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'The world passeth away, and the lust thereof; but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever."—1 John ii. 17.

OHN has been solemnly giving a charge not to love the world, nor the things that are in it. That charge was addressed to "children," "young men," "fathers." Whether these words be taken as referring to the growth and maturity of Christian experience, or of natural life, they equally carry the lesson that no age and no stage is beyond the danger of being drawn away by the world's love, or beyond the need of the solemn dehortation therefrom.

My text is the second of the reasons which the apostle gives for his earnest charge. We all, therefore, need it, and we always need it; though, on. the last Sunday of another year, it may be more than usually appropriate to turn our thoughts in its direction. "The world passeth away, and the lust thereof." Let us lay that handful of snow on our fevered foreheads and cool our desires.

Now, there are but two things set forth in this text —a great and wonderful antithesis between something which is in perpetual flux and passage and something which is permanent. If I might venture to cast the two thoughts into metaphorical form, I should say that here are a river and a rock. The one, the sad truth of sense, universally believed and as universally forgotten; the other, the glad truth of faith, so little regarded or operative in men's lives.

I ask you, then, to look with me for a few momentsat each of these thoughts.

I.—First, then, the river, or the sad truth of sense.

Now you observe that there are two things in my text of which this transiency is predicated, the one "the world," the other "the lust thereof"; the one outside us, the other within us. As to the former, I need only, I suppose, remind you in a sentence that what John means by " the world" is not the material globe on which we dwell, but the whole aggregate of things visible and material, together with the lives of the men whose lives are directed to, and bounded by, that visible and material, and all considered as wrenched apart from God. That, and not the mere external physical creation, is what he means by "the world," and, therefore, the passing away of which he speaks is not only (although, of course, it includes) the decay and dissolution of material things, but the transiency of things which are or have to do with the visible, and are separated by us from God. Over all that, he says, there is written the sentence, "Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return." There is a continual flowing on of the stream. As the word implies even more strongly than in our translation, "the world " is in the act of " passing away." Like the slow travelling of the scenes of some movable panorama

which glide along, even as the eye looks upon them, and are concealed behind the side flats, before the gazer has taken in the whole picture, so equably, constantly, silently, and therefore unnoticed by us, all is in a state of continual motion. There is no present time. Even whilst we name the moment it dies. The drops hangs for the instant on the verge, gleaming in the sunlight, and then falls into the gloomy abyss that silently sucks up years and centuries. There is no present, but all is movement.

Brethren, that has been the commonplace of moralists and poets and preachers from the beginning of time; and it would be folly for me to suppose that I can add anything to the impressiveness of the thought. All that I want to do is to wake you up to preach it to yourselves, for that is the only thing that is of any use.

So passeth, in the passing of an hour,

Of mortal life, the leaf, the bud, the flower.

But besides this transiency external to us, John finds a corresponding analogous transiency within us. "The world passeth, and the lust thereof." Of course the word "lust" is employed by him in a much wider sense than in our use of it. With us it means one specific and very ugly form of earthly desire. With him it includes the whole genus—all desires of every sort, more or less noble or ignoble, which have this for their characteristic, that they are directed to, stimulated by, and fed or disappointed on, the fleeting things of this outward life. If thus a man has anchored himself to that which has no perpetual stay, so long as the cable holds he follows the fate of the thing to which he has pinned himself. And if it perish, he perishes, in a very profound sense, with it. If you trust yourselves in the leaky vessel, when the water rises in it it will drown you, and you will go to the bottom with the craft to which you have trusted yourselves. If you embark in the little ship that carries Christ and His fortunes, you will come with Him to the haven.

But these fleeting desires, of which my text speaks, point to that sad feature of human experience, that we all outgrow and leave behind us, and think of very little value, the things that once to us were all but heaven. There was a time when toys and sweetmeats were our treasures, and since that day how many burnt-out hopes we all have had! How little we should know ourselves if we could go back to the fears and wishes and desires that used to agitate us ten, twenty, thirty years ago! They lie behind us, no longer part of ourselves; they have slipped away from us, and

We all are changed, by still degrees,
All but the basis of the soul.

The self-conscious same man abides, and yet how different the same man is! Our lives, then, will zigzag instead of keeping a straight course, if we let desires that are limited by anything that we can see guide and regulate us.

