You know, so
many times I’ve thought of this little illustration, of a young preacher.
When ascending a platform to preach, he was quite sure of himself, and regarded
his sermon as something that was going to be quite a good deal. He had put a
great deal of thought into it and he had some well-prepared notes, and he was
quite sure he was going to make a very good impression on the audience and
folks would tell him afterwards what a fine sermon that was.
So he
ascended the steps of the platform with his head held high in considerable
pride and self-assurance — there wasn’t much need of heavy leaning on
the Holy Spirit, he was so sure of himself. But you know, when he got to
preaching he couldn’t get his stride. He stumbled and fumbled and he lost his
thought at times, and he didn’t feel the anointing of the Lord. So, when he’d
finished, he came down quite different than he had gone up. His head was
hanging low, and as he passed a faithful old elder sitting on the front seat,
the elder touched his arm and whispered to him: “Oh son, had you gone up the
way you came down, you could have come down, the way you went up.”
Oh, external teaching and preaching can’t
give humility,
it must be the Holy Spirit of God. How much there can be of even active and
earnest religion, and yet not Christ-like humility. Grace of humility is
surely scarce.
By Virgina Brand Berg
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