Nothing can be more glorious than the position you are called to occupy in these closing days. Saints have stood in the breach, have watched through weary days and nights these nineteen hundred years, and you only wait for the trumpet of victory to go in, and take possession of the glorious inheritance.
Other men labored, and ye are entered into their labors; and yet, you are lowering your dignity to the level of the poor potsherds of the earth, who only wait for the rod of the Victor (and yours, too) to be dashed into pieces.
O, awake, then, from your lethargy, slumber no longer; put away your idols and false gods; wash your garments, and get to Bethel, where you will find God to be better than ever you knew Him, even in your best days.
Lay aside your last bit of worldly dress; guard your speech, that it be of Christ and His affairs, and not, as you know it now often is of anything but Him.
Let your prayers mingle with those of other saints, at the prayer meetings, which were never more needed than now.
Neglect no opportunity to receive instruction from that precious Word which alone can keep you from the paths of the destroyer, and let your life be the evidence of the treasures you have gathered up at the prayer, or the reading meeting, or in secret with the Lord.
If you want occupation, with a glorious reward from a beloved Master, ask that Master to set you to work for Him. You will never regret it, either in this world or in that which is to come.
Beloved, bear with me. I am jealous over you with a godly jealousy. You belong to Christ, and Christ to you. Break not this holy union. Let not the betrothed one be unfaithful to her Bridegroom! Why should you be robbed and spoiled?
And for what? Empty husks and bitter fruits, while you waste this little span of blessing!
All the distinctions acquired here in the energy of the Spirit will but serve to enhance your beauty and render you more lovely to Him who has espoused you to Himself. Can you refuse Him His delights in you?
Can you refuse Him the fruit of the travail of His soul, who once hung, a dying Man, between two thieves, on Calvary, a spectacle to men and angels, and for you-you who have forgotten (for you cannot have despised) this devotedness for you? He could have taken the world without the cross, and left you out, but He would not, and now will you, having been enriched by those agonies and that blood, take the world into your tolerance and leave Him out? Impossible! Your pure mind did but need to be stirred up by the way of remembrance.
Let us, therefore, take courage from this very moment. We have lately been offering up prayers, confessing the lack of piety and devotedness. May we not take this word as the answer of our ever gracious, faithful Lord, to arouse us—to re-awaken our drooping energies? And then the more quickly He comes the better. We shall “not be ashamed before Him at His coming.”