Satan
labours what he can to provoke the Christian to heart sins - to stir up and
forment these inward motions of sin in the Christians bosom. Hence it is, he
can go about no duty, but these - his imps, I may call them - haunt him; one
motion or other darts in to interrupt him, as Paul tells us of himself, 'When
he would do good, evil was present with him.' If a Christian should turn back
whenever these cross the way of him, he should never go on his journey to
heaven. It is the chief game the devil hath left to play against the children
of God - now his field-army is broken, and his commanding power taken away
which he had over them - to come out of these his holds where he lies skulking,
and fall upon the rear with these suggestions. He knows his credit now is not
so great with the soul as when it was his slave. Then no drudgery work was so
base that it would not do at his command; but now the soul is out of his
bondage, and he must not think to command another's servant as his own. No, all
he can do is to watch the fittest season - when the Christian least suspects -
and then to present some sinful motion, handsomely dressed up, to the eye of
the soul, that the Christian may, before he is aware, take this brat up and
dandle it in his thoughts, till at last he makes it his own by embracing it;
and this he knows will defile the soul; and, may be, this boy sent in at the
window, may open the door to let in a greater thief. Or if he should not so
prevail, yet the guilt of these heart sins, yea, their very neighborhood will
be a sad vexation to a gracious heart, whose nature is so pure that it abhors
all filthiness - so that to be haunted with such notions, is as if a living man
should be chained to a stinking carcass, that wherever he goes he must draw
that after him; and whose love is so dear to Christ, that it cannot bear the
company of those thoughts without amazement and horror, which are so contrary
and abusive to his beloved. This makes Satan so desirous to be ever raking in
the unregenerate part, that as a dunghill stirred, it may offend them both with
the noisome streams which arise from it.
William
Gurnall
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