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The March To Victory, May 23
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;
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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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