Of all dust, the worst for the eyes is gold dust. Poverty wants some things, luxury many things, but covetousness wants all things. Misers never rest until they are put to bed with a shovel. They often get so wretched that they would hang themselves, only they grudge themselves the expense of a rope.
A great American preacher said that covetousness breeds misery, the sight of houses better than our own, of dress beyond our means, of jewels costlier than we may wear and rare curiosities beyond our reach. These hatch the viper brood of covetous thoughts; vexing the poor who would be rich; tormenting the rich who would be richer.
Unless the spirit of God crosses my path and gives me an understanding of the preciousness of Christ and the glory of His blessed Gospel and creates within me a new heart, giving me a knowledge of who He is, I will be forever lost.
Unless Christ intervenes, He will never be any more to me than someone else recorded in history who walked this earth. When the Gospel is preached, it will be nothing more than a boring hour of the same message heard last week.
The songs of praise will be to me nothing more than a different way of singing eight notes. When I hear those who call themselves believers who witness Him, their conversation will only grate on the already-frayed ends of my nerves. But if my cold heart is removed and God Himself creates within me a new heart, I will find myself in awe of His mercy.
I will not be able to thank Him enough, to praise Him enough, to worship Him enough or to hear the Gospel message enough. There is only one thing that can give peace to the conscience, and that is the blood of Jesus sprinkled on it.
A clear understanding that Christ's death was an actual payment of our debt to God, and that the merit of that death is made over to man when he believes, is the grand secret of inward peace. It meets every craving of conscience. It answers every accusation. It calms every fear.