Should I have said aught? I do not know - who am I to speak against the argument? I am in no place to object, lest I stir up strife. Lest I find myself an hypocrite.
I wish an angel would fly bearing a live coal from the altar before the Lord, to place it on my tongue. Then not only shall I have courage and coherency to speak, but I will be purged from sin. Then shall I be able to say the truth: better than I myself presume to know.
Alas! Why are we all so distracted? I do not exclude myself. The devil is the Father of Lies, and he is always trying to cause people to look away from the face of Jesus. So here we are, thinking we can work out the best way to handle sin, when we should be beholding Christ's glory.. and when His glory is reflected off us, we will look for ways to glorify Him. That principle will guide us even in figuring out what to do with the impact of sins.
How is it that I cannot remain faithful to the paths God has set in my heart? I am so distracted by the mundane, the vain, and the impure. How do I keep believing that God's grace is sufficient for me, and that His strength is manifested in my weakness? My heart is cold, and I fear that knowledge will puff me up. Lord, help this worm.
I wish an angel would fly bearing a live coal from the altar before the Lord, to place it on my tongue. Then not only shall I have courage and coherency to speak, but I will be purged from sin. Then shall I be able to say the truth: better than I myself presume to know.
Alas! Why are we all so distracted? I do not exclude myself. The devil is the Father of Lies, and he is always trying to cause people to look away from the face of Jesus. So here we are, thinking we can work out the best way to handle sin, when we should be beholding Christ's glory.. and when His glory is reflected off us, we will look for ways to glorify Him. That principle will guide us even in figuring out what to do with the impact of sins.
How is it that I cannot remain faithful to the paths God has set in my heart? I am so distracted by the mundane, the vain, and the impure. How do I keep believing that God's grace is sufficient for me, and that His strength is manifested in my weakness? My heart is cold, and I fear that knowledge will puff me up. Lord, help this worm.
