S. R.

ABERDEEN, _August 8, 1637_.

CCXXVII.--_To my_ LORD CRAIGHALL.

(_STANDING FOR CHRIST--DANGER FROM FEAR, OR PROMISES OF MEN--CHRIST'S

REQUITALS--SIN AGAINST THE HOLY SPIRIT._)

MY LORD,--I received one letter of your Lordship's from C., and

another of late from A. B., wherein I find your Lordship in perplexity

what to do. But let me entreat your Lordship not to cause yourself to

mistake Truth and Christ, because they seem to encounter with your

peace and ease. My Lord, remember that a prisoner hath written this to

you, that, "as the Lord liveth, if ye put to your hand with other

apostates in this land, to pull down the sometime beautiful tabernacle

of Christ in this land, and join hands with them in one hair-breadth

to welcome Antichrist to Scotland, there is wrath gone out from the

Lord against you and your house." If the terror of a king hath

overtaken you, and your Lordship looketh to sleep in your nest in

peace, and to take the nearest shore, there are many ways (too, too

many ways) how to shift Christ with some ill-washen and foul

distinctions. But assure yourself, suppose a king should assure you

that he would be your god (as shall never be) for that piece of

service, your clay god shall die. And your carnal counsellors, when

your conscience shall storm against you, and ye complain to them, will

say, "What is this to us?" Believe not that Christ is weak, or that He

is not able to save. Of two fires that you cannot pass, take the

least. Some few years will bring us all out in our blacks and whites

before our Judge. Eternity is nearer to you than you are aware of. To

go on in a course of defection, when an enlightened conscience is

stirring, and looking you in the face, and crying within you, "That

you are going in an evil way," is a step to the sin against the Holy

Ghost. Either many of this land are near that sin, or else I know not

what it is. And if this, for which I now suffer, be not the way of

peace and the King's highway to salvation, I believe there is not a

way at all. There is not such breadth and elbow-room in the way to

heaven as men believe.

Howbeit this day be not Christ's, the morrow shall be His. I believe

assuredly that our Lord will repair the old waste places and His

ruined houses in Scotland; and that this wilderness shall yet blossom

as the rose. My very worthy and dear Lord, wait upon Him who hideth

His face from the house of Jacob, and look for Him. Wait patiently a

little upon the Bridegroom's return again, that your soul may live,

and that ye may rejoice with the Lord's inheritance. I dare pawn my

soul and life for it, that if ye take this storm with borne-down

Christ, your sky shall quickly clear, and your fair morning dawn.

Think (as the truth is) that Christ is just now saying, "And will ye

also leave Me?" Ye have a fair occasion to gratify Christ now, if ye

will stay with Him, and want the night's sleep with your suffering

Saviour one hour, now when Scotland hath fallen asleep, and leaveth

Christ to fend for Himself. I profess myself but a weak, feeble man.

When I came first to Christ's camp, I had nothing to maintain this

war, or to bear me out in this encounter; and I am little better yet.

But since I find furniture, armour, and strength from the consecrated

Captain, the Prince of our salvation, who was perfected through

suffering, I esteem suffering for Christ a king's life. I find that

our wants qualify us for Christ. And, howbeit your Lordship write that

ye despair to attain to such a communion and fellowship (which I would

not have you to think), yet, would ye nobly and courageously venture

to make over to Christ, for His honour now lying at the stake, your

estate, place, and honour, He would lovingly and largely requite you,

and give you a king's word for a recompense. Venture upon Christ's

"Come," and I dare swear ye will say, "I bless the Lord who gave me

counsel" (Ps. xvi. 7). My very worthy Lord, many eyes, in both the

kingdoms, are upon you now, and the eye of our Lord is upon you.

Acquit yourself manfully for Christ; spill not this good play.

Subscribe a blank submission, and put it into Christ's hands. Win, win

the blessings and prayers of your sighing and sorrowful mother-church

seeking your help: win Christ's bond (who is a King of His word), for

a hundredfold more even in this life.

If a weak man[342] hath passed a promise to a king, to make slip to

Christ (if we look to flesh and blood, I wonder not of it; possibly I

might have done worse myself), add not further guiltiness to go on in

such a scandalous and foul way. Remember that there is a wo, wo to him

by whom offences come. This wo came out of Christ's mouth, and it is

heavier than the wo of the law. It is the Mediator's vengeance, and

that is two vengeances to those who are enlightened. Free yourself

from unlawful anguish, about advising and resolving. When the truth is

come to your hand, hold it fast; go not again to make a new search

and inquiry for truth. It is easy to cause conscience to believe as ye

will, not as ye know. It is easy for you to cast your light into

prison, and detain God's truth in unrighteousness: but that prisoner

will break ward, to your incomparable torture. Fear your light, and

stand in awe of it: for it is from God. Think what honour it is in

this life also to be enrolled to the succeeding ages amongst Christ's

witnesses, standing against the re-entry of Antichrist. I know

certainly that your light, looking to two ways, and to the two sides,

crieth shame upon the course that they would counsel you to follow.

The way that is halver and copartner with the smoke of this fat world

(Ps. xxxvii. 20), and wit and ease, smelleth strong of a foul and

false way.

[342] That is, If you, in a moment of weakness, have made a rash

promise that gives Christ the go-by.

The Prince of peace, He who brought again from the dead the great

Shepherd of His sheep, by the blood of the eternal covenant, establish

you, and give you sound light, and counsel you to follow Christ.

Remember my obliged service to my Lord your father, and mother, and

your lady.

Grace be with you.

Your Lordship's, at all obliged obedience, in his sweet Lord Jesus,

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