Gems written at the age of 14

The Hidden Life Gleanings from the journal of Whitmore Winslow written at the age of 14. His journal, which was previously unknown to his family, was found among his papers after his unexpected death, at the age of 21. He died in 1856, and was the son of Octavius Winslow. How frail the thread! How short is time, and what a small portion is allotted to man to prepare for another world! And yet how careless is he of that time! How frail the thread upon which life hangs! A few hours' illness may carry him away into a world of endless happiness or of endless woe! What a vain world it is! What a fallen creature is man! Day by day calls forth more hidden depravity of his heart; and yet his whole affections are set upon the very object which is fostering and encouraging that depravity. His great ambition is to win the approbation of the world; a world that slew the King of kings; a world full of sin and sorrow, the medium by which Satan endeavors to blind the eyes of the children of men. And yet, after all, what a vain world it is! It promises much, but realizes nothing. The more we expect pleasure, the more are we disappointed in it. Oh, what would man be, if instead of seeking the friendship and the love of a dying world, he would seek that of Jehovah! And yet how prone are we to lament when we are frowned upon by the world. If we did not seek its smiles, we would not mind its frowns. But the more we are delighted at the world's praise, the more are we discomforted and made unhappy by its disapprobation. But take the world as a whole; what is it? A speck in the universe; a ball floating in the air, surrounded by other worlds greater and more magnificent than itself. Shall we love the world which hated and scorned, and ultimately slew our loved Redeemer? That ever promising, yet ever deceiving world? How little have appearances to do with realities! The outward show has often the effect of deceiving. Deceit is, indeed, one of the prominent features in man; he deceives others, he deceives himself. The world is truly a false world. And does it not show the depravity of man's heart when after tasting its bitters, feeling its pains, and experiencing its disappointments and sorrows, he should still cling to that ever promising, yet ever deceiving world? Changeable! What a changeable world is this, and what changeable creatures are we! But what a glorious thought that there is a Being who changes not! We chase it like a bubble in the air! What could the Christian do in a poor world like this if he had not Christ for his Friend? Truly is he often seeking other friends, but God will make him know, by sad yet blessed experience, that there is no friend like Jesus; and that while other friends are fickle and changeable, He changes not. Oh that we followed not this poor world as we do! We chase it like a bubble in the air, and with all its apparent beauty, it fades into nothing! But oh, when we taste the preciousness of Jesus, what a heavenly morsel it is! It raises our drooping spirits to contemplate the joy that awaits us in another world, the happiness that is laid up for us above, the glory that will crown the final end of our weary pilgrimage through a dying and unsatisfying world. Pride eats at the root of all happiness! Ah! blessed is he to whom God shows his own weakness and insufficiency to do anything of himself. Deem it not a curse, but a blessing, when God humbles your pride, however severe the discipline may be by which He does it. When He teaches you to lean upon Him alone for support, thank Him for it. Pride eats at the root of all happiness; and a proud spirit God will abase, but the humble spirit He will exalt. Toilsome journey through this weary world I had some sweet sights of Jesus by faith, some feeble glimmerings of the happiness and glory which we shall realize above. It is only these glorious feelings that will solace the Christian in his toilsome journey through this weary world. Come what may, pleasure or pain, happiness or woe, life or death, I am in the hands of the Lord of Creation, the King of kings, and in His keeping no evil will befall me. Surrounded with trouble at almost every step? Today I have been surrounded with trouble at almost every step. But with all this, I can fly to Jesus as my never failing Friend, and He can give me all I need. A bountiful Savior and a needy sinner just suit each other! This precious jewel, where can it be located? Happiness! Where is it to be found? This precious jewel, where can it be located? Is it to be obtained in the world, its pleasures and delights? No! the Christian will answer it cannot! Happiness, if there be such a thing in this world, can only be obtained from Jesus. In His bosom alone can we find repose. I am persuaded that the more the believer has of sanctified sorrow, tribulation, and affliction in this dying world, the more he will have of happiness and glory in the blessed realms above. I feel now as if death would be a welcome messenger to my soul, to waft me from this sinful world to Canaan's joyful shore. Ah! it is a blessed thing to be able to meet death with a beaming countenance and a gladsome heart. There have been times when amid pleasure and enjoyment I have loathed the very thought of death. But when God afflicts a man, then he feels the vanity and deceitfulness of the world; and if he is a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ, he will long to see his Redeemer, and be with Him in the abodes of happiness and light throughout an endless eternity! I'm a poor sinner, and nothing at all, But Jesus Christ is my all in all. All the troubles and afflictions of His people How gracious has the Lord been to me today! His promises, they never fail. They have been indeed my chief support. Oh, to have a simple trust in the Savior! He will not betray your confidence. He is a faithful and just God, merciful and gracious, and ever ready to lend an ear to all the