1 Corinthians 3:1

""Babes in Christ."" 
              — 1 Corinthians 3:1

Are you mourning, believer, because you are so weak in the divine life:
because your faith is so little, your love so feeble? Cheer up, for you
have cause for gratitude. Remember that in some things you are equal to
the greatest and most full-grown Christian. You are as much bought with
blood as he is. You are as much an adopted child of God as any other
believer. An infant is as truly a child of its parents as is the
full-grown man. You are as completely justified, for your justification
is not a thing of degrees: your little faith has made you clean every
whit. You have as much right to the precious things of the covenant as
the most advanced believers, for your right to covenant mercies lies
not in your growth, but in the covenant itself; and your faith in Jesus
is not the measure, but the token of your inheritance in him. You are
as rich as the richest, if not in enjoyment, yet in real possession.
The smallest star that gleams is set in heaven; the faintest ray of
light has affinity with the great orb of day. In the family register of
glory the small and the great are written with the same pen. You are as
dear to your Father’s heart as the greatest in the family. Jesus is
very tender over you. You are like the smoking flax; a rougher spirit
would say, ""put out that smoking flax, it fills the room with an
offensive odour!"" but the smoking flax he will not quench. You are like
a bruised reed; and any less tender hand than that of the Chief
Musician would tread upon you or throw you away, but he will never
break the bruised reed. Instead of being downcast by reason of what you
are, you should triumph in Christ. Am I but little in Israel? Yet in
Christ I am made to sit in heavenly places. Am I poor in faith? Still
in Jesus I am heir of all things. Though ""less than nothing I can
boast, and vanity confess."" yet, if the root of the matter be in me I
will rejoice in the Lord, and glory in the God of my salvation.

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