Horatius Bonar

(1808—1889)


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"Woe to the wicked! It will go badly with him — for what he deserves will be done to him!" Isaiah 3:11

"To whom the mist of darkness is reserved forever." 2 Peter 2:17

Unconverted Sinner, your state is sad, and your misery is great! No tongue can tell how sad is that state — no soul can conceive how great is that misery. Your heart may well meditate terror, for you are still unpardoned, uncleansed, unsaved! Your feet are just about to stumble upon the dark mountains; and woe, woe, yes, ten thousand times woe to your poor soul, if this night it were required of you!

Poor forlorn soul! You have no God, and therefore you have no happiness! You have no Christ, and therefore you have no pardon, no peace! You are without a father, without a friend, without a hope, and without a home! This earth is truly to you "a wilderness and a land of darkness." You walk through it a houseless, homeless wanderer, with . . .
no arm to lean upon,
no chosen companion of your secret thoughts and feelings,
no friend to soothe your griefs or share your joys!

You may have what men call a father, a brother, a home, on earth; but you can not call God your father, nor Jesus your brother, nor Heaven your home above! You wander on from day to day, a houseless, homeless outcast, seeing nothing around you but trouble and sorrow, and nothing before you or above you but the blackness of darkness forever! (Jude 13).

You are an enemy to God! (Romans 8:7). And who has ever hardened his heart against Him and prospered? An enemy to the blessed God! An enemy to Him who made you — to one who has never wronged you in ought — to one that has loved you with a love so true and tender as to give His only begotten Son for you!

Yes, you hate Him! (John 15:24). You treat Him as if He were some hateful and hated fellow worm, whose company you could not endure (Job 16:14). Oh, what vile ingratitude, what desperate malignity, thus to return enmity for friendship, hatred and scorn for gentleness and love! The most lovable object in all the universe — is the object that you hate most! Oh, what madness, what enormous wickedness! You are a child of wrath! And oh, what words can express, or what mind can conceive — all that is meant by this? Everything threatens wrath to you. You do not yet, indeed, gnaw your tongue for pain, or gnash your teeth in agony — but you shall shortly do so, if grace does not prevent it. I dare not call you a "vessel of wrath fitted for destruction" (Romans 9:22); for who knows but your God may yet pluck you as a brand from the burning — but at least I know that, so long as you remain unconverted, you are treasuring up wrath against the day of wrath. And if to be a child of wrath be so awful a thing, even when seen afar off in this place of mercy — then oh, what must be the horrors of that wrath throughout eternity!

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Who Shall Dwell with the Devouring Fire?

-Oh, then, flee from the wrath to come! Make haste to escape from the devouring fire!

-We must either take refuge under the wing of the Substitute — or bear the wrath eternally ourselves.

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