Saturday, April 25, 2015

"Man's Chief End Is To Glorify GOD!"

Are we to fritter away our 
brief hour on life's stage?
(J.R. MacDuff, "
Influence!" Preached Before 
a Young Men's Christian Association)

"
For when David had served GOD'S purpose
in his own generation, he fell asleep; he was
buried with his fathers and his body decayed."
Acts 13:36

In deducing from these words moral 
and spiritual lessons, I would observe 
generally, that each individual in this life 
has some great purpose to fulfill. 

"David served GOD'S purpose in
his own generation." 

He has left his indelible footprints 
on the sands of time!

Everything in the wide universe 
has its special mission.

The flower fulfills its design by 
unfolding its colors or scattering 
its sweet fragrances wherever 
it blooms. As we see it dropping 
its decayed and withered leaves 
one by one, we feel its little destiny 
in its own little world has been attained.

The lark as it mounts in the air, 
and chants its carol 
("singing up to Heaven's gate") 
fulfills its mission by these 
tuneful melodies.

If we take a loftier survey, and ascend 
amid the glories of the firmament, we see 
the sun fulfilling his great appointment 
to give light to the system: coming forth 

"like a bridegroom from his chamber, 
and rejoicing as a strong man to 
run his race." (Psalm 19:5)

Or the moon, that faithful sentinel, 
lavishing her nightly care on the earth--
a majestic beacon-light to land and ocean.

Turn to whatever page we may 
in the vast volume of creation
we shall find in each, the record 
of some peculiar office and vocation. 
Mountains and seas, fire and hail, 
snow and vapor, stormy wind--
all fulfill the word and decree 
and design of GOD.

And is it different with man? 


Has he alone no momentous work 
to perform in the economy in which 
he is placed?

Is our whole earthly destiny to eat 
and drink, and sleep and die?

Are we to fritter away our 
brief 
hour on life's stage; to be ushered 
in with a few rejoicings at our birth, 
followed by a few tears at our 
departure? And when our sun 
has gone down, when the grass 
of the grave covers our resting places--
shall we be as if we never were?

How many there are who, to all 
appearance, think so! 

They have never yet awakened to a
sense of their high destiny, as having 
part to play, and a sphere to occupy. 

Their inward feeling seems to be that 
in this great world, with its teeming 
millions, that . . .
  it signifies nothing how they live;
  they soon shall be as though they never
  existed; when they sink into the tomb--
  it will be like the vessel going down 
in mid-ocean. 

There will be a few plungings and heavings 
as it momentarily wrestles with the storm; 
but the tempest sweeps, the sea opens its 
yawning mouth, the waves close over it--
and then resume their usual play! 

Not a trace or vestige remains; 
the place that once knew it, 
knows it no more!

My brethren, that solemn, that momentous 
reality they call life, is no plaything! 

It was given as the mightiest of possessions, 
and loaded with immeasurable responsibilities. 
The weighty saying, which many a tongue 
was taught earliest to lisp was this, 

"Man's chief end is to glorify GOD!" 

Oh, truly it is a solemn thought that each 
one of you is exercising some influence--
either for good or for evil. If you are not 
serving your day and generation for the better--
then you must be serving it for the worse. 

There can be no such thing as mere neutral 
influence. You must either, like the aromatic 
plant, be diffusing a grateful fragrance--
or, like the fabled lethal Upas tree, 
be casting a deadly shadow all around. 

And if so, it well befits us individually 
to address to ourselves the personal question: 

"Am I fulfilling the great end 
and design of my being?"

Yonder fig-tree on the way to Bethany 
is a parable designed to warn 
and instruct in every age. See it--
stinted, shriveled, withered. 
It had borne no fruit

It had not fulfilled the design 
of its creation; and a tender, 
gracious SAVIOR pronounces upon 
it the cumberer's sentence and 
the cumberer's awful doom! 

Happy are those who have been led 
to regard life as a golden talent--
who have realized its momentous 
requirements and stern responsibilities!

Even the lowliest and humblest, can 
help directly or indirectly to untie 
the bandages from a sin-stricken, 
woe-worn world, and send it forth 
from its fevered couch, walking and 
leaping, and praising GOD. 

If from peculiarity of disposition or 
situation, some may feel as if they 
were unequal to the outward activities 
of Christian work and service--
theirs may be the silent but equally 
potent example of a holy, meek, 
loving, peaceful life.

We are all able to influence others, 
by the quiet unostentatious influence 
of a pure, consistent, godly life.

Be it yours not only to serve your GOD, 
but so to live that the world may be 
the better because of you; and that 
when you die and your hand lies 
withering in the grave--
the seed dropped by that hand, 
years on years before, may spring 
up bearing fruit to the glory of GOD!

 ~  ~  ~  ~

You may want to read the whole of MacDuff's choice 8 page article,
"Influence!"

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