Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father. (John 14:12)
Oh, to have done with all glory but glorying in the cross! For my part, I am content to be a fool if the old Gospel be folly. What is more, I am content to be lost if faith in the atoning sacrifice will not bring salvation.
I am so sure about the whole matter that if I were left alone in the world as the last believer in the doctrines of grace, I would not think of abandoning them, nor even toning them down to win a convert.
“Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth” such as He deserves at our hands (Luke 18:8)? Do we believe in Jesus practically, in matter-of-fact style?
Is our faith fact and not fiction? If we have the truth of faith, have we the degree of faith that we might have? Just think of this: “If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove” (Matthew 17:20).
What does this mean? Brethren, are we not off the rails? Do we even know what faith means? I begin sometimes to question whether we believe at all. What signs follow our believing?
When we think what wonders faith could have done, when we consider what marvels our Lord might have wrought among us if it had not been for our unbelief, are we not humiliated?
Have we ever launched out into the deep in clear reliance upon the Eternal God? Have we clung to the naked promize of God and rested upon the bare arm of omnipotence, which in and of itself is more than sufficient for the fulfillment of every promise?1