The Sin of Gadding About

TLiB discourse is a natural sequel to Number IV.

’ WHY G ADDEST THOU ABOUT 80 MUCH TO CHANGE THT WAT?” — Jeremiah li. A

God’s ancient people were very prone to forget him, awl to worship the false deities of the neighboring heathen. Other nations were faithful to their blocks of wood and of stone, and adhered as closely to their graven images as though they really had helped them, or could in future deliver them. Only the nation which avowed the true God forsook its God, and left the fountain of living waters to hew out for itself broken cisterns which could hold no water. There seems to have been, speaking after the manner of men, astonishment in the divine mind concerning this, for the Lord says, “Pass over the isles of Chittim, and see; and send unto Kedar, and consider diligently, and see if there be such a thing. Hath a nation changed their gods, which are yet no gods? but my people have changed their glory for that which doth not profit. Be astonished, O ye heavens, at this, and be horribly afraid, be ye very desolate.” In this same chapter the Lord addresses his people with the question, “Can a maid forget her ornaments? or a bride her attire? Yet my people have forgotten me days without number.” And here, in this text, the same astonishment appears, “Why gaddest thou about so ranch to change thy way?” It most certainly was a most unreasonable tiling that a people with such a God, who had dealt out to tlieiu so graciously the riches of his love, and had wrought such wonders on their behalf, should turn from him to the worship of Baal or Ashtaroth, mimic gods which had ears but heard not, eyes but saw not, and did but mock the worshippert who were deluded by them.

As in a glass I see myself in these people. The spiritual people of God are well imaged in the typical nation; for, alas! waywardness and wandering of heart are the diseases not only of the Israelites of old, but also of the true Israel now. The same expostulations may be addressed to us as to that erring nation of old, for wc.as perpetuallj’’ backslide, and as constantly forget the Almighty One, to put our trust in an arm of flesh. He saith to us also, “Why gaddest thou about so much?” For we are, alas! too often false to him, forgetting him, and wandering hither and thither, rather than abiding in close and constant fellowship with God our exceeding joy.

I desire to put this question to believers, and then to tho unconverted. May the Holy S])irit bless it to each class.

If you read this question, taking it in its connection, you will see in the first place, that there is a relationship mentioned. The question is asked, “Why gaddest thou about so much?” The inquiry is not made of a traveller, nor of one whose business it is to journey from pole to pole, and to investigate distant lands. It is not asked of a wayfarer lodging for a night, nor of a homeless vagrant who finds a ])oor shelter beneath every bush; but it is asked by God of his people Israel, describing them under the character of a married wi fe. He represents the nation of Israel as being married unto himself, himself the husband of Israel, and Israel his bride. To persons bearing that character the question comes with great force, “Why gaddest thou about so much?” Let others wander who have no central object of attraction, who have no liouso, and no “hnnsi, — I)and,” to bind ihem to the spot; but thou, a married wife, how canst thou wander? What hast thou t6 do in traversing strange ways? How canst thou excuse thyself? If thou wert not false to thy relationship thou couldst not do so? No, beloved, we strain no metaphor when we say that there exists between the soul of eveiy believer and Jesus Christ, a relationship admirably imaged in the conjugal tie. We are married unto Christ. He has betrothed our souls unto him-Bclf. He paid our dowry on the cross. He espoused himself unto us in righteousness, in the covenant of grace. We have accepted him as our Lord and husband. We have given ourselves up to him, and imder the sweet law of his love wo ought to dwell evermore in his house. He is the bridegroom of our souls, and he has arrayed us in the wedding dress of his own righteousness. Now it is to us who own this marriage union, and who are allied to the Lord Jesus by ties so tender, that the Well Beloved says, “Why gaddest thou about so much?”

