I'm Nobody, who are you?

It is curious that the vogue pursuit today is the knowledge–the experience–of good and evil. In fact, we have reached the point where the lines separating the two regions disappear altogether. We moderns talk about sexual liberation and yet, even without AIDS and a host of other sexually transmitted diseases, we know the morning after that “when people are unfettered they are freed, but not yet free.” From what does such a sexual liberation free us? From homes where family members care about each other—turning them instead into places where selfish individuals constantly look after their own independence? Or how about the freedom to end the lives of unborn infants? How free is the woman who realizes she has taken her child’s life? How free is a jet-set yuppie who finds that he can’t quit cocaine whenever he wants to? A corporate executive may have millions by breaking all the rules, but is he free?

You will never find Jesus so precious as when the world is one vast howling wilderness. Then he is like a rose blooming in the midst of the desolation, a rock rising above the storm.

When faith hath bathed a man’s heart in the blood of Christ, it is so mollified that it quickly dissolves into tears of godly sorrow; so that if Christ but turn and look upon him, oh, then with Peter he goes out and weeps bitterly. And this is true Gospel mourning; this is right evangelical repenting.