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27 May, 2020

Shall thy enemy be awake to seek to cut thy throat, and wilt not thou rise to save it?


           (3.) Consider wicked men are awake, and hard at work for Satan and their lusts.  The philosopher blushed that the smith should be up and have his hammer in his hand before he had his book.  O may it not put the Christian to shame! Consider how watchful the men of the world are to follow their worldly business.  Do they not rise early, and go to bed late, grudging the very time that is spent to re­fresh nature in the night with sleep, so bent they are upon their carnal projects!  The philosopher observed this, and shamed himself for suffering the smith to be at his anvil in the morning sooner than he was at his book.  O Christian! should it not make thee blush much more to see the whole town up and as busy as bees about a garden, one flying this way, another that way—and all to bring a little more of this world’s perishing pelf into their hive, out of which death, ere long, will smoke them, and force them to leave what with so much pains they have gathered for others they know not who, possibly their greatest enemies—while thou, Christian, sleepest away thy precious time, though thou art sure to carry thy gettings into the other world with thee,, and there enjoy the fruit of thy short labour here with everlasting glory!  Nay, con­sider how watchful the wicked are to take all oppor­tunities to pursue their works of darkness.  The adul­terer watcheth for the twilight to meet his minion; and wilt not thou watch unto prayer, that thou mayest fill thy soul with spiritual loves in communion with thy God?  The thief is up at midnight to get his prey; and wilt not thou break thy rest a little for to obtain a richer treasure than is to be found in the coffers of the richest princes that the world boasts of?  Shall these be at so much pains to satisfy their lusts, and thou take none to honour and enjoy thy God?  O what a shame was it to the heavy-eyed disciples that they could not watch to pray with their Master, when Judas that bold traitor was so wakeful to be up in the dead of the night to betray him into his murderers’ hands!
           (4.) Consider how short the time is that thou art desired to watch.  ‘Could you not watch with me one hour?’ saith Christ,’ Matt. 26:40.  Ere long, Christian, thou shalt be called off thy guard, and then thou shalt have all rest, though no sleep.  It is but for this short life thou art put to stand upon this hard duty; and is that so long?  Others do not count it so.  O how soon is a day, a year, yea a life, passed at play or sin?  The great complaint that such make is, ‘Time is short.’ They wish they could clip its wings, and take off the weights from this clock that make it post away so fast. Is time so short and sweet to spend in sin, and can it be tedious to thee to bestow it in devotion?  Why should an hour in the closet be thought by a saint long, when day and night spent in an ale-house is too short for the sinner?  But, above all, consider whether it be not better to watch and pray here on earth for a few days than to wake and roar in hell under endless and easeless torments!
           (5.) Consider seriously how great a loser thou hast been already in thy heavenly trade for want of watching.  It is with the Christian as with some negli­gent merchant, who takes notice of some one loss of a round sum that befalls him—may be some hun­dreds at a clap.  At this he cries he shall be undone; but regards not the pence and shillings that he idly spends, nor considers his loss which follows upon his daily negligence.  Here his estate melts insensibly, and he is not aware of it; whereas, would he count what in this dribbling way is lost by retail, he might find it amounts to more than the other.  Thus the Christian sometimes is troubled for one great sin into which he hath fallen—and that not without reason —but withal, he observes not how he neglects this duty to-day, and negligently performs that at another time; how he now prays coldly for want of due prepar­ation, and what little fruit comes of another for want of watchfulness after it; whereby in time he falls low, though with an easy descent, step by step; whereas, if he could bring the several items of these his particular losses together, he would find them swell into a sad reckoning, except with these his losses he hath also lost—which is the greatest—the tenderness of his conscience.  Now, Christian, hast thou not a mind to thrive at last?  And shall a careless Christian add to his stock?  Did you ever go by the sluggard’s field and not find it overgrown with thorns?  Wouldst thou but be persuaded to make it thy business daily to watch thy heart—how thou prayest, and how thou walkest after thou hast been at prayer—thou shouldst find a blessed change in thy spiritual affairs.  This strictness will at first be uneasy, like a new suit; but every day that will wear off, and a sweet facility follow when thou shalt see thy gains come trowling in by it.  He that finds how well he is paid for his diligence by the increase of his estate, will not grudge the sluggard his ease when he shall see him walk by his door in rags. It was the saying once of a rich man, who, by God’s blessing on his diligence, had raised a vast estate, that at his first setting up in the world he got a little with much trouble, but afterwards he got his great gains with little trouble.  And thou, Christian, wilt find the same in thy spiritual trade.  Thy trouble will be most at first, but thy gains most at last; and the trouble less, because the way of godliness, by use and experience, will be naturalized to thee, and conse­quently become easy and delightful.
           (6.) Consider what others lose by thy not watch­ing.  He that lives in a town wrongs his neighbour as well as himself by not looking to his fence: thus one Christian may injure many by not keeping his own watch.
           (a) Thy very example is a wrong to others, for this sleepy disease is catching; thy loose conversation may make others so, as one learns to yawn of another. It s no small blessing to to live among active Chris­tians, whose zeal and forwardness in the ways of God is exemplary; this puts mettle in those that follow them; the heavenly holy conversation of a master is a help to the whole family.
           (b) Thou indisposest thyself for doing thy duty to them.  We are commanded to watch over one another in love, as those that are concerned in our brethren’s welfare.  Now, how unfit is he to watch over others that doth not watch himself? to ‘provoke to love and to good works,’ who needs himself the spur?  Can one asleep wake another that is so?
           (7.) Lastly, Consider Christ’s care over thee. Look upon him in his providence.  That eye which neither sleeps by night nor slumbers by day is thy constant keeper.  Consider him in his intercession. There he prays for thee, ‘watching thereunto with all perseverance.’  It is his trade and business in heaven, for he lives to make intercession for his saints.  Con­sider him in his Spirit.  What is he but Christ’s mes­senger sent as our guardian to take care of the saints in his absence?  In a word, consider him in the gospel ministry, which is set up for this very purpose, to ‘watch for your souls.’  Yea, every private saint hath a charge to be his brother's keeper.  This well consid­ered would make thee,
           (a) Watchful to promote his glory that so care­fully provides for thy safety.  What put David into such a rage against Nabal but the disrespect that his servants found at his hands to whom he had been so serviceable?  ‘In vain have I kept all that this fellow hath.’
           (b) It would make thee the more watchful over thy own soul, if thou hast so much ingenuity as to fear grieving thy God, who expresseth this tender care over thee.  What greater grief can the indulgent parent have than to see his child not mind his own good after all his care and cost laid out upon him?  He joys to see the money he gives him improved and in­creased by his diligence; but it breaks his very heart with sorrow when it is all wasted and squandered away by ill husbandry

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