The Great Commission. Miscellaneous Writings of C. H. Mackintosh, vol. IVMackintosh, Charles Henry
Religion
The Great Commission. Miscellaneous Writings of C. H. Mackintosh, vol. IV
Mackintosh, Charles Henry
Theology
Here, then, we have both peace and power--peace for the conscience,
and power over the affections. It is when the conscience finds sweet
repose in the blood that the emancipated affections can go forth and
find their full play around the person of Jesus. And oh, what tongue
can tell, what pen unfold, the mighty moral results of gazing upon
Christ? "But we all, with open face, beholding as in a glass the
glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image, from glory to
glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord" (2 Cor. iii. 18). Observe,
"_Beholding ... are changed_." There is no legal bondage--no restless
effort--no anxious toiling. We gaze, and gaze, and--what then?
Continue to gaze, and as we gaze we become morally assimilated to the
blessed Object, through the transforming power of the Holy Ghost. The
image of Christ is engraved upon the heart, and reflected back in ten
thousand ways in our practical career, from day to day.
Reader, remember, this is the only true idea of Christianity. It is
one thing to be a religious man, it is quite another to be a
Christian. Paul was a religious man before his conversion; but he was
a Christian afterwards. It is well to see this. There is plenty of
religion in the world, but, alas, how little Christianity! And why?
Simply because Christ is not known, not loved, not cared for, not
sought after. And even where His work is looked to for salvation--where
His blood is trusted for pardon and peace--how little is known or
thought of Himself! We are ready enough to take salvation through the
death of Jesus, but oh, beloved reader, how far off do we keep from
His blessed Person! How little does He get His true place in our
hearts! This is a serious loss. Indeed, we cannot but believe that the
pale, flickering light of modern profession is the fruit of habitual
distance from Christ, the central sun of Christianity. How can there
possibly be light, heat, or fruitfulness, if we wander amid the gloomy
vaults and dark tunnels of this world's pleasures, its politics, or
its religion? It is vain to expect it. And even where we make
salvation our object--when we are occupied with our spiritual
condition, feeding upon our experiences and looking after our frames
and feelings--we must become weak and low, inasmuch as these things
are certainly not Christ.
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