We have to think of what a place we live in. The
world is a howling wilderness to many of God's people. Some of us are
greatly indulged in the providence of God, but others have a stern fight
of it. We begin our day with prayer, and we hear the voice of
holy song full often in our houses; but many good people have scarcely
risen from their knees in the morning before they are saluted with
blasphemy. They go out to work, and all day long they are vexed with
filthy conversation like righteous Lot in Sodom. Can you even walk the
open streets without your ears being afflicted with foul language? The
world is no friend to grace. The best we can do with this world is to
get through it as quickly as we can, for we dwell in an enemy's country.
A robber lurks in every bush. Everywhere we need to travel with a
"drawn sword" in our hand, or at least with that weapon which is called all-prayer
ever at our side; for we have to contend for every inch of our way.
Make no mistake about this, or you will be rudely shaken out of your
fond delusion. O God, help us, and confirm us to the end, or where shall
we be?
- Charles Spurgeon (All of Grace, Chapter 19: The Fear of Final Falling)
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