Not only by the great demonstration of His stooping and infinite desire for our love which lies in the life and death of Jesus Christ, nor only by His outward work, nor by His providence, but by many an inward touch on our spirits, by many a prick of conscience, by many a strange longing that has swept across our souls, sudden as some perfumed air in the scentless atmosphere; by many an inward voice, coming we know not whence, that has spoken to us of Him, of His love, of our duty; by many a drawing which has brought us nearer to the Cross of Jesus Christ, only, alas! in some cases that we might recoil further from it,—­has He been beseeching, beseeching us all.

Brethren!  God pleads with you.  He pleads with you because there is nothing in His heart to any of you but love, and a desire to bless you; He pleads with you because, unless you will let Him, He cannot lavish upon you His richest gifts and His highest blessings.  He pleads with you, bowing to the level, and beneath the level, of your alienation and reluctance.  And the sum and substance of all His dealings with every soul is, ‘My son! give Me thy heart.’  ’Be ye reconciled to God.’

II.  And now turn, very briefly, to the next suggestion arising from this text, the terrible obverse, so to speak, of the coin:  Man refusing a beseeching God.

That is the great paradox and mystery.  Nobody has ever fathomed that yet, and nobody will.  How it comes, how it is possible, there is no need for us to inquire.  It is an awful and a solemn power that every poor little speck of humanity has, to lift itself up in God’s face, and say, in answer to all His pleadings, ‘I will not!’ as if the dwellers in some little island, a mere pin-point of black, barren rock, jutting up at sea, were to declare war against a kingdom that stretched through twenty degrees of longitude on the mainland.  So we, on our little bit of island, our pin-point of rock in the great waste ocean, we can separate ourselves from the great Continent; or, rather, God has, in a fashion, made us separate in order that we may either unite ourselves with Him, by our willing yielding, or wrench ourselves away from Him by our antagonism and rebellion.  God beseeches because God has so settled the relations between Him and us, that that is what He has to do in order to get men to love Him.  He cannot force them.  He cannot prise open a man’s heart with a crowbar, as it were, and force Himself inside.  The door opens from within.  ‘Behold!  I stand at the door and knock.’  There is an ‘if.’  ‘If any man open I will come in.’  Hence the beseeching, hence the wail of wisdom that cries aloud and no man regards it; of love that stands at the entering in of the city, and pleads in vain, and says, ’I have called, and ye have refused....  How often would I have gathered ... and ye would not.’  Oh, brethren! it is an awful responsibility, a mysterious prerogative, which each one of us, whether consciously or no, has to exercise, to accept or to refuse the pleadings of an entreating Christ.