Church of England -- Sermons; Sermons, English -- 19th century
honour is, that thou art my Father, and lovest me; and dost not afflict
any man willingly, or grieve the children of men out of passion or out of
spite; and that thou willest not that I should be damned, nor any man;
but willest have all men saved, and come to the knowledge of the truth.
SERMON XII.
TRUE REPENTANCE.
EZEKIEL xviii. 27.
When the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness which he hath
committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save
his soul alive.
WE hear a great deal about repentance, and how necessary it is for a man
to repent of his sins; for unless a man repent, he cannot be forgiven.
But do we all of us really know what repentance means?
I sometimes fear not. I sometimes fear, that though this text stands at
the opening of the Church service, and though people hear it as often as
any text in the whole Bible, yet they have not really learnt the lesson
which God sends them by it.
What, then, does repentance mean?
‘Being sorry for what we have done wrong,’ say some.
But is that all? I suppose there are few wicked things done upon earth,
for which the doers of them are not sorry, sooner or later. A man does a
wrong thing, and his conscience pricks him, and makes him uneasy, and he
says in his heart, ‘I wish after all I had left that alone.’ But the
next time he is tempted to do the same thing, he does it, and is ashamed
of himself afterwards again: but that is not repentance. I suppose that
there have been few murders committed in the world, after which sooner or
later the murderer did not say in his heart—‘Ah, that that man were alive
and well again!’ But that is not repentance.
For aught I can tell, the very devil is sorry for his sin;—discontented,
angry with himself, ashamed of himself for being a devil. He may be so
to all eternity, and yet never repent. For the dark uneasy feeling which
comes over every man sooner or later, after doing wrong, is not
repentance; it is remorse; the most horrible and miserable of all
feelings, when it comes upon a man in its full strength; the feeling of
hating oneself, being at war with oneself, and with all the world, and
with God who made it.
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