Application of the: THE NATURE OF THE WAR IS SET OUT BY THIS WORD 'WRESTLING'

Use First.  [Consolation.]  This is a ground of consolation to the weak Christian, who disputes against the truth of his grace, from the inward con­flicts and fightings he hath with his lusts, and is ready to say like Gideon, in regard of outward enemies, ‘If God be with me, why is all this befallen me?’  Why do I find such strugglings in me, provoking me to sin, pulling me back from that which is good?  Why dost [thou] ask?  The answer is soon given; because thou art a wrestler, not a conqueror.  Thou mistakest the state of a Christian in this life.  When one is made a Christian, he is not presently called to triumph over his slain enemies, but carried into the field to meet and fight them.  The state of grace is the commencing of a war against sin, not the ending of it; rather than thou shalt not have an enemy to wrestle with, God himself will come in a disguise into the field, and appear to be thine enemy.  thus when Jacob was alone, a man wrestled with him until breaking of the day; and therefore set thy heart at rest if this be thy scruple.  Thy soul may rather take comfort in this, that thou art a wrestler.  This struggling within thee, if upon the right ground, and to the right end, doth evidence there are two nations within thee, two contrary natures, the one from earth, earthly, and the other from heaven, heavenly; yea, for thy further comfort, know [that] though thy corrupt nature be the elder, yet it shall serve the younger.

           Use Second.  [Hope of triumph.]  O how should this make the Christian long to be gone home, where there is none of this stir and scuffle!  It is strange, that every hour seems not a day, and every day a year, till death sounds thy joyful retreat, and calls thee off the field—where the bullets fly so thick, and thou art fighting for thy life with thy deadly enemies—to come to court, where not swords, but palms are seen in the saints’ hands; not drums, but harps; not groans of bleeding soldiers and wounded consciences, but sweet and ravishing music is heard of triumphing victors carolling the praises of God and the Lamb, through whom they have overcome.  Well, Christians, while you are below, comfort yourselves with these things. There is a place of rest remaining for the people of God.  You do not beat the air, but wrestle for a heaven that is yonder above the clouds; you have your worst first, the best will follow.  You wrestle but to win a crown, and win to wear it, yea, wear, never to lose it, which once on, none shall ever take off, or put you to the hazard of battle more.  Here we overcome to fight again; the battle of one temptation may be over, but the war remains.  What peace can we have as long as devils can come abroad out of their holes, or anything of sinful nature remains in ourselves unmortified?  [This nature] will even fight upon its knees, and strike with one arm while the other is cut off; but when death comes, the last stroke is struck. This good physician will perfectly cure thee of thy spiritual blindness and lameness,—as the martyr told his fellow at the stake, bloody Bonner would do their bodily.  What is it, Christian, which takes away the joy of thy life, but the wrestlings and combats which this bosom-enemy puts thee to?  Is not this the Peninnah that, vexing and disturbing thy spirit, hath kept thee off many a sweet meal, thou mightest have had in communion with God and his saints?—or if thou hast come, hath made thee cover the altar of God with thy tears and groans?  And will it not be a happy hand that cuts the knot, and sets thee loose from thy deadness, hypocrisy, pride, and what not, wherewith thou wert yoked?  It is life which is thy loss, and death which is thy gain.  Be but willing to endure the rending of this vail of thy flesh, and thou art where thou wouldst be, out of the reach of sin, at rest in the bosom of thy God.  And why should a short evil of pain affright thee more, than the de­liverance from a continual torment of sin's evil ravish thee?  Some you know have chosen to be cut, rather than to be ground daily with the stone, and yet, may be, their pain comes again; and canst thou not quietly think of dying, to be delivered from the torment of these sins, never to return more?  And yet that is not the half that death doth for thee.  Peace is sweet after war, ease after pain; but what tongue can express what joy, what glory must fill the creature at the first sight of God and that blessed company?  None but one that dwells there can tell.  Did we know more of that blissful state, we ministers should find it as hard a work to persuade Christians to be willing to live here so long, as now it is, to persuade them to be willing to die so soon.