Observe, that the wife’s place may be described as a threefold one. In the first place, she should abide in dependence upon ht.r husband’’ s care. It would be looked upon as a very strange thing if a wife should be overheard to speak to another man, and say, “Come and assist in providing for me.” If she should cross the street to another’s house and say to a stranger, “I have a diificulty and a trouble; will you relieve me from it? I feel myself in great need, but I shall not ask my husband to help me, though he is rich enough to give me any thing I require, and wise enough to direct me, but I come to you a stranger, in whom I have no right to confide, and from whom I have no right to look for love, and I trust myself svith you, and confide in you rather than in my husband.” This would be a very wicked violation of the chastity of the wife’s heart: her dependence as a married woman with a worthy husband, must be solely fixed on him to whom she is bound in wedlock. Transfer the firrurc, for it is tven so with us and tlic Lord Jesus. It is a tender topic; let it tenderly touch your heart and mine What right have I, when I am in trouble, to seek an arm of flesh to lean upon, or to pour my grief into an earth-born ear in preference to casting my care on God, and telling Jesus all ray sorrows? If a human friend had the best intentions, yet he is not like my Lord, he never died for me, he never ehed his blood for me, and if he loves me he cannot love me as the husband of my soul can love! My Lord’s love is ancient as eternity, deeper than the sea, firmer than the hills, changeless as his own Deity; how can I seek another friend in preference to him? What a slight I put upon the affection of my Saviour! What a slur upon his condescending sympathy towards me! How I impugn his generosity and mistrust his power if, in my hour of need, I cry out, “Alas! I have no friend.” No friend while Jesus lives! Dare I say I have no helper? No helper while the Mighty One upon whom God has laid help still exists with arm unparalyzed and heart unchanged? Can I murmur and lament that there is no escape for me from my tribulations? No escape while my Almighty Saviour lives, and feels my every grief? Do you see my point? Put it in that shape, and the question, “Why gaddest thou about so much to look after creatures as grounds of dependence!” becomes a very deep and searching one. Why, O believer, dost thou look after things which are seen, and heard, and handled, and recognized by the sense, instead of trusting in thine unseen but not unknown Redeemer? Oh! why, why, thou spouse of the Lord Jesus, why gaddest thou about so much? Hao we not even fallen into this evil with regard to our own salvation? After a time of enjoyment it sometimes happens that our graces decline, and we lose our spiritual enjoyment, and as we are very apt to depend upon our own experience, our faith also droops. Is not this unfaithfulness to the finished work and perfect merit of our great Substitute? We knew at the first, when we were under conviction of sin, that Ave could not rest on any thing within ourselves, and yet that truth is always slipping away from our memories, and we try to build upon past experi« ences, or to rely upon present enjoyments, or some form or other of personal attainment. Do we really wish to exchange the sure rock of our salvation for the unstable sand of our own feelings? Can it be that having once walked by faith we now choose to walk by sight? Are graces, ind frames, and enjoyments, to be preferred to the tried foundation of the Redeemer’s atonement? Be it remembered that even the work of the Holy Spirit, if it be depended upon as aground of acceptance with God, becomes as much an antichrist as though it were not the work of the Holy

Spirit at all. Dare we so blaspheme the Holy Ghost as to make his work in us a rival to the Saviour’s work for us? Shame on us that we should thus doubly sin! The best things are mischievous when put in the wrong place. Good works have “necessary uses,” but they must not be joined to the work of Christ as the groundwork of our hope. Even precious gold may be made into an idol-calf, and that which the Lord himself bestows may be made to be a polluted thing, like that brazen sei*pent which once availed to heal, but when it was idolized came to be styled by no better name than “a piece of brass,” and was broken and put away. Do not continually harp upon what thou art, and what thou art not; thy salvation does not rest in these things, but in thy Lord. Go thou and stand at the foot of the cross, still an empty-handed sinner to be filled with the riches of Christ; a sinner black as the tents of Kedar in thyself, and comely only through thy Lord.

