Monday 9 July 2012

Miscellanies 48: There is a fountain flowing for the soul unclean


My friends have you not heard that there is a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, that is, if you have any filth, any guilt, any unclean thing inside of you that you know is unclean and that you feel yourself to be a wicked person, then let me tell you that there is a fountain flowing for you. There is a fountain as big as the ocean and deep as the sea that no matter how filthy your uncleanness is, there is enough to wash it all away. Do you feel yourself to be full of envy, strife, jealousy, deceit, maliciousness, slanderers, haters of God, and insolent, haughty, boastful, inventors of evil, disobedient to parents, foolish, faithless, heartless, and ruthless? Or do you feel yourself to be sexually immoral, a failure, worthless, to put it simply a sinner, then there is a fountain flowing for your soul unclean. The fountain my sinful friends is the blood of Jesus Christ. It is spotless, clean and without any blemish. In our world when anything unclean, let’s say that you were to add a piece of mud to a clean cup of water, the clean cup of water becomes unclean and therefore unfit to drink. But in the science of heaven, it is reverse. When you at last take the courage to dive into the sea of the blood of Christ, your uncleanness is dissolved and cleansed by his clear water. Your sins do not stain it one bit, it makes you white as snow, and it makes you pure and righteous and it implants in you the spirit of freedom rather than that of condemnation. O sinner, friends with souls unclean, will you not this very minute jump into the fountain of Christ. O why linger where you ought not, why stay in prison, why nurture unbelief - O sinner jump with faith; the fountain is deep enough, it is wide enough to accommodate you and Christ invites you. Jump dear sinner, jump and be cleansed. Have your soul unclean cleansed by the blood of Jesus Christ.

K.Oni

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