Evening Thoughts

By Octavius Winslow

This companion to Morning Thoughts will engage and comfort the believer as they end their day. This book provides a detailed exposition of portions of a Scripture text and applies them to the reader. The selections are deep, heart-warming, and inspirational—just what is needed to promote a Christ-centered ending to each day. This daily devotional engages the heart as it transforms the will and sure-footedly guides us in the good fight of faith on the way to glory. - Joel R. Beeke

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reformation Heritage Books
• Release date: Jul 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9781892777454

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EVENING THOUGHTS

Daily Walking with God

Octavius Winslow

Edited by Joel R. Beeke and Kate DeVries

I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.

—Psalm 4:8

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FOREWORD

With great pleasure, we offer the promised second volume of Octavius Winslow’s devotions, titled Evening Thoughts. These thoughts were selected by Winslow himself from his writings. Unlike other daily devotionals, such as William Jay’s, these daily portions elucidate only one or two thoughts from the day’s text rather than provide a comprehensive view. The advantage of this approach is that the selections are deep, heart-warming, and inspirational—just what is needed to offer a Christ-centered closing to each day.

As is true of all of Winslow’s writings, this volume is warmly experiential, particularly focusing on such themes as the love of the Father, the preciousness of Christ, the comforting work of the Holy Spirit, the call to immediate faith and sanctified affliction, the importance of prayer, and the need to battle against indwelling sin and to repent of every backsliding way. Representing devotional writing at its finest, it is replete with memorable statements for spiritual edification. Use this book to treasure those sacred truths of Scripture that will mold your thoughts, words, and actions for Christian living.

Octavius Winslow (1808–1878) descended from Edward Winslow, a Pilgrim leader who crossed the Atlantic on the Mayflower in 120. Octavius’s father, Thomas, an army captain stationed in London, died when Octavius was seven years old. Shortly after that, Octavius’s godly mother took her family of ten children to New York. All of the children became Christians; three sons became evangelical ministers. Octavius later wrote a book about his family’s experiences from his mother’s perspective titled Life in Jesus: A Memoir of Mrs. Mary Winslow, Arranged from her Correspondence, Diary and Thoughts.

Winslow was ordained as a pastor in 1833 in New York. He later moved to England, where he became one of the most valued ministers of the nineteenth century, largely due to the earnestness of his preaching and the excellence of his prolific writings. He held pastorates in Leamington Spa, Bath, and Brighton. He was also a popular speaker for special occasions, such as the opening of C. H. Spurgeon’s Metropolitan Tabernacle in 1861.

Winslow wrote more than forty books, most of which went through several printings. His Reformed convictions were clearly indicated in titles such as Born Again, or, from Grace to Glory; Heaven Opened; The Fulness of Christ; Christ Ever with You; The Glory of the Redeemer in His Person and Work; The Man of God, or, Spiritual Religion Explained and Enforced; The Tree of Life; Emmanuel, or the Titles of Christ; Hidden Life; Midnight Harmonies; Divine Realities; No Condemnation in Christ Jesus; Grace and Truth; Human Sympathy; The Inquirer Directed to an Experimental and Practical View of the Atonement; The Inquirer Directed to an Experimental and Practical View of the Work of the Holy Spirit; Personal Declension and Revival of Religion in the Soul; The Silver Trumpet; Christ the Theme of the Missionary; and Glimpses of the Truth as it is in Jesus.

After a short illness, Octavius Winslow died on March 5, 1878. He was buried in Abbey Cemetery, Bath.

We thank Grace Gems for supplying us with the electronic text of Evening Thoughts. They also freely provide some thirty additional books by Octavius Winslow on their website (http://www.gracegems.org/). Thanks, too, to Kristin Meschke, who provided assistance in initial proofing for the accuracy of texts and the appended textual index, which also includes Winslow’s Morning Thoughts, published by Reformation Heritage Books in 2003. The print size of Evening Thoughts has been reduced slightly from the large print of Morning Thoughts; due to the increased length of the selections, the book would have otherwise become too bulky. We trust that the print is still sufficiently large to accommodate our elderly readers, who many times have expressed the concern that daily devotionals are difficult for them to read.

The editing of this work involved minimal adjustments in spelling, grammar, and formatting. The largest challenge was shortening lengthy sentences and minimizing Winslow’s generous use of double dashes. I wish to thank my co-editor, Kate DeVries, for the many hours of assistance spent on this task.

This daily devotional engages the heart as it transforms the will and guides us in the good fight of faith on the way to glory. May God grant us more of that conformity to His Son that Octavius Winslow so abundantly exemplified in his life and writings.

Joel R. Beeke

Puritan Reformed Theological Seminary

Grand Rapids, Michigan

October, 2005

PREFACE

In the Levitical system, which derived all its significance and beauty from its typical representation of the person and work of the Lord Jesus, God made special provision for an evening, as well as a morning, oblation. One lamb shalt thou offer in the morning, and the other lamb shalt thou offer at even. The devout Israelite was thus taught to close the day as he began it: with a sacrifice for sin. There was deep significance enfolded in this command. The believer in Jesus is privileged to offer his evening oblation, repairing by faith to the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot. And oh, how needful this is! How much in the transactions of a single day may there be that needs the evening’s confession with faith’s hand upon the evening Lamb! A day upon whose engagements he entered in a frame of soul so holy, so happy, he may close with a wounded conscience, a sorrowful heart, a beclouded mind.

Few bring back, at eve, immaculate

The manners of the morn.

