For sheer gratuitous misery-producing power

this influence stands alone.

Look at the Elder Brother--moral, hard-working, patient, dutiful--let

him get all credit for his virtues--look at this man, this baby,

sulking outside his own father's door. "He was angry," we read,

"and would not go in." Look at the effect upon the father, upon the

servants, upon the happiness of the guests. Judge of the effect

upon the Prodigal--and how many prodigals are kept out of the

Kingdom of God by the unlovely character of those who profess to

be inside. Analyze, as a study in Temper, the thunder-cloud itself

as it gathers upon the Elder Brother's brow. What is it made of?

Jealousy, anger, pride, uncharity, cruelty, self-righteousness,

touchiness, doggedness, sullenness--these are the ingredients of

this dark and loveless soul. In varying proportions, also, these

are the ingredients of all ill temper. Judge if such sins are of

the disposition are not worse to live in, and for others to live

with, than the sins of the body. Did Christ indeed not answer the

question Himself when He said, "I say unto you that the publicans

and the harlots go into the Kingdom of Heaven before you"? There

is really no place in heaven for a disposition like this. A man

with such a mood could only make heaven miserable for all the people

in it. Except, therefore, such a man be

Born again,

he cannot, simply CANNOT, enter the kingdom of heaven.

You will see then why Temper is significant. It is not in what

it is alone, but in what it reveals. This is why I speak of it

with such unusual plainness. It is a test for love, a symptom, a

revelation of an unloving nature at bottom. It is the intermittent

fever which bespeaks unintermittent disease within; the occasional

bubble escaping to the surface which betrays some rottenness

underneath; a sample of the most hidden products of the soul dropped

involuntarily when off one's guard; in a word, the lightning form

of a hundred hideous and un-Christian sins. A want of patience, a

want of kindness, a want of generosity, a want of courtesy, a want

of unselfishness, are all instantaneously symbolized in one flash

of Temper.

Hence it is not enough to deal with the Temper. We must go to the

source, and change the inmost nature, and the angry humors will die

away of themselves. souls are made sweet not by taking the acid

fluids out, but by putting something in--a great Love, a new Spirit,

the Spirit of Christ. Christ, the Spirit of Christ, interpenetrating

ours, sweetens, purifies, transforms all. This only can eradicate

what is wrong, work a chemical change, renovate and regenerate,

and rehabilitate the inner man. Will-power does not change men.

Time does not change men.

Christ does.

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