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October 9
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In
some sense the path to heaven is very safe, but in other respects there
is no road so dangerous. It is beset with difficulties. One false step
(and how easy it is to take that if grace be absent), and down we go.
What a slippery path is that which some of us have to tread! How many
times have we to exclaim with the Psalmist, "My feet were almost
gone, my steps had well nigh slipped." If we were strong, sure-footed
mountaineers, this would not matter so much; but in ourselves, how weak
we are! In the best roads we soon falter, in the smoothest paths we
quickly stumble. These feeble knees of ours can scarcely support our
tottering weight. A straw may throw us, and a pebble can wound us; we
are mere children tremblingly taking our first steps in the walk of
faith, our heavenly Father holds us by the arms or we should soon be
down. Oh, if we are kept from falling, how must we bless the patient
power which watches over us day by day! Think, how prone we are to sin,
how apt to choose danger, how strong our tendency to cast ourselves
down, and these reflections will make us sing more sweetly than we have
ever done, "Glory be to him, who is able to keep us from falling."
We have many foes who try to push us down. The road is rough and we
are weak, but in addition to this, enemies lurk in ambush, who rush
out when we least expect them, and labour to trip us up, or hurl us
down the nearest precipice. Only an Almighty arm can preserve us from
these unseen foes, who are seeking to destroy us. Such an arm is engaged
for our defence. He is faithful that hath promised, and he is able to
keep us from falling, so that with a deep sense of our utter weakness,
we may cherish a firm belief in our perfect safety, and say, with joyful
confidence, "Against
me earth and hell combine, October
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