Jesus, the sacrificial Lamb of God, meets this new and depressed condition of the believer. To Him how blessed, before slumber seals the eyelid, to take all the sins, the imperfections, the wanderings of the day, and with a fresh believing view of the cross lie down peacefully and repose beneath a loving, forgiving Father’s care!

The design of this volume is to aid the believer in attaining to this comfortable state. Its pages, the author humbly trusts, will suggest to the mind pleasant thoughts of God, of Christ, of the Spirit, and of heaven; and so, pillowing the soul upon these precious truths, which, whether sleeping or waking, are the joy and the rejoicing of his heart, compose the body to rest. My Father, the evening Lamb is slain; in faith I offer it:

Seal my forgiveness in the blood

Of Jesus; His dear name alone

I plead for pardon, gracious God!

And kind acceptance at Thy throne.

Let this blest hope mine eyelids close;

With sleep refresh my feeble frame;

Safe in Thy care may I repose,

And wake with praises to Thy name.

I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety (Ps. 4:8).

Leamington, January, 1858

JANUARY 1

As thy days, so shall thy strength be.

— Deuteronomy 33:25

Christian, consider this new epoch of time and unfold a new page of your yet unwritten history with the full, unwavering conviction that God is faithful; that in all the negotiations, transactions, and events of the unknown future, in all the diversified and fluctuating phases of experience through which you may pass, it will be your mercy to do with Him of whom it is said, It was impossible for God to lie (Heb. 6:18). Oh, take this precious truth into your heart, and it will shed a warm sunlight over all the landscape of your yet shadowy existence. He abideth faithful: he cannot deny himself (2 Tim. 2:13). Standing yet within the solemn vestibule of this new and portentous year, could our fluttering hearts find repose in a more appropriate or sweeter truth than the divine faithfulness of Him, with whom there is no variableness, neither shadow of turning (James 1:17)? As a new period of time slowly rises from the depths of the unknown and mysterious future, do we shrink from its stern and solemn duties, its bosomed sorrows, its deep and impenetrable decrees? Why shrink? Infinite resources unveil their treasures upon its threshold. Christ’s atoning merits confront our vast demerit. Christ’s boundless grace confronts our deep necessities. Christ’s promised presence confronts our sad and gloomy loneliness. Filled with grace so overflowing, with love so tender, with sympathy so exquisite, with power so illimitable, with resources so boundless, with a nature so changeless, Jesus stands before us and says to each trembling heart, Fear not! We commence a new march under his convoy. We prepare for a new conflict with his armor. We renew our pilgrimage with fresh supplies of angels’ food that give nourishment for the present and pledges for the future. Be not needlessly, unbelievingly anxious for that future. It is all in God’s hands. He desires that you should live each day upon Him as a little child—simple in your faith, unshaken in your confidence, clinging in your love. Let each morning’s petition be, ever linking it with the precious name of Jesus, My Father, give me this day my daily bread. Then will the promise be fulfilled, and its fulfillment shall be the immediate answer to your prayer: As thy days, so shall thy strength be.

And let us, on this birthday of the year, renew each his personal and solemn dedication to God, supplicating forgiveness for the past, and invoking grace to help in every time of need for the future. The atoning blood of Jesus—how solemn and how precious is it at this moment! Bathed in it afresh, we will more supremely, unreservedly, and submissively yield ourselves to God as those who are alive from the dead. We will travel to the open fountain, wash, and be clean. Christ loves us to come as we are. We may approach all clothed with shame for the past, but not a reproving look will dart from His eye, nor an upbraiding word will breathe from His lips, nor shall abused and ill-requited mercies of the past seal our lips from supplicating blessings for the future. Open thy mouth wide, and I will fill it (Ps. 81:10) is still the divine promise and He who gave it has added a supplementary one, if possible—yet ampler and richer: Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not (Jer. 33:3).

JANUARY 2

Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

— Psalm 42:8

Songs in the night! Who can create them? Midnight harmony! Who can inspire it? God can, and God does. The God of all consolation; the God who comforteth them that are cast down; the God of hope, who causes the bright and morning star to rise upon the dreary landscape; the God of all peace, who Himself gives peace, always and by all means; even He, our Maker and Redeemer, gives songs in the night. Music, at all times sweet, is sweetest amid the sublimity of night. In the solemn stillness that reigns, not a breath rustling the leaves, and Echo herself slumbering; in the darkness that enshrouds, the thoughts that agitate, and the gloomy phantoms that flit before the fancy like shadows dancing upon the wall; then there breaks upon the wakeful ear the soft notes of skillfully touched instruments, blending with the melting tones of well-tuned voices. It is as though angels had come down to serenade and soothe the sad and jaded sons of earth. But there are richer songs and there is sweeter music still than theirs: the songs which God gives and the music which Jesus inspires in the long dark night of the Christian’s pilgrimage. A saint of God is, then, a happy man. He is often most happy when others deem him most miserable. When they deem him a fit object of their sympathy, gazing with pity upon his adversities and his burdens and silently marking the conflict of thought and feeling passing within, compared with which external trial is but as the bubble floating upon the surface, even then there is a hidden spring of joy, an undercurrent of peace, lying in the depths of the soul, which renders him a happy and an enviable man, chastened and afflicted though he is. Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted (Matt. 5:4).

JANUARY 3

Jesus Christ, and him crucified.