troubles and afflictions of His people. Open all your heart to Jesus, and He will open the fountain of His mercy to you. Afflictions come from God! How soon can God change a man's circumstances! He is elevated today, and is cast down tomorrow. So it is, and so it will be in this changeful world, until we arrive at a better and brighter one, where there will be no sin, and consequently no sorrow. But oh, we should remember, that afflictions come from God! When a Christian neglects prayer, for instance, God places him, perhaps, in a situation of great trial, and he is driven to pray. Or, when a man's affections are set upon the world, God makes that world his greatest enemy (and I feel it to be mine), and he is compelled to make Christ his Friend. Oh, may every afflicted saint of God profit by the trials which God shall see fit to lay upon him! But even in judgment, our heavenly Father will remember mercy. If the world satisfies you? No being knows the trials I have undergone the past week, but Jesus. And as He only knows, so He only can help me through. I have felt such a willingness to die! a feeling that death would be no dreadful thing to me, having a wish to leave this more dreadful world. But painful, yet no less blessed trial has done it all. And oh, may I be able from my heart to thank God for having made the world my enemy, and Christ my Friend! But mark this: if the world does not suit you, you will be sure to have a welcome in heaven. But if the world satisfies you, hell will be the most adapted to receive you. While we sojourn in this world Oh, to realize the happiness in store for us in the next world! If we more anticipated the blissful future, we should not so much mind the miserable present. A few short years will bring the Christian to the end of his pilgrimage, and to the beginning of his eternal rest! But, oh, let us never forget that while we sojourn in this world we have a never failing Friend to whom we can take all our trials and sorrows! God is our guide Oh, that we did but realize that we are the Lord's and the Lord is ours! No harm can befall us which is not for our benefit. And were it not for the corruption within, and our guilty consciences, no evil from without could materially affect us. But may we remember that God is our guide through life, and will be unto death. Decay is inscribed on earth's fairest flower! January, 1851. We have entered upon another year, which, like the preceding ones, will flit quickly by. Solemn thought! We also shall soon pass away, and the place where we dwelt and lived will know us no more. The ravages of time, written in letters too deeply engraved to be erased, are stamped upon everything mortal. Decay is inscribed on earth's fairest flower! Oh, how solemn is the reflection! Our short period of existence here on earth should be taken up with preparation for another and a better world. And yet poor, blind, fallen man seldom gives the question a moment's consideration, while his whole thoughts are absorbed in obtaining that which, even while he seizes it, crumbles in his grasp. I feel this with regard to myself; and oh, that I always may have a keen perception of it! The least prosperity or participation in happiness, as the world terms it, sets me mad after chasing the poor baubles, as if I had never known their deceitfulness and insufficiency. Does not this show the fallen nature of man in a glaring light? 'I know the right, and yet the wrong pursue.' Ah, have you cause to mourn over sin? Do you see that in you which is hateful to yourself, and which causes you sorrow? Then thank God for it, as the most decided proof that He has planted within you the germs of a being that shall one day burst the bonds of natural corruption, and with all the beauty and purity of the God who created it, start forth a glittering gem, forever to shine in the crown of the Redeemer. But what is the sequel? Truly it becomes a Christian to be always happy. What reason has he to be otherwise, when every step of his journey, every incident, however minute, that occurs in his pilgrimage through life, is ordered and ordained by his heavenly Father, his loving Savior, his best Friend? True it is that he has often more care, more affliction, than the worldling has; while the worldling prospers in his way, the believer is often bowed down with care and trouble, scarcely able to struggle through life. But what is the sequel? The ungodly enjoy the pleasures and wealth of this world, only to realize more bitterly their loss in the world to come; while the Christian sees the worst side of this world, and tastes more of its bitters, only to enhance the happiness of a better world, where he will enjoy the sweetest bliss. But even in the deepest afflictions the believer in Christ has cause to be happy, if he can but realize the truth that the All seeing Jehovah, who framed and created out of nothing the vast universe, and who guides its great machinery, has ordered that event for his essential good. Love so undeserved, so great, so free! Oh, what a loving Father He must be! Ah, yes! that love so undeserved, so great, so free, gave from His own loving bosom His only beloved Son a sacrifice for man, when every heart rankled with hatred to God. Are there no choice beings who reap the fruits of their Redeemer's love? Yes! God has a chosen church, and for them the blood of Jesus was shed, to redeem them from the curse and to bring them to heaven! I am utterly helpless! I have been led to feel that in myself I am utterly helpless. God has made me to see that all my hard studying, and all my talents, abilities, and boasted knowledge, will be of no avail to me in this crisis, if He withholds His blessing. I have been led to leave the outcome of it all in God's hands, and to feel that He will do all for the

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Gems written at the age of 14

Whitmore Winslow

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