As there are stars in the sparkling skies of heaven of
different magnitudes and glory—so there are saints of different stations in
the church of God. Some like stars of the first magnitude, point out the way
to bliss; while others, like stars of a second, third, and fourth magnitude,
sparkle with an upright walk, and heavenly conversation, and condemn a
wicked world. All these glorify God, as it were, in an active manner.
But there is another class of his precious ones, who
glorify God only in a passive manner, compared to others. These are the
secret, private, and retired Christians; who, like the stars that lie
concealed in the amazing voids of space, and never strike the naked eye, nor
seem connected with our system, are only known to God. But as the glory of
God's creating hand, though less visible to us, is as really displayed among
those stars that he has stationed so sublime, as among those which he has
dropped nearer to our earth—so he is glorified by the private, as well as
the public Christian. The resignation of the one to the divine disposal may
be as acceptable to God, as the more active labors of the other. How is God
satisfied, so to speak, to see his creature wholly at his command; his will
molded into the will of the Most High; his desires measured by Heaven's
distribution of mercies, and his ambition only to be like God. Here the
whole man, with his whole concerns, are wholly devoted to God. Here
rebel-thoughts are slain, and the unknown saint only waits the will of
God—to submit to fully, freely, and without reserve. Such a heart God dwells
in, and such a soul is his throne.
Nothing pleases God better, than when all he does pleases
his people. Thus the soul ripens fur glory, and a sacred correspondence is
carried on between the heart and heaven. The man casts himself and all his
concerns, onto the undisputed will of him who cannot err. Nothing can go
wrong with the man, because divine wisdom orders all for him. Yes, what he
thinks hard in itself, if he has no sinful hand in it, he embraces and
submits to, because of him who sends it. He sounds God's praise loudest—who
is silent before God. While the profession of some is blazing, the
love of the submissive soul is burning. While others march heavenward in
the broad day, and before the wide world; this is a walk within doors, in
his own house at home. Of all things, grace grows best in retirement,
and, like Jacob, when left alone, he wrestles with the angel of the
covenant, for blessings to himself, his family, the church, and the whole
world. He is not less holy, because no human eye is on him—but keeps clean
hands, from a clean heart. He is not like the painted hypocrite; who must be
religious for reputation's sake. He has his conversation in heaven, and his
communion with the Most High. Happy is he in his life, happy at his
death—for he lives with God, dies in the Lord, and goes to be forever with
the Lord!