“Alas! My dear friend, you know not what a poor, unprofitable, unfaithful creature I am.
So much forgiven, so little love. So many mercies, so few returns.
Such great privileges, and a life so sadly below them. Instead of rejoicing in God, I go mourning for the most part.
Not because I am shaken with doubts and fears; for I believe the Lord Jesus, who found me when I sought Him not, is both able and willing to save to the uttermost.
But because indwelling sin presses me close.
Because, when I would do good, evil is present with me.
Because I can attempt nothing but it is debased, polluted, and spoiled by my depraved nature.
Because my sins of omission are innumerable.
In a word, there is so much darkness in my understanding, perverseness in my will, disorders in my affections, folly and madness in my imagination. Alas! When shall it be otherwise?
I seem to have a desire of walking with God, and rejoicing in Him all the day long; but I cannot attain thereto. Surely it is far better to depart, and to be with Jesus Christ, than to live here up to the ears in sin and temptation.
And yet I seem very well contented with the possibility of continuing here a good while.
In short, I am a riddle to myself; a heap of inconsistency.
But it is said, ‘We have an Advocate with the Father.’ (1 John 2:1)
Here hope revives. Though wretched in myself, I am complete in Him.
He is made of God, wisdom, righteousness, sanctification, and redemption. (1 Cor. 1:30)
On this rock I build. I trust it shall be well with me at last, and that I shall by and by praise, and love, and serve Him without these abatements.”