Again, the wife’s position is not only one of sole depend- ( »ic€ upon her husband’s care, but it should be, and is, a jiosHion of sole delight in her husbancVs love. To be suspected of desiring aught of man’s affection beyond that, would be the most serious imputation that could be cast upon a wife’s character. We are again upon very tender ground, and I beseech each of you who are now thinking of your Lord, consider yourself to be on very tender ground too, for you know what our God lias said — “The Lord thy God is a jealous God.” That is a very wonderful and suggestive expression — “a jealous God.” See that it be engraven on your hearts. Jesus -Nrill not endure it that those of us who love him should divide our hearts between him and something else. The love which is strong as death is linked with a jealousy cruel as the grave, “the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a niasL vehement flame.” The royal word to the spouse is, “Forge. also thine own kindred, and thy father’s house; so shall the King greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and w vrship thou him.” Of course, beloved, the Master never coi demns that proper natural affection which we are bound U* give, and which it is a part of our sanctification to give in ^ts due and proper j)roportion to those who are related tf us. Besides, we are bound to love all the saints, and all ruankind in their proper place and measure. But there is a love which is f o. the Master alone. Inside the heart there must be a sar sftnn sanctorum within the veil, where he himself alone nust shine like the Shechinah, and reign on the mercj seat. There must be a glorious high throne within our s, irits, where the true Solomon alone must sit; the lions of w atchful zeal must guard each step of it. There must lie, the King in his beauty, sit enthroned, sole monarch of the heart’s affections. But, alas! alas! how often have we gone far U provoke his anger! We have set up the altars of strangs gods hard by the holy place. Sometimes a favorite child has been idolized; another time, perhaps our own persons have been admired and pampered. We have been unwilling to suffer though we know it to be the Lord’s will: we were detennined to make provision for the flesh. We have nt t been willing to hazard our substance for Christ, thuH jaiMing our worldly comfort our chief delight, instead of f .t,/ing that wealth to be well lost which is lost as the rf>- /t o( Jehovah’s will. Oh, how soon we make idols! Id- .-ma“- ing was not only the trade of Ephesus, but it is a trade all the world over. Making shrines for Diana, nay, shrines for Bclf, we are all master craftsmen at this in some form or another. Images of jealousy, which become abominations of desolation, we have set up. We may even exalt some good pursuit into an idol, even work for the Master may sometimes take his place; as was the case with Maitha, we are cumbered with much serving, and often think more about the serving than of him who is to be served; the secret being,that we are too mindful of how ice may look in the serving, and not enough considerate of him, and of how he may be honored by our service. It is so very easy for our busy spirits to gad about, and so very difficult to sit at the Master’s feet. Now, Christian, if thou hast been looking after this and after that secondary matter; if thy mind has been set too much upon worldly business, or upon any form of earthly love, the Master says to thee, “My spouse, my beloved, why gaddest thou about so much?” Let us confess our fault, and return unto our rest. Let each one sing plaintively in the chamber of his heart some such song as this —

*’ Why should my foolish passions rove?
Where can such sweetness be
As I have tasted in thy love.
As I have found in thee?

Wretch that I am, to wander thua

In chase of false delight:
Let me be fasten’d to thy crosa.

Rather than lose thy sight.”

But a third position, which I think will be recognized by every wife as being correct, is not simply dependence upon her husband’s cai’e and delight in her husband’s love, but also diligence in her husbancVs house. The good housewife, as Solomon tells us, “looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.” She is not a serlant, her position is very different from that, but for thai very reason she uses the more diligence. A servant’s work may sometimes be finished, but a wife’s never. “She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.” She rejoices willingly to labor as no servant could be expected to do. “She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly wiih her hands.” “She girdeth her loins -svath strength, and Btrengthcneth her arms. She perceiveth that her merchan disc is good: her candle goeth not out by night. She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaft’.” All through the live-long night she watches her sick child, and then through the weary day as well the child is still tended, and the household cares are still heavy upon her. She relaxes never. She counts that her house is her kingdom, and she cares for it with incessant care. The making of her husband happy, and the training up of her children in the fear of God, that is her business. The good housewife is like Sarah, of whom it is written, that when the angels asked Abraham, “Where is Sarah thy wife?” he answered, “Behold she is in the tent.” It would have been well for some of her descendants had they been “in the tent,” too, for Dinah’s going forth to see the daughters of the land cost her dear. Now, this is the position, the exact position of the chaste lover of Jesus, he dwells at home with Jesus, among his own people. The Christian’s place with regard to Christ is to be diligently engaged in Christ’s house. Some of us can say, I trust, that we do naturally care for the souls of men. We were born by God’s grace, to care for them, and could not be happy, any more than «iome nurses can be happy without the care of children, unless we have converts to look after, and weaklings to cherish. It is well for the church when there are many of her members, beside her pastors and deacons, who care for the soids of those who are born in the church. The church is Christ’s family mansion. It should be the home of new-born souls, where tlicy arc fi’d with food convenient for them, nourished, comforted, and educated for the better land. You have all something to do; you who are married to Christ have all a part assigned you in the household of God. He has given you each a happy task. It may be that you have to suffer in secret for hira, or you have to talk to two or three, or perhaps in a little village station, or at the corner of a street you have to preach, or possibly it is the distribution of a handful of tracts, or it is looking after the souls of a few women in your district, or teaching a class of children. Whatever it is, if we have been growing at all negligent, if we have not thrown our full strength into his work, and have been expending our vigor somewhere else, may not the question come very pertinently home to us, “Why gaddest thou about so much?” Why that party of pleasure, that political meeting, that late rising, that waste of time? Hast thou nothing better to do? Thou hast enough to do for thy husband and his church, if thou doest it well. Thou hast not a minute to spare, the King’s business requireth haste. Our charge is too weighty and too dear to our hearts to admit of sloth. The Lord has given us as much to do as we shall have strength and time to accomplish by his grace, and we have no energies to spare, no talents to wrap up in napkins, no

