[b]The dark tale[/b]
(Gleanings from the Inner Life of Ruth Bryan)
December 31st, 1837. The last day of the year has come again! How rapidly are the wheels of time revolving and bearing me on to a boundless eternity! Another year closing, and of what do its "gone-by" periods testify? Why! of aggravated transgression and ingratitude on my partand most astonishing mercy and longsuffering from my covenant God!
There has also been granted more laying hold of Christ; and, when sensible of sin, more running to Him for pardon and cleansing, and, as it were, hanging upon Him in my desperate case. All this, with much more, I take to be very, very great mercy.
But, oh! the dark tale of my own sin, which has also marked this yearit is too black to be told! Ingratitude, murmuring, carnality, worldliness, unbelief, backsliding, and a thousand other evilsmake up a list which ought to sink me into shame and self-abasement!
Almighty Spirit, condescend to melt me into real contrition, that having received muchI may love much; and having sinned muchI may have much forgiven.
I am sure the flesh is no friend of mine, and as I have not resolution to cut off its right-hand sins, and to pluck out its right-eye sinsit is most merciful of the Lord to do it for me. And though I often cry out from pain, my heart saysGo on, Lord, deal with me as You will; only support and bring me to walk closely with You.
_________________ SI Moderator - Greg Gordon
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