— 1 Corinthians 2:2

Picturing the cross as the Holy Spirit engraves it on the heart in spiritual regeneration, faith gently and effectually transforms the spirit, that was chafed and restless, into the meekness and gentleness of Christ; the whole soul receives Him whom it lifts up as its wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption (1 Cor. 1:30). Oh, what calmness steals over his ruffled soul! What peace flows into his troubled heart! What sunshine bathes in bright beams the dark spirit, who, from the scenes of his conflict and his sorrow, flees beneath the shadow and the shelter of the cross! The storm ceases; the deluge of his grief subsides; the Spirit, dove-like, brings the message of hope and love; the soul, tempest-tossed, rests on the green mount, and one unbounded spring clothes and encircles the landscape with its verdure and its beauty. Child, chastened by the Father’s love, look to the cross of your crucified Savior; and as you fix upon it your believing, ardent, adoring gaze, exclaim,

Wearily for me thou soughtest,

On the cross my soul thou boughtest;

Lose not all for which thou wroughtest.

What is your sorrow, compared with Christ’s? What is your grief, gauged by your Lord’s? Your Master has passed before you, flinging the curse and the sin from your path, paving it with promises, carpeting it with love, and fencing it around with the hedge of His divine perfections. Press onward, then, resisting your foe resolutely, bearing your cross patiently, drinking your cup submissively, and learning, while sitting at the Savior’s feet, or leaning upon His bosom, to be like Him, meek and lowly in heart.

JANUARY 4

Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

— Psalm 141:2

This passage presents the Christian to our view in his holiest and most solemn posture: drawing near to God and presenting before the altar of His grace the incense of prayer. The imagery of this is strikingly beautiful. Thou shalt make an altar to burn incense upon…. And Aaron shall burn thereon sweet incense every morning; when he dresseth the lamps, he shall burn incense upon it. And when Aaron lighteth the lamps at even, he shall burn incense upon it, a perpetual incense before the LORD throughout your generations (Ex. 30:1, 7–8). That this incense was a picture of prayer would appear in Luke 1:10, And the whole multitude of the people were praying without at the time of incense. David, though dwelling in the more shadowy age of the Church, correctly and beautifully interprets this type thus: Let my prayer be set before thee as incense (Ps. 141:2).

But from where does the incense of prayer arise, as it ascends to the throne of the Eternal? Oh, it is from the heart. The believer’s renewed, sanctified heart is the censer from where the fragrant cloud ascends. True prayer is the incense of a heart broken for sin; humbled for its iniquity; mourning over its plague; touched, healed, and comforted with the atoning blood of God’s great sacrifice. This is the true censer at which God looks. For the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart (1 Sam. 16:7). Precious censer, molded, fashioned, and beautified by God. A more vile and unlovely thing does not exist on earth, in the self-searching view of the true believer, than his own heart. And yet—wondrous grace!—God, by His renewing Spirit, has made of that heart a beautiful, costly, and precious censer, the cloud of whose incense ascends and fills all heaven with its fragrance. With all its indwelling evil and self-loathing, God sees its struggles, watches its conflict, and marks its sincerity. He knows every feeling that thrills it, emotion that agitates it, sorrow that shades it, sin that wounds it, thought that passes through it.

Believer, Jesus loves that heart of thine. He purchased it with His own heart’s blood, agonies, and tears, and He loves it. It is His temple, His home, and His censer; never can it approach Him in prayer without His being prepared to accept both the censer and incense with a delight that finds its best expression in the language of His own Word, I will accept you with your sweet savour (Ezek. 20:41). What shall we say of the fragrance of this incense? Oh, how much have we yet to learn of the intrinsic sweetness of real prayer! We can but imperfectly conceive that the fragrance there must be to God the breathing of the divine Spirit in the heart of a poor sinner. It is perhaps but a groan, a sigh, a tear, a look, but it is the utterance of the heart; God can hear the voice of our weeping and interpret the language of our desires when the lips utter not a word, so fragrant to Him is the incense of prayer. Lord, all my desire is before thee, and my groaning is not hid from thee (Ps. 38:9).

JANUARY 5

And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand.

— Revelation 8:3–4

This angel is none other than the Angel of the Covenant, Jesus, our great High Priest, who stands before the golden altar in heaven, presenting the sweet incense of His divine merits and sacrificial death, the cloud of which ascends before God with the prayers of the saints. Oh, it is the merit of our Immanuel, who hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour (Eph. 5:2) that imparts virtue, priority, and acceptance to the incense of prayer ascending from the heart of the child of God. Each petition, each desire, each groan, each sigh, each glance, comes up before God with the smoke of the incense that ascends from the cross of Jesus and from the golden altar which is before the throne. All the imperfection and impurity that mingles with our devotions is separated from each petition by the atonement of our Mediator, who presents that as sweet incense to God. See your great High Priest before the throne! See Him waving the golden censer back and forth! See how the cloud of incense rises and envelopes the throne! See how heaven is filled with its fragrance and its glory!

Believer in Jesus, upon the heart of that officiating High Priest your name is written; in the smoke of the incense which has gone up from that waving censer your prayers are presented. Jesus’ blood cleanses them, Immanuel’s merit perfumes them, and our glorious High Priest thus presents both our person and our sacrifice to His Father and our Father, to His God and our God. Oh wonderful encouragement to prayer! With such an assurance that his weak, broken, defiled, but sincere petitions shall find acceptance with God, who would not breathe them at the throne of grace? Go, in the name of Jesus; go, casting yourself upon the merit which fills heaven with its fragrance; go, and pour out your grief, unveil your sorrow, confess your sin, sue out your pardon, make known your wants, with your eye of faith upon the Angel who stands at the golden altar which is before the throne. The incense that breathes from your oppressed and stricken heart will ascend up before God out of the Angel’s hand as a cloud, rich, fragrant, and accepted.

JANUARY 6

Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not. Behold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou?