hours to idle in the market-place. One thing we do: that one thing should absorb all our powers. To neglect our holy life-work is to wrong our heavenly Bridegroom. Put this matter in a clear light, my brethren, and do not shut your eyes to it. Have you any right to mind earthly things? Can you serve two masters? What, think you, would any kind husband here think, if when he came home the children had been neglected all day, if there was no meal for hira after his day’s work, and no care taken of his house whatever? “Might he not well give a gentle rebuke, or turn away with a tear in his eye? And if it were long continued, might he not almost be justified if he should say — “My house yields me no comfort! This woman acts not as a wife to me I ‘*

And yet, bethink thee, soul, is not this what thou hast done with thy Lord? When he has come into his house has he not found it in sad disorder, the morning prayer neglected, the evening supplication but poorly oiFered, those little childi-en but badly taught, and many other works of love forgotten. It is thy business as well as his, for thou art one with him, and yet thou hast failed in it. Might he not justly say to thee, “I have little comfort in thy fellowship? I will get me gone until thou treatest me better, and when thou longest for me, and art willing to treat me as I should be treated, then I will return to thee, but thou shalt see my face no more till thou hast a truer heart towards me?” Thus in personal sadness have I put this question; the Lord give us tender hearts while answering it.

Painful as the inquiry is, let us turn to the question again. A reason is requested; what shall we give? “Why gaddest thou about so much?” I am at a loss to give any answer. I can suppose that without beating about the bush, an honest heart convinced of its ingratitude to Christ would say, “My Lord, all I can say for myself is to make a confession of the wrong, and if I might make any excuse, which after all is no excuse, it is this, I find myself so fickle at heart, so frail, so changeable; I am like Reuben, unstable as water, and therefore I do not excel.” But I can well conceive that the Master, without being severe, would not allow even of such an extenuation as that, because there are many of us who could not fairly urge it. We are not fickle in other things. We are not unstable in minor matters. Where we love we love most firmly, and a resolve once taken by us is determinedly carried out. We know what it is, some of us, to put our foot down, and declare that haA’ing taking a right step we will not retrace it; and then no mortal power can move us. Now, if we possess this resolute character in other things, it can never be allowable for us to use the excuse of instability. Resolved elsewhere, how canst thou be fickle here? Firm everywhere else, and yet frail here! O soul, Avliat art thou at? This is gratuitous sin, wauton fickleness. Sui-ely thou hast wrought folly in Israel if thou givest the world thy best, and Christ thy worst 1 The world thy decision, and Christ thy wavering! This is but to make thy sin the worse. The excuse becomes an aggravation. It is not true that thou art thus unavoidably fickle. Thou art not a feather blown with every Mnnd, but a man of purpose and will; oh, why then so soon removed from thy best Beloved One?

I will ask thee a few questions, not so much by way of answering the inquiry, as to show how difficult it is to answer it. “Why gaddest thou about so much?” Has thy Lord given thee any oftence? Has he been unkind to thee? Has the Lord Jesus spoken to thee like a tyrant, and played the despot over thee? Must thou not confess that in all his dealings with thee in the past, love, unmingled love, has been his rule? He has borne patiently with thine ill-manners; when thou hast been foolish he has given thee wisdom, and he has not upbraided thee, though he might have availed himself of the opportunity of that gift, as men so often do, to give a word of upbraiding at the same time. He has not turned against thee or been thine enemy, why then be so cold to him? Is this the way to deal with one so tender and so good? Let me ask thee, has thy Saviour changed? Wilt thou dare to think he is untrue to thee? Is he not “the same yesterday, to-day, and forever?” That cannot, then, be an apology for thine unfaithfulness. Has he been unmindful of his promise? He has told thee to call upon him in the day of trouble, and he will deliver thee; has he failed to do so? It is written, “No good thing will he wiLnhold from them that walk uprightly.” Has Le with-Iield a really good thing from thee when thou hast walked * uprightly? If, indeed, he had played thee false, thine excuse for deserting him might claim a hearing, but thou darest not say this. Thou knowest that he is faithful and true.

