Unless the Spirit of God crosses my path and gives me an understanding of the preciousness of Christ and the glory of His blessed Gospel and creates within me a new heart, giving me a knowledge of Who He is, I will be forever lost. Unless Christ intervenes, He will never be any more to me than someone else recorded in history who walked this earth.

When the gospel is preached it will be nothing more to me than a boring hour of the same message heard last week; the songs of praise will be to me nothing more than a different way of singing eighth notes; and when I hear those who call themselves believers witness of Him, their conversation will only grate on the already frayed ends of my nerves. But if my cold heart is removed and God Himself creates within me a new heart, I will find myself in awe of His mercy. I will not be able to thank Him enough, to praise Him enough, to worship Him enough, or to hear His gospel enough. As Mr. Barnard said, "I’ll find myself somewhere between total ecstasy and despair."

Still, even with that new heart, sometimes I will seemingly feel so indifferent to Christ’s message. But I will not despair at my feelings—He is greater than my feelings! I must not rest in my feelings. I must rest in Him, in His Word, in His promises.