Around the Wicket Gate: or, a friendly talk with seekers concerning faith in the Lord Jesus ChristSpurgeon, C. H. (Charles Haddon)
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Around the Wicket Gate: or, a friendly talk with seekers concerning faith in the Lord Jesus Christ
Spurgeon, C. H. (Charles Haddon)
Christian life; Faith; Salvation
Have you never heard of the man who lost his way one night, and came
to the edge of a precipice, as he thought, and in his own apprehension
fell over the cliff? He clutched at an old tree, and there hung,
clinging to his frail support with all his might. He felt persuaded
that, should he quit his hold, he would be dashed in pieces on some
awful rocks that waited for him down below. There he hung, with the
sweat upon his brow, and anguish in every limb. He passed into a
desperate state of fever and faintness, and at last his hands could
hold up his body no longer. He relaxed his grasp! He dropped from his
support! He fell--about a foot or so, and was received upon a soft
mossy bank, whereon he lay, altogether unhurt, and perfectly safe till
morning. Thus, in the darkness of their ignorance, many think that
sure destruction awaits them, if they confess their sin, quit all hope
in self, and resign themselves into the hands of God. They are afraid
to quit the hope to which they ignorantly cling. It is an idle fear.
Give up your hold upon everything but Christ, and drop. Drop from
all trust in your works, or prayers, or feelings. Drop at once! Drop
now! Soft and safe shall be the bank that receives you. Jesus Christ,
in his love, in the efficacy of his precious blood, in his perfect
righteousness, will give you immediate rest and peace. Cease from
self-confidence. Fall into the arms of Jesus. This is the major part
of faith--giving up every other hold, and simply falling upon Christ.
There is no reason for fear: only ignorance causes your dread of that
which will be your eternal safety. The death of carnal hope is the life
of faith, and the life of faith is life everlasting. Let self die,
that Christ may live in you.
But the mischief is that, to the one act of faith in Jesus, we cannot
bring men. They will adopt any expedient sooner than have done with
self. They fight shy of believing, and fear faith as if it were a
monster. O foolish tremblers, who has bewitched you? You fear that
which would be the death of all your fear, and the beginning of your
joy. Why will you perish through perversely preferring other ways to
God's own appointed plan of salvation?
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