“Why gaddest thou about so much?” Hast thou fotmd any happiness in gadding about? I confess, sorrowfully, to wandering often and wandering much, but I am ready enough to acknowledge that I get no peace, no comfort by my wanderings, but like a forlorn spirit I traverse dry places, seeking rest and finding none. If for a day, or a part of a day, my thoughts are not upon my Lord, the hour is dreary, and my time hangs heavily; and if my thought ig spent upon other topics even connected with my work in the church of God, if I do not soon come back to him, if I have no dealings with him in prayer and praise, I find the wheels of my chariot taken oft’, and I drag along right heavily.

“The day is dark, the night is long,
Unblest with thoughts of thee.
And dull to me the sweetest song.
Unless its theme thou be.”

The soul that has once learned to swim in the river of Christ will, when his presence is withdrawn, be like a fish laid by the fisherman on the sandy shore, it begins to palpitate in dii*e distress, and ere long it will die, if not again restored to its vital element. You cannot get the flavor of the bread of heaven in your mouth, and afterwards contentedly feed on ashes. He who has never tasted any thing but the brown, gritty cakes of this world, may be very well satisfied with them; but he who has once tasted the pure white bread of heaven can never be content with the old diet. It spoils a man for satisfaction with this world to have had heart-ravishing dealings with the world to come. I mean not that it spoils him for practical activity in it, for the heavenly life is the truest life even for earth, but it spoils him for the sinful pleasures of this world; it prevents his feeding his soul upon any thing save the Lord Jesus Christ’s sweet love. Jesus is the chief ingredient of all his joy, and he finds that no other enjoyment beneath the sky is worth a moment’s comparison with the King’s wines on the lees, well refined. “Why then gaddest thou about so much?” For what, oh! for what reason dost thou wander? When a child luns away from its home, because it has a brutal parent, it is excused; but when the child leaves a tender mother and an affectionate father, what shall Ave say? If the sheep quits a barren field to seek after needed pasturage, who shall blame it? But if it leaves the green pastures, and forsakes the still waters to roam over the arid aand, or to go bleating in the forest among the wolves, in the midst of danger, how foolish a creature it proves itsnlf! Such has been our folly. We have left gold for dross! We have forsaken a throne for a dunghill? We have quitted scarlet and fine linen for rags and beggary! We have hft a palace for a hovel! We have turned from sunlight into darkness! We have forsaken the shining of the San of Righteousness, the sweet summer weather of communion, the singing of the birds of promise, and the turtle voice of the divine Spirit, and the blossoming of the roses and the fair lilies of divine love, to shiver in frozen regions among the ice caves and snow of absence from the Lord’s presence. God forgive us, for we have no excuse for this folly.

“Why gaddest thou about so much?” Hast thou not always had to pay for thy gaddings, aforetime! 0 pilgrim, it is hard getting back again to the right road. Every believer knows how wise John Bunyan was when he depicted Christian as bemoaning himself bitterly when he had to go back to the harbor where he had slept and lost his rolh He had to do a triple journey; first to go on, and then to go back, and then to go on again. The back step is weary marching. Remember, also. Bypath MeadoAV, and Doubting Castle, and Giant Despair. ‘Twas an ill day when the pilgrims left the narrow way. No gain, but untold loss comes of forsaking the way of holiness and fellowship. What is there in such a prospect to attract you from the happy way of communion with Christ. Perhaps tho last time you wandered, you fell into sin, or you met with a grief which overwhelmed you: ought not these mishaps to teach you? Being burned will you not dread the fire? Having aforetime been assaulted when in forbidden paths, will you not now keep to the king’s highway, wherein no Lon or any other ravenous beast shall be found?

