Goodwill said all that in order to direct and to comfort the pilgrim; but
that was not all that this good man said with that end. For, when
Christian asked him if he could not help him off with his burden that was
upon his back, he told him: 'As to thy burden, be content to bear it
until thou comest to the place of deliverance, for there it will fall
from thy back of itself.' Get you into the straight and narrow way, says
Goodwill, with his much experience of the ways and fortunes of true
pilgrims; get you sure into the right way, and leave your burden to God.
He appoints the place of deliverance, and it lies before thee. The place
of thy deliverance cannot be behind thee, and it is not in my house, else
thy burden would have been already off. But it is before thee. Be
earnest, therefore, in the way. Look not behind thee. Go not into any
crooked way; and one day, before you know, and when you are not pulling
at it, your burden will fall off of itself. Be content to bear it till
then, says bold and honest Goodwill, speaking so true to pilgrim
experience. Yes; be content, O ye people of God, crying with this
pilgrim for release from your burden of guilt, and no less those of you
who are calling with Paul for release from the still more bitter and
crushing burden made up of combined guilt and corruption. Be content
till the place and the time of deliverance; nay, even under your burden
and your bonds be glad, as Paul was, and go up the narrow way, still
chanting to yourself, I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. It is
only becoming that a great sinner should tarry the Lord's leisure; all
the more that the greatest sinner may be sure the Lord will come, and
will not tarry. The time is long, but the thing is sure.
And now two lessons from Goodwill's gate:--
1. The gate was shut when Christian came up to it, and no one was
visible anywhere about it. The only thing visible was the writing over
the gate which told all pilgrims to knock. Now, when we come up to the
same gate we are disappointed and discouraged that the gatekeeper is not
standing already upon his doorstep and his arms round our neck. We knelt
to-day in secret prayer, and there was only our bed or our chair visible
before us. There was no human being, much less to all appearance any
Divine Presence, in the place. And we prayed a short, indeed, but a not
unearnest prayer, and then we rose up and came away disappointed because
no one appeared. But look at him who is now inheriting the promises. He
knocked, says his history, more than once or twice. That is to say, he
did not content himself with praying one or two seconds and then giving
over, but he continued in prayer till the gatekeeper came. And as he
knocked, he said, so loud and so impatient that all those in the
gatehouse could hear him,
'May I now enter here? Will he within
Open to sorry me, though I have been
A wandering rebel? Then shall I
Not fail to sing his lasting praise on high.'
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