March 26.

March 26.


“He is able to save to the uttermost.” – Heb. vii. 25.

Eis to panteles, “to the uttermost,” my Lord Jesus Christ is able to save me.

To the uttermost depth of my need.  Science in my time is sounding the lowest abysses of the ocean; but there is no science, nor thought, nor fancy, which can send its plummet to the bottom of Christ’s unsearchable grace.  Down to my sharpest sorrow He goes, down to my profoundest loneliness, down to my keenest temptation, down to my foulest sin.  He travelled for my sake long since to Bethlehem and Calvary; and I know of no descent which He will not make to-day.

To the uttermost limit of my nature.  And such a many-coloured nature mine is!  The intellect has its demands, and the memory, and the conscience, and the imagination, and the will, and the heart; each of them cries out for a separate satisfaction.  And each of them finds it in Jesus.  He answers the questions of the intellect.  He plucks from the memory its rooted sorrows.  He cancels the indictment of conscience.  He paints in the imagination the noblest pictures.  He renews the will.  He fills the heart.

To the uttermost verge of my life.  My various moods and experiences, my conflict and my calm, my work and my rest, my gladness and my grief—He blesses me through them all.  Lo, He is with me all the days, even unto the end, and through the end, and beyond the end for ever and ever.  Death cannot part me from Him.  Eternity will only draw me closer to Him.  To the ages of the ages—let me quote the expressive Greek of the New Testament—He is mine and I am His.

Christ’s uttermost leaves me no more to desire.

Dr. Alexander Smellie.

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