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Through Baca’s Vale

July 21

Vandaag

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“So then it is not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth, but of God that sheweth mercy.”
Romans 9:16

He that is not interested in the eternal election of God the Father, in the atoning blood and justifying righteousness of God the Son, in the work and witness of God the Holy Spirit, whatever be his name, sect, denomination or profession; whatever be his outward conduct, the doctrines he professes, or the creed to which he signs his name, he will die as Esau died, as Balaam died, as Saul died, as Judas and Ahithophel died. He will never see the King in His beauty; never see the land afar off; never see the new Jerusalem, nor the blood of sprinkling, “that speaks better things than the blood of Abel.”

But every living soul that has been feelingly taught his lost condition, that has known something of a resting-place in Christ, that has turned his back upon the world and the professing church, and gone weeping Zionward, in whose heart God the Holy Spirit has implanted those solemn desires, and (if I may use the expression) those solemn determinations under the divine teaching, not a determination of free will, but the inward determination of grace strengthened to it by the Spirit of God, “to join himself to the Lord in a perpetual covenant never to be forgotten”—that he may live in Jesus and die in Jesus, live out of Jesus and unto Jesus, that he may feel His power, taste His love, know His blood, rejoice in His grace; every such soul shall, like Israel of old, be borne safely through this waste-howling wilderness, shall be carried through this valley of tears, and taken to enjoy eternal bliss and glory in the presence of Him Whom to see as He is, constitutes the blessedness of the redeemed.

Every such poor, exercised, tempted soul shall be brought into a personal enjoyment of Christ below and of Christ above, so as to enjoy a foretaste of heaven here, and hereafter to bathe in the ocean of endless bliss.

To the reader…

What solemnity lies in these words! It is not of him that wills, nor of him that runs, but of God that shows mercy. No name, no outward conduct, and no profession can save a soul that has no part in the blood and righteousness of the Son of God. But if you are a poor soul that has learned to know its lost condition, that goes weeping Zionward and whose heart longs to be joined to the Lord, then that is no work of your free will, but of His mercy.

Do not let the waste-howling wilderness discourage you, then. He Who taught you to sigh will also carry you safely through it, as He did Israel of old. Here you sometimes taste a foretaste of heaven, when His love and His blood become precious to you; one day you will see Him as He is. Is that not enough to make you cleave to the Lord, in life and in death?

With warm regards,
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