— Job 9:11–12

Is this the Lord’s way with you, my beloved? Are you bewildered at the mazes through which your steps are threading, at the involved circumstances of your present history? Do not think yourself alone in this. No mystery has lighted on your path but what is common to the one family of God: This honour have all his saints (Ps. 149:9). The Shepherd is leading you, as all of the flock are led, with a skillful hand, and in a right way. It is yours to stand if He bids you or to follow if He leads. He giveth not account of any of his matters (Job 33:13), assuming that His children have such confidence in His wisdom, love, and uprightness in all the mysteries of His dealings with them, to be still and know that I am God (Ps. 46:10). Throw back a glance upon the past, and see how little you ever understood of all the way God led you. What a mystery—perhaps now better explained—has enveloped His whole proceedings! When Joseph, for example, was torn from the homestead of his father, sold, and borne a slave into Egypt, he could not spell a syllable of that eventful page of his history. And yet God’s way with His servant was perfect. Could Joseph have seen, at the moment that he descended into the pit where he was cast by his envious brethren, all the future of his history as vividly and as palpably as he saw it in later years when there was the conviction that all was well, we doubt not that his faith would have lost much of its vigor, and God much of His glory. The same with good old Jacob: the famine, the parting with Benjamin, and the menacing conduct of Pharaoh’s prime minister wrung the mournful expression from his lips, All these things are against me (Gen. 42:36). Everything was veiled in deep and mournful mystery. It was the same with Job, to whom God spoke from the whirlwind that swept every vestige of affluence and domestic comfort from his dwelling. And thus, too, with Naomi, when she exclaimed, Call me not Naomi, call me Mara: for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me. I went out full, and the Lord hath brought me home again empty (Ruth 1:20–21). The assurance that it is to the honor of God to conceal, should in our view justify all His painful and humiliating procedure with us. It is the glory of God to conceal a thing (Prov. 25:2), as it will be for His endless glory, by and by, to fully reveal it all.

But there is one thing, Christian sufferer, which He cannot conceal. He cannot conceal the love that forms the spring and foundation of all His conduct with His saints. Do what He will, conceal as He may, be His chariot the thick clouds and His way in the deep sea, still His love betrays itself, disguised though it may be in dark and impenetrable providence. There are undertones, gentle and tender, in the roughest accents of our Joseph’s voice. And he who has an ear ever listening to the Lord shall often exclaim, Speak, Lord, how and when and where thou mayest—it is the voice of my Beloved!

JANUARY 7

The LORD is near unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.

— Psalm 34:18

A broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

— Psalm 51:17

There are those who despise a broken heart. Satan despises it, though he trembles at it. The world despises it, though it stands in awe of it. The Pharisee despises it, though he attempts its counterfeit. But there is One who does not despise such a heart. Thou wilt not despise it, exclaims the penitent child, with his eye upon the loving heart of his God and Father. But why does God not only not despise it, but also delight in and accept it? Because He sees in it a holy and a fragrant sacrifice. It is a sacrifice because it is offered to God, and not to man. It is an oblation laid upon His altar. Moses never presented such an oblation; Aaron never offered such a sacrifice in all the gifts which he offered, in all the victims he slew. And while some have cast their rich and splendid gifts into the treasury, or have laid them ostentatiously upon the altar of Christian benevolence, God has stood by the spot to which some poor penitent has brought his broken heart for sin, the incense of which has gone up before Him as a most precious and fragrant sacrifice. Upon that oblation, upon that gift, His eye was fixed, as if one object, and one only, arrested and absorbed His gaze—a poor broken heart that lay bleeding on His altar.

It is also a sacrifice offered on the basis of the atoning sacrifice of His dear Son, the only sacrifice that satisfies divine justice, and this makes it precious to God. So infinitely glorious is the atonement of Jesus, so divine, so complete, and so honoring to every claim of His moral government, that He accepts each sacrifice of prayer, praise, penitence, or personal consecration laid in faith on that one infinite sacrifice for sin.

He recognizes in it, too, the work of His own Spirit. When the Spirit of God moved upon the face of unformed nature and a new world sprang into life, light, and beauty, He pronounced it very good. But what must be His estimation of that new creation which His Spirit has wrought in the soul, whose moral chaos He has reduced to life, light, and order!

But in what way does God demonstrate His satisfaction with and delight in the broken and contrite heart? We answer, first, by the manifestation of His power in healing it. He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds (Ps. 147:3). The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings to the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted (Isa. 61:1). Never did a physician delight more to display his skill, or exercise the benevolent feelings of his nature in the alleviation of suffering, than does Jesus in His work of binding up and healing the heart broken for sin by speaking a sense of pardon, and applying to it the balm of His own most precious blood. But our Lord not only heals the contrite heart, but He also, as if heaven had not sufficient attraction as His dwelling-place, comes down to earth and makes that heart His abode. Thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones (Isa. 57:15). Dear humble penitent, what could give you such a view of the interest which Christ takes in your case—the delight with which He contemplates your contrition, and the welcome and the blessing which He is prepared to bestow on you when you cast yourself down at His feet—as this fact: He waits to make that sorrow-stricken heart of yours His chief and loved abode—reviving it, healing it, and enshrining Himself forever within its renewed and sanctified affections!

JANUARY 8

What must I do to be saved? And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.

