ST. ANDREWS, _August 8, 1658_.
CCCLIII.--_To my_ LADY KENMURE.
(_TRIALS--DEADNESS OF SPIRIT--DANGER OF FALSE SECURITY._)
MADAM,--I am ashamed of my long silence to your Ladyship. Your
tossings and wanderings are known to Him upon whom ye have been cast
from the breasts, and who hath been your God of old. The temporal loss
of creatures, dear to you there, may be the more easily endured, that
the gain of One "who only hath immortality" groweth.
There is an universal complaint of deadness of spirit on all that know
God. He that writeth to you, Madam, is as deep in this as any, and is
afraid of a strong and hot battle, before time be at a close. But no
matter, if the Lord crown all with the victorious triumphing of
faith. God teacheth us by terrible things in righteousness. We see
many things, but we observe nothing. Our drink is sour. Grey hairs are
here and there on us. We change many lords and rulers; but the same
bondage of soul and body remaineth. We live little by faith, but much
by sense, according to the times, and by human policy. The watchmen
sleep, and the people perish for lack of knowledge. How can we be
enlightened when we turn our back on the sun? and must we not be
withered when we leave the fountain? It should be my only desire to be
a minister, gifted with the white stone, and the new name written on
it. I judge it were fit (now when tall professors and when many stars
fall from heaven, and God poureth the isle of Great Britain from
vessel to vessel, and yet we sit, and are settled on our lees) to
consider (as sometimes I do, but ah! rarely), how irrecoverable a wo
it is to be under a beguile in the matter of eternity. And what if I,
who can have a subscribed testimonial of many who shall stand at the
right hand of the Judge, shall miss Christ's approving testimony, and
be set upon the left hand among the goats? (Matt. vii. 22, xxv. 8-12
and 33; Luke xiii. 25-27). There is such a beguile; and it befalleth
many; and what if it befall me, who have but too much art to cozen my
own soul and others, with the flourish of ministerial, or country,
holiness!
Dear lady, I am afraid of prevailing security. We watch little (I have
relation mainly to myself), we wrestle little. I am like one
travelling in the night, who seeth a spirit, and sweateth for fear,
and careth not to tell it to his fellow, for fear of increasing his
own fear. However, I am sure, when the Master is nigh His coming, it
were safe to write over a double, and a new copy, of our accounts of
the sins of nature, childhood, youth, riper years, and old age. What
if Christ have another written representation of me than I have of
myself? Sure He is right; and if it contradict my mistaken and
sinfully erroneous account of I myself, ah! where am I then? But,
Madam, I discourage none. I know that Christ hath made a new
marriage-contract of love, and sealed it with His blood, and the
trembling believer shall not be confounded.
Grace be with you.
Yours, at all obedience, in Christ,