Indwelling Sin.
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O my soul, you are always striving; and sin is always tempting. You doubt the truth of grace, because of the working of sin; but sin will always vex. You cannot come out of Egypt—but Amalek will lay wait in the way; the flesh will be sure to trouble you, though it may not conquer you.
He therefore who sits down and rests in sin—is a captive of Satan, the strong man, because his kingdom is in peace. But where there is any work with Christ—there will always be war with sin. I know that while I live—sin will exist in my mortal body. The ivy continually twists about a house; there is no destroying it until the wall falls.
Sin was the womb of death—and death must be the tomb of sin.
God would have my soul humbled, therefore though he has broken my prison—yet he has left the chain upon my feet. God would have my faith exercised, therefore Goliath still appears in the field, that I may contend with him in the name of the Lord. I will unbuckle Saul's armour, think poorly of my own abilities, and go in the strength of Christ. So though I cannot prevent the rebellingpower of sin—yet I shall always hinder its ruling power. As the existence of sin shall be my grief—so it shall be my care not to be under its dominion. Though sin may live in me—yet I will never live in sin!