I am but dust


C.H. Spurgeon

For He knoweth our frame; He remembereth that WE ARE DUST!” [Psalm 103:14]

PRIDE is the inherent sin of man, and yet it is of all sins the most foolish.

A thousand arguments might be used to show its absurdity; but none of these would be sufficient to quench its vitality.

Alive it is in the heart, and there it will be, till we die to this world, and rise again without spot or blemish.

What are we, after all, but as grasshoppers in his sight, as drops of the bucket, as lumps of animated dust!

We are but the infants of a day, when we are most old; we are but the insects of an hour, when we are most strong; we are but the wild donkey’s colt, when we are most wise, we are but as folly and vanity, when we are most excellent – let that tend to humble us.

But surely if this does not prevail to clip the pinions of our high soaring pride, the Christian man may at least bind its wings with arguments derived from the “distinguishing love and peculiar mercies of God”.

“Who makes you to differ from another?” –This question should be like a dagger put to the throat of our boasting!

“And what do you have that you did not receive?” –This question should be like a sword thrust through the heart of our self-exaltation and pride!


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