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Are You A Believer

"For as many as are of the works of the law are under the curse: for it is written, Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things which are written in the book of the law to do them."—Galatians 3:10.


My hearer, are you a believer, or not? I ask you as a great favor to your own soul, today to dissociate yourself from the thought that you are sitting in church, and hearing a minister who is preaching to the congregation. Think that you are sitting in your own house, in your own chair, and think that I am standing by you, with your hand in mine, and am speaking personally to you, and to you alone; for that is how I would like to preach to each of my hearers—one by one. I want you, then, in the sight of God, to answer me this all important and solemn question before I begin—Are you in Christ, or are you not? Have you fled for refuge to Him Who is the only hope for sinners? or are you still a stranger to the commonwealth of Israel, ignorant of God, and of His holy Gospel? Come—be honest with your own heart, and let your conscience say yes, or no, for you are one of two things today—you are either under the wrath of God, or you are delivered from it. You are either an heir of wrath, or an inheritor of the kingdom of grace. Which of these two are you? Make no “ifs” or “ahs” in your answer. Answer honestly to your own soul; and if there is any doubt about it, I beg you not to rest until that doubt be resolved. Do not take advantage of that doubt to yourself, but rather take a disadvantage from it. Depend upon it, you are more likely to be wrong than you art to be right; and now put yourself in the scale, and if you do not trip the balance entirely, but if you hang between the two, and you say, “I don’t know not,” it is better that you decide for the worst, even if it would grieve you, than that you would decide for the better, and be deceived, and so go on presumptuously until the pit of hell shall wake you from your self-deception. Can you, then, with one hand upon God’s Holy Word, and the other upon your heart, lift your eye to heaven, and say, “One thing I know, that whereas I was blind, now I see; I know that I have passed from death unto life, I am not now what I once was; ‘I am, the chief of sinners but Jesus died for me.’ And if I am not awfully deceived, I am today “A sinner saved by blood, a monument of grace?”


My brothers (and sisters), God speed you; the blessing of the Most High be with you. My text has no thunders in it for you. Instead of this verse, turn to the 13th, and there read your inheritance—“Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree.” So Christ was cursed instead of you, and you are secure, if you are truly converted, and really a regenerated child of God.



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