Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. The Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them—Luke 9: 55, 56.


So with all the Lord's disciples: their continual study should be to avoid that hypercritical disposition to sentence and to destroy other people, while desiring mercy for themselves. The rule which the Lord establishes is that we must expect from Him mercy only in proportion as we shall exercise this grace toward others. The fault-finding disposition that is ready to accuse and condemn everybody, indicates a wrong condition of heart, one against which all the Lord's people should be on guard. Mercy, goodness, love, are the elements of character which He desires to see in the spiritual Israelites, and without which we cannot long continue to be His children.


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Like John and James many of the Lord's people, when indignity is offered the Lord and His cause, have felt like calling down destruction from God upon the wrongdoers. They did not realize the disharmony between such conduct and their service  of the Gospel. It is for the servants of the Truth to remember that as Christians it is for them to seek, by sacrificing themselves for the world, to save the world from the death state and the dying process. Hence they cannot nullify the purpose of their consecration by desiring to wreak vengeance upon their enemies in any sense of the word.


Parallel passages: Deut. 32: 35; Matt. 1: 21; 5: 44; 18: 11; 20: 28; Mark 10: 45; Rom. 12: 17, 19; 1Thes. 5: 15; 1Pet. 2: 23; 3: 9; Luke 19: 10; John 3: 15-17; 10: 10; 12: 47; Rom. 3: 21-27; 4: 24, 25; 5: 6-11; 12: 19-21; 2Cor. 5: 18-21; Heb. 10: 30.


Questions: Have I this week experienced Jesus' delivering works? How? How did it affect me?




IN the minister's morning sermon,

He told of the primal fall,

And how thenceforth the wrath of God

Rested on each and all.


And how, of His will and pleasure,

All souls, save a chosen few,

Were doomed to eternal torture,

And held in the way thereto.


Yet never, by faith's unreason,

A saintlier soul was tried,

And never the harsh old lesson

A tenderer heart belied.


And after the painful service,

On that pleasant, bright first day,

He walked with his little daughter

Through the apple bloom of May.


Sweet in the fresh green meadow

Sparrow and blackbird sung;

Above him its tinted petals

The blossoming orchard hung.


Around, on the wonderful glory,

The minister looked and smiled:

"How good is the Lord, who gives us

These gifts from His hand, my child.


"Behold in the bloom of apples,

And the violets in the sward,

A hint of the old, lost beauty

Of the Garden of the Lord."


Then up spake the little maiden,

Treading on snow and pink,

"O father! These pretty blossoms

Are very wicked, I think.


"Had there been no Garden of Eden,

There had never been a fall,

And if never a tree had blossomed

God would have loved us all."


"Hush, child!" the father answered,

"By His decree man fell;

His ways are in clouds and darkness,

But He doeth all things well.


"And whether by His ordaining

To us cometh good or ill,

Joy or pain, or light or shadow,

We must fear and love Him still."


"O, I fear Him!" said the daughter,

"And I try to love Him, too;

 But I wish He were kind and gentle,

Kind and loving as you."


The minister groaned in spirit,

As the tremulous lips of pain,

And wide, wet eyes uplifted,

Questioned his own in vain.


Bowing his head he pondered

The words of his little one.

Had he erred in his lifelong teachings?

Had he wrong to his Master done?


To what grim and dreadful idol

Had he lent the Holiest Name?

Did his own heart, loving and human,

The God of his worship shame?


And lo! From the bloom and greenness,

From the tender skies above,

And the face of his little daughter,

He read a lesson of love.


No more as the cloudy terror

Of Sinai's Mount of Law,

But as Christ in the Syrian lilies,

The vision of God he saw.


And as when, in the clefts of Horeb,

Of old was His presence known,

The dread, ineffable glory

Was Infinite goodness alone.


Thereafter his hearers noted

In his prayers a tenderer strain,

And never the message of hatred

Burned on his lips again.


And the scoffing tongue was prayerful,

And the blinded eyes found sight,

And hearts as flint aforetime

Grew soft in his warmth and light.


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