Grace Gems for NOVEMBER 2004
A little drop of purity in the midst of impurity
(Letters of J. C. Philpot)
How mysterious is the life of God in the soul.
It seems like a little drop of purity in the midst
of impurity.
We shall always find sin to be our worst enemy,
and self our greatest foe. We need not fear
anything but sin--nothing else can do us any
real injury. Though the Lord in tender mercy
forgives His erring wandering children, yet He
makes them all deeply feel that indeed it is
an evil and a bitter thing to sin against Him.
If Mr. Pride gets a wound in the head
(Letters of J. C. Philpot)
"Some are preaching out of jealousy and rivalry.
But others preach about Christ with pure motives."
Philip. 1:15
I hope I can rejoice in the Lord's blessing the labors
of other good men. It is indeed a sad spirit when
ministers are jealous of each other, and would
rather cavil and find fault with each other, instead
of desiring that the blessing of God might rest
upon them and their labors. Oh that miserable
spirit of detraction and envy, which would gladly
pull others down, that we might stand as it were,
a little higher upon their bodies! Where is there any . . .
true humility of mind,
simplicity of spirit,
brotherly love, or
an eye to God's glory,
when this wretched spirit is indulged?
If Mr. Pride gets a wound in the head, it will
not be the worse for the grace of humility.
Our greatest enemy
(Letters of J. C. Philpot)
I am more afraid of myself--my lusts and passions,
and strong and horrible corruptions--than of anybody
in the whole world.
SELF is and ever will be our greatest enemy. And
all our enemies would be as weak as water against
us, were we not such vile wretches in ourselves.
Sin's sweetness and smiles
(Henry Law, "The Burnt Offering")
Sin's sweetness tempts by its flattering
baits. But bitterness ensues.
It shows enticements in its front.
It seems to call to rich delights.
It promises a honied feast.
But ah! the juice is gall.
The dregs are wormwood.
Sin's smiles end in hell pains!
Poor worldlings snatch at miscalled
pleasure's husk. They eat, and fret,
and pine, and perish!
The sure conclusion of a godless life!
(Henry Law, "Deuteronomy" 1858)
"They always heap up their sins to the limit!
The wrath of God has come upon them at last!"
1 Thes. 2:16
All men are born spiritually dead.
SIN entered with murderous hand.
It planted deep its dagger in the heart.
Knowledge of God,
love of His name,
delight in holy communion,
sweet fellowship with heaven,
the happy worship of unsullied praise,
the blissful gaze on the Creator's smile,
and all the circle of pure joy--
were buried in a deep grave.
The soul became . . .
a total wreck,
a withered tree,
a dried up stream,
a wilderness of weeds,
a starless night,
a chaos of beclouded thought,
a rebel's camp,
the shattered home of misery,
the region in which death reigned.
The eyes were dim and saw not God.
The face was turned away.
Each step led downward.
The hands were lifted in defiance.
The mouth was opened to blaspheme.
Man was a dying body holding a dead soul.
He moved as an unmixed evil--as a sin-spreading pest.
All this is sad--but there are sadder things yet!
This is tremendous woe--but deeper woe comes on!
This is dark night--but darker shades will deepen yet.
This is full wretchedness--but still
the cup may hold more drops.
This fleeting scene must end!
The earthly home must be left!
DEATH comes!
It drives poor sinners to their final home.
And what is that?
Reader, shrink not!
Withdraw the darksome veil.
Look down into the dread abode.
Ponder the lost in their low cells.
HELL is their everlasting doom!
Think not, that hell is the mere phantom of
brain-sick thought. It is no fable fondly framed
to scare weak minds.
It is a dreadful reality!
It is a gigantic certainty!
It is the sure conclusion of a godless life!
It is the gulf, to which transgressing
streams rush hopelessly.
And it is not far away!
It gapes before the feet!
Another step may plunge the ruined into this abyss!
But hearken! There is a Savior, who delivers from
this death. There is a friend, who bestows heavenly
life. Jesus appears, and on the cross endures the
death, and by His righteousness brings in new life.
"Jesus, who rescues us from the coming wrath!"
1 Thes. 1:10
The muddy waters of this world
(Favell Lee Mortimer, "Family Devotions")
"Everyone who drinks this water will thirst
again." John 4:13
There is a defect in all earthly pleasures and
comforts--they seem to satisfy us for a little
while, but soon the tormenting thirst returns.
Have we not often experienced the truth of this?
We have partaken of some pleasure, and have felt
satisfied--but O how short was our satisfaction! We
soon become restless and uneasy again.
Thus we continue to thirst until we are made
partakers of the Holy Spirit--then we feel satisfied.
Then we find within ourselves a source of happiness.
What is this source of never-failing delight? It is the
sense of pardoned sin, of God's love in Christ, the
hope of heaven, and of meeting our Redeemer there.
Have you not heard of people racked with pain, who
yet enjoyed a peace that passes all understanding?
Perhaps you have seen such people, and have wondered
at their case. Behold the mystery explained! They drank,
indeed, of no stream of earthly comforts, but there was
in them a well of water springing up that never could be
exhausted, and therefore they did not thirst after the
muddy waters of this world.
"Please, sir give me some of that water! Then
I'll never be thirsty again!" John 4:15
A self-pleasing, self-indulging, worldly-minded people.