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The March to Victory, September 4
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord
Jesus Christ.
1 Corinthians 15:57
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Nothing can be more helpless, nothing can be more dependent, than
the soul that feels its nothingness and relies wholly upon the merits of
the blood of a crucified and risen Saviour. The Christian life is a life of
warfare, of continual conflict. It is a battle and a march. But every act of
obedience to Christ, every act of self-denial for His sake, every trial well
endured, every victory gained over temptation, is a step in the march to the
glory of final victory.
If we take Christ for our guide, He will lead us safely along the narrow
way. The road may be rough and thorny; the ascent may be steep and
dangerous; there may be pitfalls upon the right hand and upon the left;
we may have to endure toil in our journey; when weary, when longing
for rest, we may have to toil on; when faint, we may have to fight; when
discouraged, we may be called upon to hope; but with Christ as our Guide
we shall not lose the path to immortal life, we shall not fail to reach the
desired haven at last.
Christ Himself has trod the rough pathway before us and has smoothed
the path for our feet. The narrow path of holiness, the way cast up for the
ransomed of the Lord to walk in, is illuminated by Him who is the light of
the world. As we follow in His steps, His light will shine upon us, and as
we reflect the light borrowed from the glory of Christ, the path will grow
brighter and brighter unto the perfect day.
We may think it pleasant at first to follow pride and worldly ambition,
but the end is pain and sorrow. Selfish plans may present flattering promises
and hold out the hope of enjoyment, but we shall find that our happiness is
poisoned and our life embittered by hopes that center in self. In following
Christ we are safe, for He will not suffer the powers of darkness to hurt
one hair of our heads. He will keep that which is committed to His trust,
and we shall be more than conquerors through Him that loved us
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The Review and Herald, February 5, 1895
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