“I remember a Chinese boy who was in service in the house of one of the C—’s in Demerara. He had hold of the New Testament, and read it carefully. He was very apt to bring the Testament down, in a gracious way to bear on the people of the house. One day his mistress said, ‘Oh, what a poor thing I am.’ ‘Ma’am, I thought you were one of Christ’s people; I thought you were a member of Christ.’ It searched her heart, whether she was not too much on ‘my leanness, my leanness,’ instead of in the scene of triumph in Him.
A man likes thinking badly of himself, aye, and saying so, better than not thinking of himself at all, and simply displaying Christ’s gracious life by thinking on Him only. We have to judge ourselves, but our right state is thinking of the Lord alone.
Have you ever known what it is to be brought down to death’s door from conflict? I have known what it is — passing week after week and never closing the eyes, simply because I wanted to do something, and Christ had done it all. Peace came to me in that verse, God saying “My Son bore all your sin in His own body on that tree.”