if you come in here and tell me that there is a baby
over yonder in the next square, that is three weeks
old, and can talk Greek and Latin, and Spanish and
Italian, and solve all the problems in mathematics,
I will tell you that that is a monstrosity, and you
don’t want that kind of babies in your house:
they will turn you out in a few days. So, if you
come in here and tell me that you have, down in your
prayer-meeting, a spiritual baby three or four weeks
old, that can teach all the old saints, and can tell
them all about God, and heaven, and faith, and theology,
and all about everything in the Church, I will tell
you that that is a monstrosity. And you don’t
want that kind in your prayer-meeting; they will turn
you out before a great while. St. Paul says:
“Ye are born babes, and ye are fed on milk”;
and the trouble with too many of us is that we keep
on that diet when we ought to be eating meat.
The Master says: “First the blade, then
the ear; after that, the full corn in the ear.”
So I am free to say that God’s plan of making
saints is to give them the divine germ—if
you please, the supernatural principle; or, as our
scientists would say, with proper environments, “That
have the divine initial impulse,” but as our
fathers would have said, “They got through at
the altar”; born of God, and then cleansed of
God in the true process of education and faith, they
matured at the harvest. God gives us the start
and the cleansing, and we have to do all the rest
of it. He will give us opportunity for growth
by loading and goading us, by setting on our track
every sort of force to test us—to “polish
us,” as the old Hebrew word means. When
Abraham was tested he was “polished.”
He will put us on such lines that, if we stand true
to our convictions and walk according to the light
we have, He will bring us on to manhood.
See how wonderfully the Word of God fits down upon
this? Take that remarkable passage that, to me,
is as beautiful as anything can be, where He says:
“Come unto Me, all ye that labor”—I
know what that means in the struggle under sin—“all
ye that labor and are heavy-laden, and I will give”—I
will give: it is mine. You cannot earn it:
you cannot buy it; you cannot find it; you cannot dig
it out. It is mine—“I will give
you rest”—the blest pardon that only
God can give. Then, in the very next second and
breath, He says: “Take my yoke upon you”—that
means work—“and learn of me”—that
is more work—and, “For I am meek
and lowly of heart, and ye shall find”—that
is yours; I do not give that to you; that is not mine
to give; that is yours. “Ye shall find
rest to your souls.” That is the rest that
comes from the crystallization of the character in
righteousness; that comes from the habit of believing,
and the habit of obeying, and the habit of praying;
from the habit of righteousness, until the old saint
is ready for any struggle, and never expects to be
turned aside. That, I take it, is God’s
plan of building up saints, and for fitting them for
the rest that is in God, that abides.