— Acts 16:30–31

The faith of the child of God stands in the righteousness of the God-man Mediator, the righteousness which is of God by faith (Phil. 3:9). This faith has been appropriately termed the poor man’s grace. It is called so because it comes to Jesus empty-handed. It travels to Christ in poverty and rags, in want and in woe. It is the grace of him who, feeling the working of an inward sickness, and repudiating all idea of human merit, appears at the door of mercy, poor in spirit, humbly knocking, earnestly suing, and freely receiving the blessing of sovereign grace. Oh, how glorious to such a person’s eye appears the righteousness of the Incarnate God! How precious to his heart the atoning blood of Jesus! How suitable and attractive to his view is the foundation to which he is invited, and upon which, with the confidence of faith, he is encouraged to build his assured hope of future glory! Who would not desire, and who would not seek, to be established in a faith like this? Such a faith can read its pardon in the blood, its justification in the righteousness, its sanctification in the grace, and its security in the resurrection, life, and intercession of the great High Priest enthroned in heaven. Oh, let a man’s faith cling to this, and he is a saved man! And to be saved! Oh, how will eternity prolong the swelling chant: Saved, forever saved! A sinner the very chief, a saint the very least, a child the most unworthy! Yet here, through grace, I am saved, forever saved! Before the glory and importance of this salvation, how do the grandeur and the significance of all other objects fade and disappear!

How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation? (Heb. 2:3). This is the record, that God has given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life (1 John 5:11–12). But the faith of the true believer is built upon Christ. It has Christ for its basis, Christ for its object, Christ for its beginning and its end. It is built upon the Godhead of His person, the obedience of His life, and the vicariousness of His death. He who builds his faith short of Deity builds on the treacherous sand that the first heaving billow sweeps from beneath his feet. In the great matter of our salvation, we require Deity to become incarnate, Deity to obey, Deity to atone, Deity to justify, Deity to uphold, Deity to comfort, and Deity to bring us at last to the glorious abode of Deity, to dwell in its splendor forever.

JANUARY 9

Jesus only. — Matthew 17:8

Is this not the motto of every true believer? Who does his heart, in its best moments and holiest affections and most intense yearnings, supremely desire? The answer is, Jesus only. Having by the Spirit enthroned Jesus there, having affections won by the power of His love and the attractions of His beauty, the breathing of the soul now is, Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee (Ps. 73:25). Blessed is that soul, the utterances of whose heart are the sincere and fervent expressions of a love of which Christ is the one and supreme object! Oh, to love Him more! Worthy, most worthy, is He of our first and best affections. Angels love Him ardently and supremely; how much more should we, who owe to Him a deeper debt of love than they! Let the love of Christ, then, constrain us to love Him in return with an affection that will prove, by the singleness of its object and the unreserved surrender of its obedience, that He who reigns the sovereign Lord of our affections is Jesus only.

In all the spiritual circumstances of the believer’s history, it is still Jesus only. In the corroding of guilt upon the conscience, in the cloud that veils the reconciled countenance of God from the soul, where are we to look, save to Jesus only? In the mournful consciousness of our unfaithfulness to God, of our aggravated backslidings, repeated departures, the allowed foils and defeats by which our enemies exult, and the saints hang their heads in sorrow, to whom are we to turn, but to Jesus only? In the cares, anxieties, and perplexities that gather around our path, in the consequent downcasts of our soul, and in the disquiet of our spirit within us, to whom shall we turn, but to Jesus only? In those deep and mysterious exercises of travail in our souls, which the saints of God cannot always fully understand—when we see a hand they cannot see and when we hear a voice they cannot hear; when we seem to tread a lonely path or traverse a sea where no fellow-voyager ever appears; the days of soul-exercise wearisome, and its nights long and dark—oh, to whom shall we then turn, save to Jesus only? Who can sympathize with all this, but Jesus? To Him alone, then, let us run with every sin, with every burden, with every temptation, with every sorrow, and with every mental and spiritual exercise, thankful to be joined exclusively to Jesus only.

And when the time draws near when we must depart out of this world and go to the Father, one object will fix the eye, from which all others are then receding—it is Jesus only. Actually to die must be a crisis of our being quite different from reading of death in a book, or from hearing of it in the pulpit, or from talking of it. It is a solemn, an appalling thing to die! But to the believer in Jesus, how pleasant and how glorious! Absent from the body, he is present with the Lord (2 Cor. 5:8). Jesus is with him then. The blood of Jesus is there, cleansing him from all his guilt; the arms of Jesus are there, supporting him in all his weakness; the Spirit of Jesus is there, comforting him in all his fears; and now is he learning, for the last time on earth, that as for all the sins, all the perils, all the trials, and all the sorrows of life, so now as that life is ebbing quickly away, death is chilling, and eternity is nearing, Jesus only is sufficient for his soul. Believer, look to Jesus only; lean on Him, cleave to Him, labor for Him, suffer for Him, and, if need be, die for Him; thus loving and trusting, living and dying, for Jesus only.

JANUARY 10

This is my beloved, and this is my friend.

—Song of Solomon 5:16

The object of the believer’s trust is Jesus, his Beloved. He is spoken of by the apostle as the Beloved, as though he would say, There is but one beloved of God, of angels, of saints—it is Jesus. He is the beloved One of the Father. Behold my servant, whom I uphold; mine elect, in whom my soul delighteth (Isa. 42:1). This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased (Matt. 3:17). But Jesus is also the Church’s Beloved, the Beloved of each member of that Church. His person is beloved, uniting all the glories of the Godhead with all the perfections of humanity. His work is beloved, saving His people from the entire guilt, condemnation, and dominion of their sins. His commandments are beloved, because they are the dictates of His love to us, and the tests of our love to Him. O yes, you have but one Beloved of your heart, dear believer. He is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand (Song of Sol. 5:10); He is all the universe to you; heaven would be no heaven without Him; and with His presence here, earth seems often like the opening portal of heaven. He loved you, He labored for you, He died for you, He rose for you, He lives and intercedes for you in glory; all that is lovely in Him, and all that is grateful in you, constrain you to exclaim—I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine (Song of Sol. 6:3).