But, brethren, though it be a digression from my text, I cannot help touching for a moment upon a yet sadder thought than that. There are desires that remain, when the gratification of them has become impossible. Sometimes the lust outlasts the world, sometimes the world outlasts the lust; and one knows not whether is the sadder. There is a hell upon earth for many of us who, having set our affections upon some creatural object, and having had that withdrawnfrom us, are ready to say, "They have taken away my gods and what shall I do?" And there is a hell of the same sort waiting beyond those dark gates through which we have all to pass, where men who never desired anything, except what the world that has slipped out of their reluctant fingers could give them, are shut up with impossible longing after a forever vanished good. "Father Abraham! a drop of water; for I am tormented in this flame!" That is what men come to, if the fire of their lust burn, after its objects are withdrawn.

But let me remind you that this transiency of which I have been speaking receives very strange- treatment from most of us. I do not know that it is altogether to be regretted that it so seldom comes to men's consciousness. Perhaps it is right that it should not be uppermost in our thoughts always; but yet there is no vindication for the entire oblivion to which we condemn it. The march of these fleeting things is like that of cavalry with their horses' feet wrapped in straw, in the night, across the snow, silent and unnoticed. We cannot realize the revolution of the earth, because everything partakes in it. We talk about standing still, and we are whirling through space with inconceivable rapidity. By a like illusion we deceive ourselves with the notion of stability, when everything about us is hastening away. Some of you do not like to be reminded of it, and think it a killjoy, and you try to get rid of the thought, and so hide your head in the sand, and fancy that the rest of your body presents no mark to the archer's arrow. Now, surely common sense says to all, that if there be some fact certain and plain and applying to you, which, if accepted, would profoundly modify your life, you ought to take it into account. And what I want you to do, dear friends, to-night, is to look in the face this fact, which you all acknowledge so utterly that some of you are ready to say, "What was the use of coming to a chapel to hear that threadbare old thing dinned into my ears again?" and to take it into account in shaping your lives. Have you done so? Have you? Suppose a man that lived in a land habitually shaken by earthquakes were to say, "I mean to ignore the fact; and I am going to build a house just as if there was not such a thing as an earthquake expected ;" he would have it toppling about his ears very soon. Suppose a man upon the ice-slopes of the Alps were to say, "I am going to ignore slipperiness and gravitation," he would before long find himself, if there was any consciousness left in him, at the bottom of a precipice, bruised and bleeding." And suppose a man says, " I am not going to take the fleetingness of the things of earth into account at all, but am going to live as if all things were to remain as they are ;" what would become of him do you think? Is he a wise man or a fool? And is he you? He is some of you. "So teach us to number our days that we may Apply our hearts unto wisdom."

Then, let me say to you, see that you take noble lessons out of these undeniable and all-important facts. There is one kind of lesson that I do not want you to take out of it. "Let us eat and drink for tomorrow we die," or, to put it into a more vulgar formula, *' A short life and a merry one." The mere contemplation of the transiency of earthly things may, and often does, lend itself to very ignoble conclusions, and men draw from it the thought that, as life is short they had better crowd into it as much of sensual enjoyment as they can.

"Gather ye roses while ye may" is a very common keynote, struck by poets of the baser sort. And it isa thought that influences some of us, I have little doubt. Another way of putting the same thought is, "Make hay whilst the sun shines," "hurry on your getting rich, because you have not very long to do it in "; or the like.

Now all that is supremely unworthy. The true lesson to be drawn is the plain, old one which it is never superfluous to shout into men's ears, until they have obeyed it—viz., "Set not thine heart on that which is not; and which flieth away as an eagle towards heaven." Do you, dear brother, see to it that your roots go down through the gravel on the surface. Do you see to it that you dig deeper than that; and thrusting your hand, as it were, through the thin, silkpaper screen that stands between you and the Eternal, grasp the hand that you will find on the other side, waiting and readj' to clasp you and to hold you up.

When they build a new house in Rome they have to dig down through sometimes sixty or a hundred feet of rubbish that runs like water, the ruins of old temples and palaces, once occupied by men in the same flush of life in which we are now. We too, have to dig down through ruins, until we get to the Rock and build there, and build secure. Withdraw your affections and your thoughts and your desires from the fleeting, and fix them on the permanent. If a captain takes anything but the pole star for his fixed point he will lose his reckoning, and his ship will be on the reefs. If we take anything but God for our supreme delight and desire we shall perish.

