finger of inspiration has written: "If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy; for the temple of God is holy, which temple you are."