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| Written By Charles Spurgeon |
Strive with all
diligence to keep out that monster - unbelief. It so dishonors Christ, that he
will withdraw his visible presence if we insult him by indulging it. It is true
it is a weed, the seeds of which we can never entirely extract from the soil,
but we must aim at its root with zeal and perseverance.
Among hateful things
it is the most to be abhorred. Its injurious nature is so venomous that he that exercise it and he upon whom it is exercised are both hurt thereby. In thy
case, O believer! it is most wicked, for the mercies of thy Lord in the past,
increase thy guilt in doubting him now.
When thou dost
distrust the Lord Jesus, he may well cry out, "Behold I am pressed under
you, as a cart is pressed that is full of sheaves." This is crowning his
head with thorns of the sharpest kind.
It is very cruel for a well-beloved wife to mistrust a kind
and faithful husband. The sin is needless,
foolish, and unwarranted. Jesus has never given the slightest ground for
suspicion, and it is hard to be doubted by those to whom our conduct is
uniformly affectionate and true.
Jesus is the Son of
the Highest, and has unbounded wealth; it is shameful to doubt Omnipotence and
distrust all-sufficiency. The cattle on a thousand hills will suffice for our
most hungry feeding, and the granaries of heaven are not likely to be emptied
by our eating. If Christ were only a cistern, we might soon exhaust his fullness, but who can drain a fountain? Myriads of spirits have drawn their
supplies from him, and not one of them has murmured at the scantiness of his
resources.
Away, then, with this
lying traitor unbelief, for his only errand is to cut the bonds of communion
and make us mourn an absent Savior. Bunyan tells us that unbelief has "as
many lives as a cat:" if so, let us kill one life now, and continue the
work till the whole nine are gone. Down with thee, thou traitor, my heart
abhors thee.
