By Harmon Allen Baldwin
THE CALL TO HOLINESS."For God hath not called us unto uncleanness but unto holiness" -- 1 Thess. 4: 7. "The human heart asks love; but now I know That my heart hath from thee All real, and full, and marvelous affection, So near, so human! Yet divine perfection Thrills gloriously the mighty glow! Thy love is enough for me! "There were strange soul depths, restless, vast and broad, Unfathomed as the sea; An infinite craving for some infinite stilling; But now thy perfect love is perfect filling! Lord Jesus Christ, my Lord, my God, Thou, thou art enough for me." Yes, there are "strange soul depths, restless, vast and broad." There is an "infinite craving for some infinite stilling" that never will be satiated until the famished soul quaffs living, healing waters from the fountain of eternal life, whose streams, sufficient for all the soul's needs, flow right into this world from the "fountain opened to the house of David." There are possibilities in man that are awful to contemplate. We are so accustomed to seeing him, conversing with him, enjoying or revolting his company, that we forget the Infinite possibilities that are locked up in him. Yea, we are liable to forget the Infinite worth of our own souls. Men's lives are too material. Matter and its motions are about all the average person knows. Some, bolder, delve into material mysteries, and bring to light marvelous things; and these people are called famous. Still others philosophize concerning mind and its powers; but, notwithstanding all their wisdom, they are little appreciated outside of the halls of learning. There are very few, however, who trouble themselves to search into the mysteries of their spiritual existence. Thoughts of the Godhead are too deep for them to entertain; redemption, the new birth, the mysteries of godliness, "the hope of our calling," the way of holiness, are all out of the realm of their investigations. True, they desire to get to heaven when they die, but want to do so with as little trouble as possible. Meanwhile their immortal spirits are clamoring after God; their hungry souls demand refreshment, and their longing hearts pant within them for a draught from some cooling fountain; but all these inward demands are either unheeded or slaked from the shallow springs of earthly good. Poor man, muck-raking in the mud and among the stubble of earth, when an immortal crown, more glorious than ever graced the head of Solomon, is suspended over him, which he can have for the asking! Spending his precious days and years in earthly pursuits, gaining pleasure, fame and wealth, when the pleasures of palaces, the fame of generals or conquerors, or the wealth of earth's mightiest magnates are not worthy to be compared with the glory that may (even here) be revealed in him! Man, arouse thee. All nature is vocal with the call. It whispers in every passing breeze; it thunders from the rumbling skies; it echoes from the earth, and comes in beckoning form from sun, and moon and stars: The Bible repeats the call like the voice of God trumpeting on Sinai's cloud-capped mountain, or as heard speaking to Jesus when they that heard it said it thundered. The Spirit knocks at your heart's door and offers "a feast of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined." You are wasting immortal energies; you are trifling with costly gems; you are bartering away the pearl of great price. He calls you; will you come to the feast? "All things are now ready." But you say that you are already saved from sin; that you have left the world behind you; that you have counted its gold as clay, and its gains as loss. Thank God for all you have, but greater things are in store for you. You may be made "perfect in love." God has called you to holiness. "Ye who know your sins forgiven, And are happy in the Lord, Have you read the gracious promise Which is left upon record? I will sprinkle you with water, I will cleanse you from all sin; Sanctify and make you holy; I will come and dwell within. "Though you have much peace and comfort, Greater things you yet may find; Freedom from unholy tempers, Freedom from the carnal mind. To procure your full salvation, Jesus suffered, groan'd and died; On the cross the healing fountain Gushed from his wounded side." As these words are written the writer's soul almost bursts within him. It gets a glimpse of infinite things, urges him forward, and moves him with the holy Bramwell to cry, "Oh, how I long for all the church to know this great salvation!" Oh, these burnings of love divine! Oh, this unquenchable flame, these strong desires after God and for the purification of the saints! May God dip this pen in blood, point it with fire, and wing it with love and let it bring from his great heart burning words that will urge the reader on to holiness! "Rouse up, brother! rouse up, sister! Seek, 0 seek, this holy state; None but holy ones can enter, Through the pure celestial gate. Can you bear the thought of losing All the joys that are above? No, my brother; no, my sister, God will perfect you in love." In order to see the consummation of these things, let us go forward. Are you saying, "Amen, I will?" Then let us pray together, in the last stanza of the foregoing hymn, - "May a mighty sound from heaven, Suddenly come rushing down; Cloven tongues, like as of fire, May they sit on all around, O may every soul be filled With the Holy Ghost today; He is coming! he is coming! O prepare, prepare the way." The following words from Fletcher will aid you, reader, in seeing the import of your holy calling, and perhaps help you in your decision to take the way.
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