The poison fang of sin!

The poison fang of sin!

J.C.Philpot

We must go down into the depths of the fall

to know what our hearts are, and what they are

capable of—we must have the keen knife of God

to cut deep gashes in our conscience and lay

bare the evil that lies so deeply imbedded in

our carnal mind—before we can enter into and

experience the beauty and blessedness of

salvation by grace.

“From the sole of the foot even unto the head

 there is no soundness in it—but wounds, and

 bruises, and putrefying sores—they have not

 been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified

 with ointment.” Isaiah 1:6

When the Church of God fell in Adam, she fell with

a crash which broke every bone and bruised her

flesh with wounds which are ulcerated from head to toe.

Her understanding, her conscience, and her

affections were all fearfully maimed . . .

  her understanding was blinded;

  her conscience stupefied;

  her affections alienated.

Every mental faculty thus became perverted and distorted.

When Adam fell into sin and temptation—sin rushed

into every faculty of body and soul—and penetrated

into the inmost recesses of his being.

As when a man is bitten by a poisonous serpent,

the venom courses through every artery and vein,

and he dies a corrupted mass from head to foot;

so did the poison fang of sin penetrate into

Adam’s inmost soul and body, and infect him

with its venom from the sole to the crown.

But it is only as sin’s desperate and malignant

character is opened up by the Holy Spirit that it

is really seen, felt, grieved under, and mourned

over as indeed a most dreadful and fearful reality.

“The whole head is sick—and the whole heart faint.”

Every thought, word, and action is polluted by sin.

Every mental faculty is depraved . . .

  the will chooses evil;

  the affections cleave to earthly things;

  the memory, like a broken sieve,

      retains the bad and lets fall the good;

  the judgment, like a bribed or drunken judge,

      pronounces heedless or wrong decisions;

  the conscience, like an opium eater, lies

      asleep and drugged in stupefied silence.

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