Then let me say, too, let this thought stimulate us to crowd every moment, as full as it will pack, with noble work and heavenly thoughts. These fleeting hours are elastic, and you may put all but infinite treasure into them. Think of what the possibilities, for each of us, of this dying year, were on the 1st of January; and of what the realisation has been by the 31st of December. So much that we could have done; so little that we have done! So many ripples of the river have passed, bearing no golden sand to lay upon the shore!" We have been," is a sad word; but, oh! the one sad word is, " We might have been." And, so, do you see to it that you fill time with that which is kindred to eternity, and make " one day as a thousand years" in its elastic possibilities and realities of consecration and of service.

Further, let the thought help us to the conviction of the relative insignificance of all that can change. That will not spoil nor shade any real joy; rather it will add^to its poignancy what prevents it from cloying or from becoming the enemy of our souls. But the thought will wondrously lighten the burden that we have to carry, and the tasks which we have to perform. "But for a moment," makes all light. There was an old rabbi, long ago, whose own real name was all but lost, because everybody nicknamed him "Rabbi This-also." The reason was because he had perpetually on his lips the saying about everything as it came, "This also will pass." He was a wise man. Let us go to his school and learn his wisdom.

II.—Now, let me say a word, and it can only be a word, about the second of the thoughts here, which I designated as the Rock, or the glad truth of Faith.

We might have expected that J ohn's antithesis to "the world that passeth" would have been "the God that abides." But he does not so word his sentence, although the thought of the Divine permanence underlies it. Rather over against the nesting world he puts the abiding man who does the will of God.

Of course there is a very solemn sense in which all men, even they who have most exclusively lived for what they call the present, do last for ever, and in which their deeds do. After death is the judgment, and the issues of eternity depend upon the actions of time; and every fleeting thought comes back to the hand that projected it, like the Australian savage's boomerang that, flung out, returns and falls at the feet of the thrower. But that is not what John means by -" abiding for ever." He means something very much more blessed and lofty than that; and this is the course of his thought. There is only one permanent Reality in the universe, and that is God. All else is shadow, and He is the substance. All else was, is, and is not. He is the One who is, was, and is to come, the timeless and only permanent Being. The will of God is the permanent element in all changeful material things. And consequently he who does the will of God links himself with the Divine Eternity, and becomes partaker of that solemn and blessed Being which lives above mutation.

Obedience to God's will is the permanent element in human life. Whosoever humbly and trustfully seeks to mould his will after the Divine will, and to bring God's will into practice in his doings, that man has pierced through the shadows and grasped the substance, and partakes of the Immortality which he adores and serves. Himself shall live for ever in the true life which is blessedness; his deeds shall live for ever. when all that lifted itself in opposition to the Divine will shall be crushed and annihilated. They shall live in His own peaceful consciousness; they shall live in the blessed rewards which they shall bring to the doers. His habits will need no change.

What will you do when you are dead? You have to go into a world where there are no gossip and no housekeeping; no mills and no offices; no shops, no books; no colleges, and no sciences to learn. What will you do there ?" He that doeth the will of God abideth for ever." If you have done your housekeeping, and your weaving and spinning, and your book-keeping, and your buying and selling, and your studying, and your experimenting with a conscious reference to God it is all right.

That has made the act capable of eternity, and there will be no need for that man to change. The material on which he works will alter, but the inner substance of his life will be unaffected by the trivial change from earth to heaven. Whilst the endless ages roll he will be doing just what he was doing down here; only here he was playing with counters, and yonder he will be trusted with gold and dominion over ten cities. To all other men the change that comes when earth passes from them, or they from it, is like a trench dug across a railway, into which the express goes with a smash, and there is an end. To the man who, in the trifles of time, has been obeying the will of God, and therefore subserving eternity and his interests there, the trench is bridged, and he will go on after he crosses it just as he did before, with the same purposes, the same desires, the same submission, and the same drinking into himself of the fulness of immortal life.

Brother, John tells us that obedience to the will of God brings permanence into our fleeting years. But how are we to obey the will of God? John tells us that the only way is by love. But how are we to love God? John tells us that the only way to love— which love is the only way to obedience—is by knowing and believing the love that God hath to us. But how are we to know that God hath love to us? John tells us that the only way to know the love of God—which is the only way of our loving Him, which in its turn is the only way to obedience, which again is the only way to permanence of life—is to believe in Jesus Christ and His propitiation for our sins. The river flows on for ever, but it sweeps round the base of the Rock of Ages. And in Him, by faith in His blood, we may find our sure refuge and eternal home.