To Miss M., April 23, 1854.
My dear Miss M—,
Grace be with you, my beloved, and mercy and peace from God our Father, and
our Lord Jesus Christ. I write again to you as a companion in
wilderness-tribulation, to inquire how you are getting on in your travels
from the City of Destruction towards the Mount Zion above. Are you still
compassing the mount which burns with blackness and darkness; from whence
issues a fiery law which makes the convinced sinner tremble, and cry out, "I
am vile!" For "by the law is the knowledge of sin." Have you still the
burden on your back? and are your eyes still blinded, so that you cannot see
Jesus; but only see mountains of guilt rising darkly before you? Are your
transgressions still increasing and accumulating? and the arrows of the
Almighty still sticking fast in you? and does "hope deferred" often make the
poor heart sick? Ah then, surely, you are the tossed with tempest, and not
comforted; whose stones shall be laid with fair colors, and your foundations
with sapphires; (Isa. 54:11) for blessed are they whom the Lord chastens,
and teaches them out of His law. He will in due time have mercy upon these
His desolate, and will comfort His afflicted. He will not always chide,
neither will He keep His anger forever; but will receive graciously, love
freely, and heal through the stripes of His dear Son. (1 Pet. 2:24)
"He who has begun the good work in you," by the north
wind of conviction, will perform it unto the day of Jesus Christ, when the
south wind of His love shall blow softly, and you be filled with joy and
peace in believing. Surely He will bring you on from the terrible Mount of
Condemnation--to the place of the cross; and when looking up, by faith, you
see "One hanging crucified for you," then will your soul dissolve in love;
and you will feelingly understand how the holy Jehovah can be just and yet
justify ungodly you; having had full satisfaction for all your sins in the
person of His Son.
Why, my dear friend, the Prince of Life, the Lord of
glory did not come from heaven to save little sinners—but chief sinners,
lost sinners, helpless sinners, the vilest of sinners--such sinners as poor
Ruth and her trembling friend. He did not come to cleanse from only moderate
guilt—but sins as red as scarlet and crimson; yes, sins as black as hell
does His blood take away. Oh, dishonor Him not by saying you are too bad, or
your case too hard! There are now before the throne, and on the way to it,
those as bad, as hard, as unlikely as ever you can be. What can resist
Omnipotence? He who died for sinners has an omnipotent arm to pluck them
from the burning, and bring them up from the pit, however low they may be
sunk in the mire! This I have proved many a time. May the Holy Spirit
testify of Jesus in your soul, and may that faith spring up which is the
gift of God, so that with another unbelieving one you may cry out, "My Lord
and my God!" Is anything too hard for the Lord? No, verily, He is able from
Gentile sinners, as hard as stones--to raise up children to Abraham. The
more unlikely the material, the greater glory to His name in forming thereof
a vessel fit for His use. Oh that your heart may be encouraged, and that you
may see what honor He will have in forgiving and saving you and I--who owe
Him, not fifty, or five hundred pence—but ten thousand talents! Oh, think
what joy is in heaven over such sinners as we are, when our repentings are
kindled by Him who is exalted to give repentance unto His Israel, and
remission of sins; and think, when we reach the heavenly shores, how those
bright angels who never sinned, will adore Him, while we recount to them the
mighty sum He cancelled for us. Surely, with new ardor, they will cry,
"Worthy is the Lamb!" And we respond, "For He has redeemed us unto God by
His blood!"
Come, my friend, take courage; hate sin and loathe it as
much as you will—but never magnify it above the efficacy and merits of the
death and blood of Jesus. Forget not how great will be his glory in our
salvation, in bringing those who were so very far off "near by the blood" of
His cross. It may be your outward path is rough, and you are still the
subject of thorny trials. Well, be not cast down on this account, for we
know that it is through much tribulation we must enter the kingdom. This
world is not the pilgrim's rest; it is the place of his passage through
which he must journey to a better country; but Divine love will make all
things work together for good. The loftiness of man must be bowed down, and
the haughtiness of man made low, that the Lord alone may be exalted. Seek a
resigned, submissive will; it is the Lord's own gift, and a great lightening
of the outward cross. Murmuring thoughts ill become worms who deserve the
lowest hell; everything on this side hell is more than we deserve. The Lord
grant that mercies may melt us as well as meet us. Oh, for a grateful
spirit! I long to dissolve in thankfulness for the Lord's great benefits to
such an unworthy creature; and I wish you, my dear friend, the same
blessing. Your afflictions are heavy—but you must sing of mercy as well as
judgment, and may your experience be as Psalm 119:50, 67.
Fare you well. To Israel's Shepherd I do not fail to
commend you; though He needs not my poor reminding, for Himself loves you.
Delays are not denials.
With sympathetic love, affectionately I remain your
unworthy friend,
Ruth