Plain Parochial Sermons, preached in the Parish Church of Bolton-le-MoorsSlade, James
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Plain Parochial Sermons, preached in the Parish Church of Bolton-le-Moors
Slade, James
Episcopal Church -- Sermons; Sermons, English -- 19th century
“When the king came in—he saw there a man who had not on a wedding
garment. And he said unto him, friend, how earnest thou in hither, not
having a wedding garment?” The man could not pretend to offer an excuse:
he knew the rules of the feast, and had wantonly neglected them; he was,
like many other ungrateful people, regaling himself upon a benefactor’s
bounty, but shewed him no respect or regard: being therefore
self-condemned, “he was speechless.” Thus will it be with every
negligent and disobedient Christian, when the Lord comes to make enquiry
into his character: to justify himself, he will feel to be impossible;
thoroughly has he known his Lord’s will, and full often has his
conscience reproved him for not performing it: there will be nothing left
for him, but unavailing sorrow and speechless remorse.
“Then said the king to the servants, bind him hand and foot; and take him
away, and cast him into outer darkness, there shall be weeping and
gnashing of teeth.” Cast him, from the lighted chamber, to the darkness
of the night without, where he shall bitterly regret the pleasures he has
so foolishly lost. Sad emblem of that state, whose sadness can be known,
here upon earth, only by emblematical representation, only by such
figures as “outer darkness,” as the “worm that never dies,” and “the fire
that never shall be quenched;” a darkness of mind, in the utter regions
of despair, without a ray from heaven to cheer it; the worm of anguish
preying upon the soul; and a fire burning, whether without or within, or
both; raging yet not consuming. God grant, that we may hear only of this
wretched state “by, the hearing of the ear;” that our eyes may never
behold it; that none of us may be consigned to this abode of unredeemed
and unredeemable misery: and, that we never may, let us “walk worthy of
our vocation;” of the Lord of that heavenly feast, of which we are
professing to partake. Put on, my brethren, the wedding garment of the
gospel; put it on, or intrude not into the presence-chamber of your Lord;
dread the doom of the hypocrite and the despiser; pretend not to partake
of the heavenly feast, to expect any of the blessings of the gospel,
unless ye consent and seek to be clothed with the raiment provided by
your King; with all those christian graces and virtues, which He will
enable you to obtain.
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