Willie Martin
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 Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2003 7:33 am Post subject: An Angry God - 5 |
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The bow of God's wrath is bent, and the arrow made ready on
the string, and justice bends the arrow at your heart, and
strains the bow, and it is nothing but the mere pleasure of
God, and that of an angry God, without any promise or
obligatioti at all, that keeps the arrow one moment from
being made drunk with your blood.
Thus all you that never passed under a great change of
heart, by the mighty power of the Spirit of God upon your
souls; all you that were never born again, and made new
creatures, and raised from being dead in sin, to a state of
new, and before altogether unexperienced light and life, are
in the hands of an angry God.
However you may have reformed your life in many things, and
may have had religious affections, and may keep up a form of
religion in your families and closets, and in the house of
God, it is nothing but his mere pleasure that keeps you
from being this moment swallowed up in everlasting
destruction. However unconvinced you may now be of the truth
of what you hear, by and by you will be fully convinced of
it.
Those that are gone from being in the like circumstances
with you, see that it was so with them; for destruction came
suddenly upon most of them; when they expected nothing of
it, and while they were saying, Peace and safety: now they
see, that those things on which they depended for peace and
safety, were nothing but thin air and empty shadows.
The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one
holds a spider, or some loathsome insect over the fire,
abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked: his wrath towards
you burns like fire; he looks upon you as worthy of nothing
else, but to be cast into the fire; he is of purer eyes than
to bear to have you in his sight; you are ten thousand times
more abominable in his eyes, than the most hateful venomous
serpent is in ours.
Those of you who have mixed your race with another have
offended him infinitely more than ever a stubborn rebel did
his prince; and yet it is nothing but his hand that holds
you from falling into the fire every moment.
It is to be ascribed to nothing else, that you did not go
to hell the last night; that you was suffered to awake again
in this world, after you closed your eyes to sleep. And
there is no other reason to be given, why you have not
dropped into hell since you arose in the morning, but that
God's hand has held you up.
There is no other reason to be given why you have not gone
to hell, since you have sat here in the house of God,
provoking his pure eyes by your sinful wicked manner of
attending his solemn worship. Yea, there is nothing else
that is to be given as a reason why you do not this very
moment drop down into hell.
O sinner! Consider the fearful danger you are in: it is a
great furnace of wrath, a wide and bottomless pit, full of
the fire of wrath, that you are held over in the hand of
that God, whose wrath is provoked and incensed as much
against you, as against many of the damned in hell. You hang
by a slender thread, with the flames of divine wrath
flashing about it, and ready every moment to singe it, and
burn it asunder; and you have no interest in any Mediator,
and nothing to lay hold of to save yourself, nothing to keep
off the flames of wrath, nothing of your own, nothing that
you ever have done, nothing that you can do, to induce God
to spare you one moment. And consider here more particularly
1). Whose wrath it is: it is the wrath of the infinite God.
If it were only the wrath of man, though it were of the most
potent prince, it would be comparatively little to be
regarded. The wrath of kings is very much dreaded,
especially of absolute monarchs, who have the possessions
and lives of their subjects wholly in their power, to be
disposed of at their mere will. Prov. xx. 2. "The fear of a
king is as the roaring of a lion: Whoso provoketh him to
anger, sinneth against his own soul." The subject that very
much enrages an arbitrary prince, is liable to suffer the
most extreme torments that human art can invent, or human
power can inflict. But the greatest earthly potentates in
their greatest majesty and strength, and when clothed in
their greatest terrors, are but feeble, despicable worms of
the dust, in comparison of the great and almighty Creator
and King of heaven and earth. It is but little that they can
do, when most enraged, and when they have exerted the utmost
of their fury. |
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