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Chapter
II
THE SECRET OF VICTORY OVER
SIN
THESE DAYS OF WAR remind
us afresh of the man who reported to his commanding officer, "I
have taken a prisoner." His commander said, "Bring him along with you."
"He won't come," complained the soldier. "Well, then, come yourself,"
replied the officer. "I can't. He won't let me," was the final
acknowledgment. I fear there is a great deal of Christian victory
that is no deeper than that. All Christians have indeed been freed
from the penalty of sin. But what about sin's power? Are we
to camp forever around the truth of our justification, that "where sin
abounded, grace did much more abound"? Were we justified that we
might be legally safe, or that we might become morally and spiritually
sound? Were we not declared righteous in Christ that we might be
holy in life?
Most of God's children seem
to have assumed the position that, having been justified, it is quite optional
whether or not we live unto ourselves. Our restless and uneasy consciences
would often stir us up to heart conviction of our unholiness. But
we have contented ourselves with our judicial standing in Christ.
We have misused and abused the blessed truth that "if any man sin, we have
an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous." Perhaps unconsciously
to ourselves, we have settled down to an ordinary and defeated Christian
life, a customary unholiness. When the Captain of our salvation looks
to us to be more than conquerors, to triumph in every place and take captivity
captive, we cannot bring our sinful lives into obedience. "Well,
then, come yourself," cries our Captain. But indwelling sinful self
"won't let me."
Some Christians have been
affrighted by the fanatical extremes of perfectionism. Their fears
are not without foundation. However, we commend to the reader the
wise words of Dr. A. J. Gordon:
Divine truth as revealed
in Scripture seems often to lie between two extremes. If we regard
the doctrine of sinless perfection as a heresy, we regard contentment with
sinful imperfection as a greater heresy. And we gravely fear that
many Christians make the apostle's words, "If we say that we have no sin,
we deceive ourselves," the unconscious justification for a low standard
of Christian living. It were almost better for one to overstate the
possibilities of sanctification in his eager grasp after holiness, than
to understate them in his complacent satisfaction with a traditional unholiness.
Certainly it is not an edifying spectacle to see a Christian worldling
throwing stones at a Christian perfectionist.
But what saith the Scripture?
"Shall we continue in sin, that grace may abound? God forbid" (Rom.
6:1, 2).
Is the reader one of those
souls who has discovered that, whereas you thought you had taken a prisoner
captive, you find yourself a slave, a veritable victim of self and indwelling
sin? You find yourself double-minded and unstable in all your ways?
You cry with Paul: "The good that I would I do not: but the evil which
I would not, that I do." You have watched and prayed. You have struggled
and fought, you have, mourned and wept over the futility of your effort
to, live for Christ. You may have tried to pray all night, or to
"pray through" in order to "get the blessing." How often you have been
filled with disgust and shame and secret weeping over your inward wrongness!
But in spite of all your agonizing and strivings, you find your resolutions
only so many ropes of sand. Self can never cast out self. You
are becoming weaker and weaker in your struggle against sin. Even
your faith seems to be fading out. When you "would" take sin a prisoner,
bring him along, lock him up, and let him have no liberty, you find that
you are actually the captive. Sin and self are in virtual control
of the entire sweep of your life. What inward tragedy and conflict
and defeat! Oh, the folly and futility of self-effort!
But there is a redeeming
feature. Faith is often born in despair. To become exceeding
sinful in our own eyes may bring us to Paul's heart-rending cry: "O wretched
man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death?" (Rom.
7:24.)
God is a tower without a
stair,
And His perfection loves
despair.
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