ALL OF "GRACE GEMS" FROM JULY 2004 IN ONE FILE
That hideous idol SELF in his little shrine
(J. C. Philpot, "Israel's Departure and Return" 1849)
Never again will we say any more to the work
of our hands—"You are our gods!" Hosea 14:3
The besetting sin of Israel was the worship of idols.
Perhaps, if you have walked into the British Museum,
and seen the idols that were worshiped in former days
in the South Sea Islands, you have been amazed that
rational beings could ever bow down before such ugly
monsters.
But does the heart of a South Sea Islander differ from
the heart of an Englishman? Not a bit! The latter may
have more civilization and cultivation—but his heart
is the same! And though you have not bowed down to
these monstrous objects and hideous figures—there
may be as filthy an idol in your heart! Where is
there a filthier idol than the lusts and passions of
man's fallen nature?
You need not go to the British Museum to see
filthy idols and painted images. Look within!
Where is there a more groveling idol than Mammon,
and the covetousness of our heart? You need not
wonder at heathens worshiping hideous idols—when
you have pride, covetousness, and above all that
hideous idol SELF in his little shrine, hiding himself
from the eyes of man—but to which you are so often
rendering your daily and hourly worship!
If a person does not see that the root of all
idolatry is SELF, he knows but little of his heart.
They amass its gilded baubles
(Henry Law, "Psalms")
Unbelievers are of the earth, and earthly!
They seek no portion beyond this sin-soiled world!
They glean abundance of its worthless husks!
They feast on its unsubstantial pleasures!
They amass its gilded baubles, and leave
their hoarded treasures to their children!
"And this world is fading away, along
with everything it craves." 1 John 2:17
A subtle enemy!
(Thomas Reade, "On Indwelling Sin")
"I hate pride and arrogance." Proverbs 8:13
Pride is a subtle enemy.
Pride spoils all that we think, and speak, and do.
Pride is the last sin which dies, and expires only with
the life of the believer. Through his whole pilgrimage
he has to contend against spiritual pride, in all its
specious and multiplied forms.
Self love,
self seeking,
self will,
self confidence,
self righteousness,
all spring from pride!
Pride is a root of bitterness, out of which
the following vices profusely grow . . .
vainglory,
love of human applause,
seeking of honor,
independence,
rebellion,
revenge,
anger,
contempt of others,
resentment,
ambition,
presumption.
There is no end to this extensive evil,
which infects the hearts of men, and
fills the earth with misery and blood.
Such a perpetual and unceasing conflict?
(Philpot, "The Groaning Captive's Deliverance" 1847)
"I do not understand what I do! For what I want
to do I do not do; but what I hate I do. I know
that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful
nature. For I have the desire to do what is good,
but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the
good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do
—this I keep on doing. So I find this law at work:
When I want to do good, evil is right there with
me. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue
me from this body of death?" Rom. 7:15,18,19,21,24
What a picture of that which passes in a godly
man's bosom! He has in him two distinct
principles, two different natures—one . . .
holy,
heavenly,
spiritual,
panting after the Lord, and
finding the things of God its element.
And yet in the same bosom a principle . . .
totally corrupt,
thoroughly and entirely depraved,
perpetually striving against the holy principle within,
continually lusting after evil,
opposed to every leading of the Spirit in the soul,
and seeking to gratify its filthy desires at any cost!
Now, must there not be a feeling of misery in a man's
bosom to have these two armies perpetually fighting?
That when he desires to do good, evil is present with
him—when he would be holy, heavenly minded, tender
hearted, loving, seeking God's glory, enjoying sweet
communion with Jehovah—there is a base, sensual,
earthly heart perpetually at work—infusing its baneful
poison into every thought, counteracting every desire,
and dragging him from the heaven to which he would
mount, down to the very hell of carnality and filth?
There is a holy, heavenly principle in a man's bosom
that knows, fears, loves, and delights in God. Yet he
finds that sin in himself, which is altogether opposed to
the mind of Christ, and lusts after that which he hates.
Must there not be sorrow and grief in that man's bosom
to feel such a perpetual and unceasing conflict?
Is there ever this piteous cry forced by guilt, shame,
and sorrow out of your bosom, "O wretched man that
I am!" If not, be assured that you are dead in sin, or
dead in a profession.
If God restrained us not
(John Arrowsmith)
There is no affliction so small, but we would
sink under it—if God upheld us not. And there
is no sin so great, but we would commit it—if
God restrained us not.
"Hold me up, and I shall be safe!" Ps. 119:117
But who is our greatest enemy?
(J. C. Philpot, "The Conqueror's Inheritance" 1845)
The pride of our heart,
the presumption of our heart,
the hypocrisy of our heart,
the intense selfishness of our heart,
are often hidden from us.
This wily devil, self, can wear such
masks and assume such forms.
This serpent, self, can so creep and crawl,
can so twist and turn, and can disguise
itself under such false appearances,
that it is often hidden from ourselves.
Who is the greatest enemy we have to fear?
We all have our enemies.
But who is our greatest enemy?
He who you carry in your own bosom—your daily,
hourly, and ever-present companion, that entwines
himself in nearly every thought of your heart—that . . .
sometimes puffs up with pride,
sometimes inflames with lust,
sometimes inflates with presumption, and
sometimes works under feigned humility and fleshly holiness.
God is determined to stain the pride of human
glory. He will never let self (which is but another
word for the creature) wear the crown of victory.
It must be crucified, denied, and mortified.
Now this self must be overcome. The way to
overcome self is by looking out of self to Him
who was crucified upon Calvary's tree—to receive
His image into your heart—to be clothed with His
likeness—to drink into His spirit—and "receive out
of His fullness grace for grace."
Glad for crumbs of mercy
(Anne Dutton's Letters on Spiritual Subjects)
Never was a poor sinner more unworthy of favor
from God or His people than myself. I deserve not
a name and a place among God's children, but am
as vile as a dog, and would be glad for crumbs of
mercy that fall from the children's table. But such
is the free grace of God towards me, through the
slain Lamb, that He deals with me as a child—a
dear child—and feasts me as a prince with Him
according to the royalty, the dignity of His own
infinite state.
If salvation in all its parts were not all of grace, it
would not suit such a wretched, miserable sinner as
I am. But oh, blessed be God, there is salvation to
be had of the freest grace—of grace in which there