Unspoken Sermons, Series I., II., and III.MacDonald, George
Religion
Unspoken Sermons, Series I., II., and III.
MacDonald, George
Sermons, English -- 19th century
And the light would grow and grow across the awful gulf between the
soul and its haven--its repentance--for repentance is the first
pressure of the bosom of God; and in the twilight, struggling and
faint, the man would feel, faint as the twilight, another thought
beside his, another thinking Something nigh his dreary self--perhaps
the man he had most wronged, most hated, most despised--and would be
glad that some one, whoever, was near him: the man he had most injured,
and was most ashamed to meet, would be a refuge from himself--oh, how
welcome!
So might I imagine a thousand steps up from the darkness, each a little
less dark, a little nearer the light--but, ah, the weary way! He cannot
come out until he have paid the uttermost farthing! Repentance once
begun, however, may grow more and more rapid! If God once get a willing
hold, if with but one finger he touch the man's self, swift as
possibility will he draw him from the darkness into the light. For that
for which the forlorn, self-ruined wretch was made, was to be a child
of God, a partaker of the divine nature, an heir of God and joint heir
with Christ. Out of the abyss into which he cast himself, refusing to
be the heir of God, he must rise and be raised. To the heart of God,
the one and only goal of the human race--the refuge and home of all and
each, he must set out and go, or the last glimmer of humanity will die
from him. Whoever will live must cease to be a slave and become a child
of God. There is no half-way house of rest, where ungodliness may be
dallied with, nor prove quite fatal. Be they few or many cast into such
prison as I have endeavoured to imagine, there can be no deliverance
for human soul, whether in that prison or out of it, but in paying the
last farthing, in becoming lowly, penitent, self-refusing--so receiving
the sonship, and learning to cry, _Father_!
ABBA, FATHER!
'_--the spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father._'-ROMANS
viii. 15.
The hardest, gladdest thing in the world is, to cry _Father_! from a
full heart. I would help whom I may to call thus upon the Father.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account