The Wesleyan Methodist Pulpit in Malvern: Sermons Preached at the Opening Services of the Wesleyan Methodist Chapel, in 1866 — John Shaqi
The Wesleyan Methodist Pulpit in Malvern: Sermons Preached at the Opening Services of the Wesleyan Methodist Chapel, in 1866Punshon, William Morley
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The Wesleyan Methodist Pulpit in Malvern: Sermons Preached at the Opening Services of the Wesleyan Methodist Chapel, in 1866
Punshon, William Morley
Methodist Church -- Sermons
"For seasons" as well as for signs. The Lord might easily have
established our lifetime under a different economy; might have given us
one perpetual summer, or a perpetual spring, or a uniform co-existence of
all the seasons, the fruits being sown, ripening and reaped
simultaneously. But not so. He has settled two things so clearly that
none, even the most sordid worm that ever wriggled under the clay,
showing himself above it as little as possible, can help seeing them.
First a fixed order that nothing can change and that proclaims one Lord,
one will, one dominion, one plan. The seasons come in regular
succession. Every man living knows when the summer is gone that winter
is coming. That will not and cannot be changed. Were the whole world to
conspire in one effort that spring should come next it would be
unavailing. The winter is coming. But with this fixed order is
established perpetual change, variety, mutability, so that although we
know the season that is coming we know not what kind of a season it shall
be, and all our temporal interests hang upon that question. When the
merchant has got his stock, when the man of pleasure has fixed for his
party, when the General has planned his campaign, when the Admiral has
laid down the arrangements for the battle, when the grand politician has
perfected the plot for a new crisis of the world, what must they do? Not
look to what the earth but what the heaven will do. Everything depends
upon that. They cannot decide the market price even of hard sovereigns,
they cannot foretell the value of their wheat, they cannot determine the
life and health of their soldiers or the hours and effect of movements
independent of that one consideration, what will the heavens do? Three
days rain will change a whole campaign or a harvest. By the arrangement
of the seasons we are constantly kept at the door of Divine mercy,
begging "Give us this day our daily bread." That eternal voice preaching
through all our temporal interests is to us the solemn, never-ceasing
protest against worldliness, earthliness, vanity, living for time, living
for the body; and, above all, against every impure or ungodly method of
attempting to secure our temporal aims.
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