And in sorrow, where would you lean but upon the bosom of your Beloved? Christ’s heart is a human heart, a sinless heart, a tender heart, a heart once the home of sorrow, once stricken with grief; once an aching, bleeding, mournful heart. Thus disciplined and trained, Jesus knows how to pity and to succor those who are sorrowful and solitary. He loves to chase grief from the spirit, to bind up the broken heart, to stop the bleeding wound, to dry the weeping eye, and to comfort all that mourn. It is His delight to visit you in the dark night of your sorrow and to come to you walking upon the tempestuous billows of your grief, breathing music and diffusing calmness over your scene of sadness and gloom. When other bosoms are closed to your sorrow or beyond your reach, or their deep throbbings of love are stilled in death; when the fiery darts of Satan fly thick around you, and the world frowns, the saints are cold, and your path is sad and desolate; then lean upon the love, the grace, the faithfulness, the tender sympathy of Jesus. That bosom will always unveil to welcome you. It will always be an asylum to receive you and a home to shelter you. Its love will never cool, or its tenderness lessen, nor its sympathy be exhausted, nor its pulse of affection cease to beat. You may have grieved it a thousand times over, you may have pierced it through and through, again and again—yet returning to its deathless love, penitent and lowly, sorrowful and humble, you may lay within it your weeping, aching, languid head, depositing every burden, reposing every sorrow, and breathing every sigh upon the heart of Jesus. Lord, to whom else shall I go? To whom would I go, but to Thee?

We lean truly on Jesus that we may advance in all holiness, that the graces of the Spirit may be quickened and stimulated, that we may cultivate more heavenly-mindedness and be constantly separating from the world, following Him outside the camp, bearing His reproach. Let our path, then, be upward; let us gather around us the trailing garment, casting away whatever impedes our progress; and, leaning on our Beloved and our Friend, hasten from all below until we find ourselves reposing in the bosom upon which, in faith and love, in weakness and sorrow, we had rested amid the trials and perils of the ascent. There is always this great encouragement, this light upon the way, that it is a path that points and conducts us to Heaven, where it ends; before long the weary pilgrim will reach its sunlit summit—not to lie down and die there, as Moses did upon the top of Pisgah, but to commence a life of perfect purity and of eternal bliss.

JANUARY 11

For none of us liveth to himself, and no man dieth to himself. For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord: whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord’s.

— Romans 14:7–8

The Lord Jesus can only build and further His kingdom in the soul upon the ruins of self. As this kingdom of grace is perpetual in its growth, so the demolition of self is a work of gradual advancement. As the inner life grows, Christ grows lovelier to the eye, more precious to the heart. His blood is more valued, His righteousness is more relied on, His grace is more lived on, His cross is more gloried in, His yoke is more cheerfully borne, and His commands are more implicitly obeyed. In all things Christ is advanced and the soul advances in its knowledge of, and in its resemblance to, Him. Reader, is Christ advanced by you? Is His kingdom widened, His truth spread, His person exalted, His honor vindicated, and His glory promoted by the life you are living? Oh, name not the name of Christ, unless it will perfume the air with its fragrance and to fill the earth with its renown.

This living unto the Lord is a life of self-denial, but do the self-denyings have no reward? Oh yes! Their reward is great. They are such as the King delights to honor. When John the Baptist declared, He must increase, but I must decrease (John 3:30), and on another occasion, whose shoe’s latchet I am not worthy to unloose (John 1:27), Christ pronounced him the greatest born of women. When the centurion sent to say, Lord, I am not worthy that thou shouldest come under my roof (Matt. 8:8), our Lord places this crown upon his faith, Verily I say unto you, I have not found so great faith, no, not in Israel (Matt. 8:10). When the publican exclaimed, God be merciful to me a sinner (Luke 18:13), he descended from the temple justified rather than the self-vaunting Pharisee. Yes, when men are cast down, then…there is lifting up (Job 22:29).

And what tongue can describe the inward peace, satisfaction, and contentment of that soul in whom this self-denying life of Christ dwells? Such a person has a continual feast. He may be deeply tried, sorely tempted, heavily afflicted, or severely chastened, but his meek and submissive spirit exclaims, It is the LORD; let him do what seemeth him good (1 Sam. 3:18).

Another characteristic of this life is that it is a conflicting life. It always wears the harness, and is ever clothed with the armor. Opposed by indwelling sin, assailed by Satan, and impeded by the world, every step in advance is only secured by a battle already fought and a victory already achieved. It is also a holy life; springing from the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, it must necessarily be so. All its actions are holy, all its breathings are holy, all its fruits are holy; without holiness no man has this life or can inherit that life to come, of which this holiness is the seedling, the foretaste and the pledge.

Need we add that happiness, progression, and immortality are equally its characteristics? Happiness is but a phantom and a dream, where Christ dwells not in the heart. Progression is but an advance towards eternal woe, where the love of God is not in the soul. And death is an eternal, lingering despair, where the Spirit of life has not quickened the inner man, creating all things new.

Christian reader, it was a blissful day that witnessed your resurrection from a grave of sin to walk in newness of life! Happy hour when you left your soul’s shroud in the tomb, exchanging it for the robe of a glorious immortality—when your enmity was conquered, and you were led in willing and joyous captivity, amid the triumphs of your Lord, to the altar where He bled and you consecrated yourself to His service! Always keep in mind your deep indebtedness to sovereign grace, your solemn obligation to divine love, and the touching motives that urge you to walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called (Eph. 4:1). Welcome all the dealings of God, whatever the character of those dealings may be, designed as they are to animate, nourish, and carry forward this precious life in your soul.

