A Letter To A Friend
I do not know how long I have to be healthy, how long I have to share the large volume of Truth with which God has entrusted me. Yes, there is much in my head. I pray my heart will swell as it is meditated upon and taken as mine. I am overflowing with materials, but as a full cup that drains with each sip, I need refilling quickly as I have a soul that hungers and thirsts as a dying man in a desert. I have wasted much time. I have little time left. There is a great work to be done in my soul. I did not do as God bids the young one. I wasted my early years. Now, I must steal from myself those early mornings, extra moments throughout the day and those solemn night times.
Oh, my flesh would be pampered, I know, but it must not be, as I am on a journey that is as dangerous as fighting Indians or the worse plague that ever was. I have a wretched heart that must be mortified. All that is the old must become new. Yes, grace is mine, because Christ is mine! But, my duty is to fetch that precious grace in, as I have need. Oh, I have great need, I have great need. Be patient, my friend, as you see my wretchedness. It is black as ever was black. This is why I have such a need for Christ and His grace. I need Him second by second as my Prophet, Priest and King. Pray for me as you see my sins, I want them mortified more and more each day.
Help me in my journey as a fellow pilgrim to the Celestial City by your longsuffering love for my soul. Let me see the tears roll from your cheek, as you see me fall. Let not the temptation to be irritably quick to judge me as lost, overcome you. See me as yourself, needing Great Loving Mercy. If you see me out of my duty, let not the sin of anger rise in your heart. How then can you weep and pray with me for my recovery? Oh, friend, grieve for my sin, I ask you to grieve. Cry to God as you see my wretched heart. Be to me as one that loves more than a brother. Be to me one that would have Heaven for all those that he loves.
Let us all love, so that we lift each other up towards Heaven, away from our wretched selves. Remembering that it is our wretchedness that makes Christ Precious to us, it is for our sin that He took God's Wrath upon himself. The deep love and need we have for Christ should make us each weep for the others sins, as we are all sinners. It is our pride that rises up in irritation, as if we are better. It is in meekness and love that we are commanded to approach our fellow Pilgrims. This can only stem from a right view of our own condition. Oh, my pilgrim friend, watch over my soul, let me not go the wrong way!
Let us all so love, that we lift each other up towards Heaven, away from our wretched selves; that our "charity suffereth long and is kind...envieth not...vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up; doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil: Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth." Oh, that we would "beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things and endureth all things". (I Corinthians 13:4-7)
I write this to you my friend because I am a sinner and in need of great help. I, too, have great need of this letter...it is to me, it is for me, it is to awaken me out of the deep sleep of self. I beg of thee my friend, pray for me, weep for me, that I would persevere in sanctification unto the end. That the love of Christ would overcome my very being. That on that Great Day I would hear those Precious words, "Well done; thou good and faithful servant...enter thou into the joy of the Lord." (Matthew 25:23)
A Fellow Pilgrim.
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