The best cure for pride!
Spurgeon, "Jesus Meeting His Warriors"
I am persuaded, beloved, that the best
cure for pride is a sight of Christ!
Oh! when your eyes see him, then your own loathsomeness,
blackness, and deformity, are clearly revealed.
I am fair until the sun arises- then am I black indeed.
I think myself pure until I see Him whiter than any fuller
could make him, and then I fall down and cry, “Unclean,
unclean, unclean!” “Now my eye sees you,” said Job,
“wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.”
Down go your flaunting pinions and your
lofty plumes, when you have a sight of Christ.
Christ’s presence is a cure-all.
When Jesus comes, every spiritual
disease flies before him.
The Church at Laodicea was very far gone,
and how did the Master propose to cure it?
Here it is- “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock,
if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will
come into him, and will sup with him.”
What, Lord, is this your delightful treatment of
your sick Church? “Yes, my communion with you,
poor lukewarm Laodicea, will revive you.”