whole of the New Testament truth that the kingdom of heaven is wholly within him.  You all understand, my brethren, that were we swept in a moment up to the furthest star, by all that infinite flight we would not be one hair’s-breadth nearer the heavenly city.  That is not the right direction to that city.  The city whose builder and maker is God lies in quite a different direction from that altogether; not by ascending up beyond sun and moon and stars to all eternity would we ever get one hand’s-breadth nearer God.  But if you deny yourself sleep to-night till you have read His book and bowed your knees in His closet; if, for His sake, you deny yourself to-morrow when you are eating and drinking; as often as you say, “Not my will, but Thine be done”; as often as you humble yourself when others exalt themselves; as often as you refuse praise and despise blame for His sake; as often as you forgive before God your enemy, and rejoice with your friend,—­Behold! the kingdom of heaven, with its King and all His shining court of angels and saints is around you;—­is, indeed, within you.  No; there is no such place.  Heaven is not in any place:  heaven is in a person where it is at all; and you are that person as often as you put off an earthly and put on a heavenly mind.  That mocking reprobate, with his secret heart all through those twenty years hungering after the lusts of his youth,—­he was wholly right in what he so unintentionally said; there is no such place in all this world.  And, even if there were, it would spue him and all who are like him out of its mouth.

2.  And, then, in all that universe of things that fills that bottomless pit and shoreless sea the human heart, there is nothing deeper down in it than just its deep and unsearchable atheism.  The very deepest thing, and the most absolutely inexpugnable thing, in every human heart is its theism; its original and inextinguishable convictions about itself and about God.  But, all but as deep as that—­for all around that, and all over that, and soaking all through that—­there lies a superincumbent mass of sullen, brutish, malignant atheism.  Nay, so deep down is the atheism of all our hearts, that it is only one here and another there of the holiest and the ripest of God’s saints who ever get down to it, or even get at their deepest within sight of it.  Robert Fleming tells us about Robert Bruce, that he was a man that had much inward exercise about his own personal case, and had been often assaulted anent that great foundation truth, if there was a God.  And often, when he had come up to the pulpit, after being some time silent, which was his usual way, he would say, “I think it is a great matter to believe there is a God”; telling the people that it was another thing to believe that than they judged.  But it was also known to his friends what extraordinary confirmations he had from the Lord therein, and what near familiarity he did attain to in his heart-converse with God:  Yea, truly, adds