“Why gaddest thou about so much?” Dost thou not evon now feel the drawings of his love attracting thee to himself? This heavenly impulse should make the question altogether unanswerable. You feel sometimes a holy impulse to pray, and yet do not pray; you feel, even now, as if you wished to behold the face of your Beloved, and yet you will go forth into the world without him; is this as it should be? The Holy Spirit is saying in your soul, “Arise from the bed of thy sloth, and seek him whom thy soul loveth.” If your sloth prevents your rising how will you excuse yourself? Even now I hear the Beloved knocking at your door. Will you not hasten to admit him? Are you too idle? Dare you say to him, “I have put off my coat, how can I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?” If you keep him without in the cold and darkness while his head is wet with dew, and his locks with the drops of the night, what cruelty is this? Is this thy kindness to thy friend? Can you hear him say, “Open to me, my love, my dove, my undefiled;” and can you be deaf to his appeals? Oh that he may gently make for himself an entrance. May he put in his hand by the hole of the door, and may your bowels be moved for him! May you rise up and open to him, and then your hands will drop with myrrh, and your fingers with sweet-smelling myrrh upon the handles of the lock. But remember if you neglect him now, it will cost you much to find him when you do arise, for he viR make you traverse the streets after him, and the watchmen will smite you, and take away your veil. Rise and admit him now.

“Behold I your Bridegroom’s at the door!
He geutly knocks, has kiiock’d before:
Has w aited long; is waiting still:
You treat no other friend so ill.

Oh lovely attitude! he stands
WitU melting heart and laden hands;
Delj*y no more, lest he depart,
Admit him to your inmost heart.*

Yet again, een now, he calls you. Run after him, foi lie draws yon. Approach him, for he invites you. God grant it may be so!

I wish I had the power to handle a topic like this as Rutherford, or HerLert, or Hawker would have done, so as to touch all your hearts, if you are at this hour without enjoyment of fellowship with Jesus. But, indeed, I am so much one of yourselves, so much one who has to seek the Master’s face myself, that I can scarcely press the question upon yoti, but must rather press it upon myself. “Why gaddest thou about so much to change thy way? “Blessed shall be the time when our wanderings shall cease, when we shall see him face to face, and rest in his bosom! Till then, if we are to know any thing of heaven here below, it must be by living close to Jesus, abiding at the foot of his cross, depending on his atonement, looking for his coming — that glorious hope, preparing to meet him with lamps well trimmed, watching for the midnight cry, “Behold, the Bridegroom cometh;” standing even in his presence; looking up to him as we see him pleading before the throne, and believing that he is ever with us, even unto the end of the world. Oh may we be in future so fixed in heart that the question need not again be asked of us,” Why gaddest thou about so much? ‘*

And now I have to use the text for a few minuter, in addressing those who are not converted.

I trust that some of you who are not yet saved, neverthe« less have a degree of desire towards Clirisl. It is well when like the climbing plant, the heart throws ^ui tendrils, trying to grasp something by the help of which it may in(Miiit higher. I hope that dssire of yours after better things, and after Jesus, is something more than nature could have imparted. Grace is the source of gracious desires. But that is not the point. Your desires may he right, and yet your methods of action mistaken. You have been trying .lftcr peace, but you have been gadding about to find it. The context says that the Israelites would soon be as weary of Egypt as they had been of Assyria. Read the whole passage: “Why gaddest thou about so much to change thy way? thou also shalt be ashamed of Egypt, as thou wast ashamed of Assyria. Yea, thou shalt go forth from him, and thine hands upon thine head: for the Lord hath rejected thy confidences, and thou shalt not prosper in them.” Jeremiah ii. 36, 37. Their gadding about would end in their being confounded at last as they were at first. Once they trusted in Assyria, and the Assyrians carried them away captive; that was the end of their former false confidence. Then they trusted in Egypt, and met with equal disappointment. When a man is at first alarmed about his soul, he will do any thing rather than come to Christ. Christ is a harbor that no ship ever enters except under stress of weather. Mariners on the sea of life steer for any port except the fair haven of free grace. When a man first finds comfort in his own good works, he thinks he has done well. “Wh’,” says he, “this must be the way of salvation; I am not a drunkard now, I have taken the pledge; I am not a Sabbath-breaker now, I have taken a seat at a place of worship. Go in, and look at my house, sir; you will see it as different as possible from what it was before; there is a moral change in me of a most wonderful kind, and surely this will suffice!” Now, if God be dealing with that man in a way of grace, he will soon be ashamed of his false confidence. He will be thankful, of course, that he has been led to morality, but he will find that bed too short to stretch himself on it. He will discover that the past still lives; that Ms old sins are buried only in imagination — the ghosta of them will haunt him, they will alarm his conscience. He will be compelled to feel that sin is a scarlet stain, not to be so readily washed out as he fondly dreamed. His self-righteons refuge will prove to be a bowing wall and a tottering fence Driven to extremities by the fall of his tower of Babel, the top of which was to reach to heaven, he grows weary of his former hopes. He finds that all the outwararelio-ion he can muster will not suffice, that even the purest morality is not enough; for over and above the thundenngs of conscience there comes clear and shrill as the voice of a trumpet, “Ye must be born again;” “Except a man lpe born aain, he cannot see the kingdom of God;” “Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye can in nowise enter into the kingdom of heaven.” Well, then, what does he do? He resolves to find another shelter, to exchange Assyria for Egypt. That is to say, as work will not do, he will try feeling; and the poor soul will labor to pump up repentance out of a rocky heart, and, failing to do so, will mistake despair for contrition. He will try as much as possible to feel legal convictions. He will sit down and read the books of Job and Jeremiah, till he half hopes that by becoming a companion of dragons, and an associate of owls, he may find rest. He seeks the living among the dead, comfort from the law, healing from a sword. He conceives that if he can feel up to a certain point, he can be saved; if he