JANUARY 12

I give myself unto prayer. — Psalm 109:4

Oh, give yourself to prayer! Do not say that your censer has nothing to offer; that it contains no sweet spices, no fire, no incense. Take it, all empty and cold as it is, to the great High Priest. As you gaze in faith on Him who is the Altar, the slain Lamb, and the Priest, thus musing upon this wondrous sight of Jesus’ sacrifice for you, His Spirit will cast the sweet spices of grace and the glowing embers of love into your dull, cold hearts, and there will come forth a cloud of precious incense, which shall ascend with the incense of the Savior’s merits, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour (Eph. 5:2). And do not forget that there is evening as well as morning incense. When Aaron lighteth the lamps at even, he shall burn incense (Ex. 30:8).

Thus, when the season of your prosperity and joy is passed, and the evening of adversity, sorrow, and loneliness draws its somber curtains around you, then take your censer and wave it before the Lord. Ah! I think that, at that hour of solemn stillness and of mournful solitude, that hour when all human help and sympathy fails, the sweetest incense of prayer then ascends before God. Yes, there is no prayer so true, so powerful, so fragrant, as that which sorrow presses from the heart. Oh suffering believer, return to prayer. Bring forth your censer, sorrowful priest of the Lord! Replenish it at the altar of Calvary and then wave it with a strong hand before God, until your person, your sorrows, and your guilt are all enveloped and lost in the cloud of sweet incense as it rises before the throne and blends with the ascending cloud of the Redeemer’s precious intercession. Prayer will soothe you, calm you, unburden your heart, remove or ease your pain, heal your sickness or make it pleasant to bear, expel the tempter, bring Jesus sensibly near to your soul, lift your heart to heaven, and bring heaven down into your heart.

Mourning Christian, only give yourself to prayer in the hour of your sorrow and loneliness, and your breathings, sent up to heaven in tremulous accents, will return to your own disconsolate and desolate heart rich and redolent of heaven’s sweet consolations. The holy breathings that ascend from a believer’s heart gather and accumulate in the upper skies, and, when he needs the refreshing most, they descend again in covenant blessings upon his soul. That feeble desire, that faint breathing of the soul after God, Jesus, holiness, and heaven, shall never perish. It was perhaps so weak and tremulous, so mixed with grief and sorrow, so burdened with complaint and sin, that you could scarcely discern it to be real prayer; and yet, ascending from a heart inhabited by God’s Holy Spirit, and touched by God’s love, it rose like the incense-cloud before the throne of the Eternal, and blended with the fragrance of heaven.

JANUARY 13

For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus.

— 1 Timothy 2:5

The salvation of man is an embodiment of God Himself. The essence, the heart, the mind, the attributes, the character, and the government of God are all exhibited in the salvation of man. It is a work so surpassingly glorious and divine, we can account for its vast and unique character and its transcendent results upon no other principle than its essential demonstration of Deity: God manifest in the flesh. To mix anything extraneous with this great and finished work, to add to it any human device, would seem a crime of deepest dye—a sin, the pardon of which might well extend beyond the provision of its mercy. God has exhibited and protected this great truth at every point, with a jealous regard for His own glory. As a sinner, I stand beneath the cross, upon the portal of the refuge into which I flee, above the fountain within which I bathe; on these I believingly gaze, where God has written one sentence, solemn and emphatic: Jesus only!

Only Jesus could stoop to our low estate. Only He could stand between justice and the criminal, the Daysman between God and us. Only He had divinity, merit, holiness, strength, and love enough to undertake and perfect our redemption. No one else could embark in the mighty enterprise of saving lost man. To no other hand but His did the Father commit His Church as His peculiar treasure from eternity. Only to Jesus could be entrusted the recovery and the keeping of this cabinet of precious jewels—jewels lost, scattered, and hidden in the fall, yet predestined to a rescue and a glory as great and endless as God’s own being. Only Jesus could bear our sin, sustain our curse, endure our penalty, cancel our debt, and reconcile us to God. Only in His bosom could the elements of our hell find a flame of love sufficient to extinguish them; and only by His merit could the glories of our heaven stand revealed before our eyes. Jesus must wholly save, or the sinner must forever perish. Listen to the language of Peter, uttered when filled with the Holy Ghost, and addressed with burning zeal to the Christ-rejecting Sanhedrin: This is the stone which was set at nought of you builders which is become the head of the corner. Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved (Acts 4:11–12). Thus, in the great and momentous matter of our salvation, Jesus must be all.

JANUARY 14

O Israel, thou shalt not be forgotten of me. I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as a cloud, thy sins: return unto me; for I have redeemed thee.

— Isaiah 44:21–22

I do not know a truth more calculated to light up the gloom of a lone chamber and to lift up the drooping spirit of a heart-sick child of God than the announcement that God, for Christ’s sake, has pardoned all his transgressions and his sins, and stands before him as a reconciled Father. What has all the restoring conduct of our Lord been towards us, but just this turning to us, when we had turned from Him? We have wandered, He has gone after us; we have departed, He has pursued us; we have stumbled, He has upheld us; we have fallen, He has raised us up again; we have turned from Him, He has turned to us. Oh, the wonderful love and long-suffering patience of Christ!

