Jn.3:8 "The wind
blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it
comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”
"Regarding instant conversions and
forsaking of sin, it is quite true that instantaneous regeneration of the mind
is not a common phenomenon, especially in the present day; but it is also true,
that of all remarkable moral recoveries that do occur, (alas! too few at best,)
almost all are of this kind.
It
is quite true that the upward effort of the will, when it exchanges the madness
of passion for the perceptions of reason, are toilsome and, if successful, long
in coming; and if all transformations of conscience were of the deliberate and
reasonable sort, philosophers could not say too much about their infrequency
and slowness. But the process springs from a higher and more powerful source;
the persuasion is conducted by some new and intense affection, some fresh and
vivid reverence, followed, not led, by the conscience and reason. The weeds are
not painfully plucked up by the cautious hand of tillage, reckoning on its
fruits, but rather burnt out by the blaze of a divine shame and love. And sometimes
the soul is vividly presented with some sublime object, that until then was
veiled, but now the veil is pierced as by a flash from Heaven with an instant
awe and veneration that is sometimes intense enough to fuse the fetters of
habit and drop them to the earth from where they were forged.
The possibility and reality of
such changes, we must remember, like all changes of the affections, they
neither come at the direct command of our will, nor descend on those who watch
for external influences to produce them. Now some go and try this and try that,
and say, 'lo here!' and 'lo there!' But they find that 'the Kingdom of God
comes not by observation." And if we are wanting to be holy for the sake
of being happy, we can be assured of neither; unless first the crust of our
selfish nature is broken by affliction, and bending the head upon the shrine of
sorrow, the cry with a contrition that forgets to be happy, -- a cry that, it
may be, the Divine Spirit will not despise." Martineau.
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