Continued from: • Nominal Friends of the Truth
• Strangers and Pilgrims
Now what I mean to say is this, that if you yourself are thoroughly engrossed with the truth – if you are one of those strangers and pilgrims who feel, mournfully, that you have here no continuing city, but look for one to come – your love is feebly excited by such an individual. His acceptance of the truth imposes upon you the obligation to recognize him, to help him, to countenance him, to co-operate with him; but you feel you have to put forth an exertion to do it, as a duty to Christ.
He does not draw the love out of you, because he lacks the spiritual magnetism which the heart generates in a heart that fully takes it in. Temperance movements, scientific hobbies, and political agitations are of no value to the man who has the truth. They are beneath his notice, as a matter of life service.
They are gods of the world, at whose shrine worship is worse than wasted. They will be nowhere when our life is run out, and the times of the Gentiles are past; and yet so imperfectly educated is this class of man we are considering, that he prefers the bubbles of the passing generation to the solid riches of Christ. What a pity for all concerned.
The Christadelphian, May 1868