And what is still His language? Return unto me; for I have redeemed thee (Isa. 44:22). What should be the response of our hearts? Behold, we come unto thee; for thou art the LORD our God (Jer. 3:22). Then let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the LORD (Lam. 3:40). What! After all my backslidings and recoveries, my departures and returns, may I turn again to the Lord? Yes! With confidence we say it, Turn again unto the Lord. That look of love beaming from the eye of Jesus invites you, woos you, to return again once more to the shelter of His pierced side, to the home of His wounded heart. Press to your heart the consolation and joy of this truth: the glance of Jesus falling upon His accepted child ever speaks of pardoned sin. Chastened, sorrowful, and secluded you may be, yet your sins are forgiven you for His name’s sake. Oh, that the Spirit, the Comforter, may give you this song to sing: Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits; who forgiveth all thine iniquities, who healeth all thy diseases, who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies (Ps. 103:2–4).

JANUARY 15

I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.

— John 11:25

Every true believer is a living soul. He is in possession of an inner, spiritual life. The first important characteristic of this spiritual life is its engrafting upon a state of death. The words of the apostle will explain our meaning: For I through the law am dead to the law, that I might live unto God. I am crucified with Christ; nevertheless I live (Gal. 2:19–20). The simple meaning of this declaration is that the living soul is dead to the law of God as an instrument of life, and to its works as a ground of salvation. It is dead, too, to the curse and tyranny of the law, and consequently to its power of condemning. In this way, the soul that is made alive by Christ is dead with Christ. Clearly a man, dead already and originally in trespasses and in sins, must morally die before he can spiritually live. The crucifixion with Christ must precede the living with Christ. He must die to all schemes and hopes of salvation in or by himself, before he can fully receive Christ into his heart as the life of his soul.

The natural man cannot understand or receive this spiritual mystery; only he who is born of the Spirit can. Has the law of God been brought into your conscience with that enlightening, convincing, and condemning power, first to startle you from your spiritual slumber, and then to sever you from all hope or expectation of salvation in yourself? If so, then you will know in truth what it is to die before you live. Dying to the law, dying to self, you will receive Him into your heart who so blessedly declared, I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly (John 10:10).

The Lord Jesus is essential Life. Standing by the grave that entombs the soul dead in sin, essential Life exclaims, I am the resurrection, and the life…. Come forth! (John 11:25, 43). And in a moment, the soul is quickened and rises to newness of life. Who but Deity could accomplish this? Take off the shoes from your feet; you stand on holy ground! Jesus is the true God and essential Life. The smallest seed, the meanest insect, the lowest creature on earth, the mightiest angel, and the brightest saint in heaven draw their life from Christ. What a mighty and glorious Being, then, is the Son of God, the ceaseless energy whose essence prevents everything that has life from being destroyed each moment, and from accomplishing its own destruction! Who would not believe in, who would not love, who would not serve such a Being? Who would not crown Him Lord of all?

JANUARY 16

Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves. Know ye not your own selves, how that Jesus Christ is in you, except ye be reprobates?

— 2 Corinthians 13:5

Alas, how this precept is overlooked! How few rightly and honestly examine themselves! They can examine others and speak of others and hear for others and judge others; but themselves they examine not, judge not, and condemn not. To the neglect of this precept may be traced, as one of its most fruitful causes, the relapse of the inner life of the Christian. Deterioration, and eventually destruction and ruin, must follow in the steps of willful and protracted neglect, regardless of the object of that neglect. The vineyard must become unfruitful, the garden must lose its beauty, the machinery must stand still, the enterprise must fail, and the health must decline if toilsome and incessant watchfulness and care does not have its eye wide awake to every symptom of feebleness and to every sign of decay. If the merchant examine not his accounts, the husbandman his field, the nobleman his estate, and the physician his patient, what wisdom is needed to foresee the natural and inevitable result: confusion, ruin, and death?

How infinitely more true is this of the soul! The lack of frequent, fearless, and thorough searching into the exact state of the heart, into the real condition of the soul as before God, in the great matter of the inner life, reveals the grand secret of many a solemn case of delusion, shipwreck, and apostasy. Therefore the apostle earnestly exhorts, Examine yourselves. Do not take the state of your souls for granted; prove your own selves by the Word, and rest not short of Christ dwelling in your hearts—your present life and your hope of glory.

But how does Christ dwell in the believer? We answer: by His Spirit. Thus it is a spiritual, and not a personal or corporeal, indwelling of Christ. The Scripture’s testimony is definitely full and decisive on this point. Know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost? (1 Cor. 6:19). And if Christ be in you, the body is dead, because of sin; but the Spirit is life, because of righteousness. But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by his Spirit that dwelleth in you (Rom. 8:10–11). Equally clear from another passage is that this inhabitation of Christ by the Spirit is not the indwelling of a mere grace of the Spirit, but the Spirit Himself: Hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God [here is a grace of the Spirit] is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Spirit which is given unto us (Rom. 5:5)— here is the possession of the Spirit Himself. This is the fountain of all the spiritual grace dwelling in the soul of the truly regenerate, and at times so blessedly flowing forth in refreshing and sanctifying streams. Thus it is most clear that, by the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, Christ has His dwelling in the hearts of all true believers.

JANUARY 17

And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake them.

— Isaiah 42:16

These words imply a concealment of much of the Lord’s method with His people. With regard to our heavenly Father, there can be nothing mysterious, nothing inscrutable to Him. A profound and awful mystery Himself, yet to His infinite mind there can be no darkness, no mystery at all. His whole plan—if it may be called a plan—is before Him. Our phraseology, when speaking of the divine procedure, would sometimes imply the opposite of this. We talk of God’s foreknowledge, of His foresight, of His acquaintance with events yet unborn; but there is, in truth, no such thing. There are no tenses with God—no past, no present, no future. The idea of God’s eternity, if perfectly grasped, would annihilate in our minds all such humanizing of the divine Being. He is one eternal Now. All events, to the remotest period