can repent to a certain degree, if he can be alarmed with fears of hell up to fever heat, then he may be .aved. But ere long, if God is dealing with Inm he gets to ])c as much ashamed of his feelings as of his works. He is thankful for them as far as they are good, but he feels that he could not depend upon them, and he recollects hat it feeling were the way of salvation he deserves to feel hell itself, and that to feel any thing .hort of eternal wra h would not meet the law’s demands. The question may fa ly be put to one who thus goes the round of works, and feelings, and perhaps of ceremonies, and mortifications, “Why gaddest thou about so much?” It will all end in notliiiig. You may gad about as long as you will, but you will never gain peace, except by simple faith in Jesus. All the while you are roaming so far, the gospel is nigh you, where you now are, in your present state, available to you in your present condition now, for “now is the accepted time; now is the day of salvation.” O sinner, thou art thinking to brincr something to the Most High God, and yet he bids thee come without money and without price. Thy Father saith to thee, “Come now, and let us reason together; though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” He declares to you the way of salvation. “Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.” He calls to you in his gracious word, and says, “Whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.” He bids you trust in his Son, who is the appointed Saviour, for he hath laid help upon one that is mighty. He thus addresses you: “Incline your ear unto me, and come unto me: hear and your soul shall live; and I will make an everlasting covenant with you, even the sure mercies of David.” You want pardon, and he cries from the cross, “Look unto me and be ye saved, all ye ends of the earth.” You want justification; the Father points you to his Son, and says, “By his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many, for he shall bear their iniquities.” You want salvation ;he directs you to him who is exalted on high to give repentance and remission of sins. The God of heaven bids you look to his dear Son, and trust hira. Though I preach this gospel every day of the week, scarcely a day passes without my telling the old, old story, yet it is ever new. If you who hear me so often grow weary of it, it is the fault of my style of putting it, for to myself it seems fresher every day! To think that the tender Father should Bay to the prodigal son, “I ask nothing of thee; I am willing to receive thee, sinful, guilty, vile as thou art; though g8 THE SIN OF GADDING ABOUT.

thou hast injured me, and spent my substance Avitli harlots; though thou hast fed swine; though thou art fit to he nothing but a swine-feeder all thy days; yet come thou as thou art to my loving bosom; I will rejoice over thee, and kiss thee, and say, ‘Bring forth the best robe and put it on him, yp it a ring on his hands, and shoes on his feet! ’ “Sinner, God grant thee grace to end all thy roamings in thy Father’s bosom. “Why gaddest thou about so much?” Henoun ce all other hopes and fly away to the wounds of Jesus. “Why gaddest thou about so much to change thy way T” listen and obey these closing lines: —

“Weary souls who wander wide
From the central point of bliss.
Turn to Jesus crucified,
Fly to those dear wounds of his:
Sink into the purple flood.
Rise into the life of God.

Find in Christ, the way of peace,
Peace, unspeakable, unknown;
By his pain he gives you ease.
Life by his expiring groan:
Rise, exalted by his fall;
Find in Christ your all in all.”