"For if there be first a willing mind, it is accepted according to that
a man hath, and not according to that he hath not." - 2 Corinthians 8:12
Sweet thought this to comfort the soul under small attainments," If
there be first a willing mind." Surely, Lord, thou hast given me this;
for thou hast made me willing in the day of thy power. I feel as such,
my soul going forth in desires after thee, as my chief and only good;
though, alas! how continually do I fall short of the enjoyment of thee.
I can truly say, "whom is there in heaven, or upon earth, that I desire
in comparison of thee?" When thou art present, I am at once in heaven;
it makes a very heaven in my soul: thou art the God of my exceeding
joy. When thou art absent my soul pines after thee? And truly, "I count
all things but dung and dross to win thee;" for whatever gifts thou
hast graciously bestowed upon me, in the kindness of friends, in the
affections and charities of life, yet all these are secondary
considerations with my soul. They are more or less lovely, as I see thy
gracious hand in them; but all are nothing to my Lord. Is not this,
dearest Jesus, a willing mind? Is it not made so in the day of thy
power? But in the midst of this, though I feel this rooted desire in me
after thee, yet how often is my heart wandering from thee. Though there
is at the bottom of my heart a constant longing for thy presence, and
the sweet visits of thy love; yet through the mass of unbelief, and the
remains of in-dwelling corruption in my nature, which are keeping down
the soul; how doth the day pass, and how often doth the enemy tempt me
to question my interest in thee. Dearest Jesus! undertake for me. I do
cry out, "When wilt thou come to me," though I am thus kept back from
coming to thee? When wilt thou manifest thyself to my soul, and come
over all these mountains of sin and unbelief, and fill me with a joy
unspeakable and full of glory? And doth Jesus indeed accept from the
willing mind, he hath himself given, according to what a man hath, and
not according to what he hath not? - Doth my Redeemer behold, amidst
the rubbish, the spark of grace he himself hath kindled? Will he
despise the day of small things? No, he will not. It was said of thee,
that" thou shouldest not break the bruised reed, neither quench the
smoking flax." Mine, indeed, is no more. But yet Jesus will bear up the
one, and kindle the other, until he send forth judgment unto victory.
Peace, then, my soul! weak as thou art in thyself, yet art thou strong
in the Lord, and in the power of his might.
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