CHAPTER III (3)

In John xiv, 16, we read of the Comforter. This is the first time He is spoken of as the Comforter. Christ had been their Comforter. God had sent Him to comfort the sorrowing. It was prophesied of Him, “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because He hath anointed me to preach the Gospel to the poor; He has sent me to heal the broken-hearted.” You can’t heal the brokenhearted without the Comforter; but the world would not have the first Comforter, and so they rose up and took Him to Calvary and put him to death; but on going away He said, “I will send you another Comforter; you shall not be comfortless; be of good cheer, little flock; it is the Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.” All these sweet passages are brought to the remembrance of God’s people, and they help us to rise out of the fog and mist of this world. O, what a comforter is the Holy Spirit of God!

THE FAITHFUL FRIEND.

The Holy Spirit tells a man of his faults in order to lead him to a better life. In John xvi, 8, we read: “He is to reprove the world of sin.” Now, there are a class of people who don’t like this part of the Spirit’s work. Do you know why? Because He convicts them of sin; they don’t like that. What they want is some one to speak comforting words and make everything pleasant; keep everything all quiet; tell them there is peace when there is war; tell them it is light when it is dark, and tell them everything is growing better; that the world is getting on amazingly in goodness; that it is growing better all the time; that is the kind of preaching they seek for. Men think they are a great deal better than their fathers were. That suits human nature, for it is full of pride. Men will strut around and say, “Yes, I believe that; the world is improving; I am a good deal better man than father was; my father was too strict; he was one of those old Puritanical men who was so rigid. O, we are getting on; we are more liberal; my father wouldn’t think of going out riding on Sunday, but we will; we will trample the laws of God under our feet; we are better than our fathers.”

That is the kind of preaching which some dearly love, and there are preachers who tickle such itching ears. When you bring the Word of God to bear upon them, and when the Spirit drives it home, then men will say: “I don’t like that kind of preaching; I will never go to hear that man again;” and sometimes they will get up and stamp their way out of church before the speaker gets through; they don’t like it. But when the Spirit of God is at work he convicts men of sin. “When He comes He will reprove the world of sin, of righteousness and of judgment; of sin”—not because men swear and lie and steal and get drunk and murder—“of sin because they believe not on Me.”

THE CLIMAX SIN.

That is the sin of the world. Why, a great many people think that unbelief is a sort of misfortune, but do not know, if you will allow me the expression, it is the damning sin of the world to-day; that is what unbelief is, the mother of all sin. There would not be a drunkard walking the streets, if it were not for unbelief; there would not be a harlot walking the streets, if it were not for unbelief; there would not be a murderer, if it was not for unbelief; it is the germ of all sin. Don’t think for a moment that it is a misfortune, but just bear in mind it is an awful sin, and may the Holy Spirit convict every reader that unbelief is making God a liar. Many a man has been knocked down on the streets because some one has told him he was a liar. Unbelief is giving God the lie; that is the plain English of it. Some people seem to boast of their unbelief; they seem to think it is quite respectable to be an infidel and doubt God’s Word, and they will vainly boast and say, “I have intellectual difficulties; I can’t believe.” Oh that the Spirit of God may come and convict men of sin! That is what we need—His convicting power, and I am so thankful that God has not put that into our hands. We have not to convict men; if we had I would get discouraged, and give up preaching, and go back to business within the next forty-eight hours. It is my work to preach and hold up the Cross and testify of Christ; but it is His work to convict men of sin and lead them to Christ. One thing I have noticed, that some conversions don’t amount to anything; that if a man professes to be converted without conviction of sin, he is one of those stony-ground hearers who don’t bring forth much fruit. The first little wave of persecution, the first breath of opposition, and the man is back in the world again. Let us pray, dear Christian reader, that God may carry on a deep and thorough work, that men may be convicted of sin so that they can not rest in unbelief. Let us pray God it may be a thorough work in the land. I would a great deal rather see a hundred men thoroughly converted, truly born of God, than to see a thousand professed conversions where the Spirit of God has not convicted of sin. Don’t let us cry “Peace, peace, when there is no peace.” Don’t go to the man who is living in sin, and tell him all he has to do is to stand right up and profess, without any hatred for sin. Let us ask God first to show every man the plague of his own heart, that the Spirit, may convict them of sin. Then will the work in our hands be real, and deep, and abide the fiery trial which will try every man’s labor.

Thus far, we have found the work of the Spirit is to impart life, to implant hope, to give liberty, to testify of Christ, to guide us into all truth, to teach us all things, to comfort the believers, and to convict the world of sin.

“Holy Spirit, faithful guide,

Ever near the Christian’s side;

Gently lead us by the hand,

Pilgrims in a desert land;

Weary souls for e’er rejoice,

While they hear that sweetest voice,

Whisp’ring softly, wanderer come!

Follow Me, I’ll guide thee home.

Ever present, truest Friend,

Ever near Thine aid to lend,

Leave us not to doubt and fear,

Groping on in darkness drear,

When the storms are raging sore,

Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o’er;

Whisp’ring softly, wanderer come!

Follow Me, I’ll guide thee home.

When our days of toil shall cease,

Waiting still for sweet release,

Nothing left but heaven and prayer,

Wond’ring if our names were there,

Wading deep the dismal flood,

Pleading nought but Jesus’ blood;

Whisp’ring softly, wanderer come!

Follow Me, I’ll guide thee home.”

“Oh! Spirit of God, whose voice I hear,

Sweeter than sweetest music, appealing

In tones of tenderness and love;

Whose comforts delight my soul, and

Fills the temple of my heart with joy beyond compare.

I need Thee day by day, and each day’s moment, Lord.

I sigh for greater likeness

To Him who loved me unto death, and loves me still.

’Tis Thine to lead me to Him; ’tis Thine to ope the eye,

To manifest His royal glories to my longing heart;

’Tis Thine the slumbering saint to waken

And discipline this blood-touched ear

To hearken to my heavenly Lover’s voice,

And quickly speed His summons to obey.

Oh! Spirit of the Mighty God, uplift my faith

Till heaven’s precious light shall flood my soul,

And the shining of my face declare

That I have seen the face of God.”