Country life -- Fiction; Vicars, Parochial -- England -- Fiction
“Kind friends,—I am very grateful to you for honouring my invitation as
you have done. Permit me to hope that this meeting will be the first of
many, and that from it may grow the yearly custom in this parish of
gathering in love and friendship upon Christmas Eve. When God comes to
man, man looks round for his neighbour. When man departed from God in
the Garden of Eden, the only man in the world ceased to be the friend
of the only woman in the world; and, instead of seeking to bear her
burden, became her accuser to God, in whom he saw only the Judge,
unable to perceive that the Infinite love of the Father had come to
punish him in tenderness and grace. But when God in Jesus comes back to
men, brothers and sisters spread forth their arms to embrace each
other, and so to embrace Him. This is, when He is born again in our
souls. For, dear friends, what we all need is just to become little
children like Him; to cease to be careful about many things, and trust
in Him, seeking only that He should rule, and that we should be made
good like Him. What else is meant by ‘Seek ye first the kingdom of God
and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you?’
Instead of doing so, we seek the things God has promised to look after
for us, and refuse to seek the thing He wants us to seek—a thing that
cannot be given us, except we seek it. We profess to think Jesus the
grandest and most glorious of men, and yet hardly care to be like Him;
and so when we are offered His Spirit, that is, His very nature within
us, for the asking, we will hardly take the trouble to ask for it. But
to-night, at least, let all unkind thoughts, all hard judgments of one
another, all selfish desires after our own way, be put from us, that we
may welcome the Babe into our very bosoms; that when He comes amongst
us—for is He not like a child still, meek and lowly of heart?—He may
not be troubled to find that we are quarrelsome, and selfish, and
unjust.”
I came down from the chair, and Mr Brownrigg being the nearest of my
guests, and wide awake, for he had been standing, and had indeed been
listening to every word according to his ability, I shook hands with
him. And positively there was some meaning in the grasp with which he
returned mine.
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