(J. C. Philpot, “REVIEWS“)
All Christians, even the most eminent servants
of God, have their dead and dark seasons—when
the life of God seems sunk to so low an ebb as to
be hardly visible—so hidden is the stream by the
mud-banks of their fallen nature.
By these very dark and dead seasons, the people
of God are instructed. They see and feel what ‘the
flesh’ really is—how alienated from the life of God;
they learn in whom all their strength and sufficiency
lie; they are taught that in them, that is, in their flesh,
dwells no good thing; that no exertions of their own
can maintain in strength and vigor the life of God; and
that all they are, and have—all they believe, know, feel,
and enjoy—with all their ability, usefulness, gifts, and
grace—flow from the pure, sovereign grace—the rich, free,
undeserved, yet unceasing goodness and mercy of God!
They learn in this hard school of painful experience, their
emptiness and nothingness—and that without Christ they
can do nothing. They thus become clothed with humility,
that rare, yet lovely garb; cease from their own strength
and wisdom; and learn experimentally that Christ is, and
ever must be, all in all to them, and all in all in them.