| THE DANGERS OF MIDDLE AGE 
			
												We read and hear much about the dangers of youth, and they are 
			very many and often very deadly; but how little do we hear about the 
			dangers of the middle-aged! And yet they, too, are very many and 
			very deadly. 
 I was vividly reminded of this only recently, when a man, 
			considerably past fifty years of age, stopped me on the street and 
			sought an interview. After a rather close examination, in which I 
			sought to locate and diagnose his spiritual disease, he told me of 
			his sins and temptations. He had been a Christian, but had fallen; 
			he was becoming more and more entangled in a network of evil, and 
			was sinking, deeper and deeper in the quicksands of his iniquity -- 
			and his sins were sins of the flesh!
 
 What most amazed me some years ago, when I began to consider this 
			subject, was the fact that the middle-aged are not altogether safe 
			from the awful corruption and blasting sin which lies lurking in the 
			lusts of the flesh.
 
 John, when but a young man in Egypt, fully and grandly overcame this 
			danger. He kept himself pure and set an example for the ages. But in 
			middle life David, and Solomon, his son, with all their light and 
			wisdom, fell grievously and wallowed in sin and shame, thus bringing 
			reproach to this day upon God's people and God's cause, stirring up 
			the enemies of the Lord to mock and blaspheme: and, doubtless, 
			encouraging others by their example to fall into like sins.
 
 But we do not have to go back to ancient history nor to the ranks of 
			those who make no profession of religion to find how sins of the 
			flesh overthrow middle-aged men if they do not watch and pray and 
			walk softly with the Lord. I shall never forget the shock and chill 
			that went through the hearts of American Christians some years ago, 
			when an evangelist -- with silvering hair, the author of a number of 
			books of great spiritual insight and power, and one of the mightiest 
			preachers it has ever been my lot to hear -- fell into sin and 
			shame. Oh! it was pitiful! It was heartbreaking for his influence to 
			be ruined, his good name blackened, his reputation gone, his family 
			put to shame, God's cause mocked, and for a soul whom he should have 
			shepherded to be dragged to the mouth of Hell to gratify his passing 
			pleasure.
 
 And there are a number of others whom I have known who had great 
			opportunities of usefulness, whose influence was widespread, and who 
			walked in a broad day of spiritual light, but who sank into a black 
			night of corruption, sin, and shame.
 
 So let not only young men, but matured men as well, take heed lest 
			they fall. Let them watch for and guard themselves against the 
			beginnings of sin -- the unclean thought, the lascivious look, the 
			impure imagination, the unholy desire. Let them hate 'even the 
			garment spotted by the flesh.'
 
 Let them beware of selling for a mess of pottage their good name, 
			their sphere of usefulness, their place among God's people, the 
			friendships of years, the honor of their children, the happiness of 
			their home, the smile and favor of God, and their hope of Heaven. 
			Let them look 'diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God 
			..... and thereby many be defiled; lest there be any fornicator, or 
			profane person, as Esau, who for one morsel of meat sold his 
			birthright.' (Hebrews xii. 15, 16.)
 
 But the more constant spiritual danger of the middle-aged is the 
			loss of the freshness of their early experience, the dew of their 
			spiritual morning, their 'first love,' when they were 'holiness unto 
			the Lord ' and when they ran after Jesus 'in the wilderness.' 
			(Jeremiah ii. 2, 3.)
 
 There is nothing in the world so wonderful, so beautiful and so 
			delightful as the constant renewal of spiritual youth in the midst 
			of the increasing cares and burdens, the infirmities and losses and 
			disappointments of middle life and old age. And there is nothing so 
			sad as the gradual loss of fervor, of simplicity, of heart devotion, 
			of unfeigned faith, of triumphing hope, of glowing love, of 
			spiritual youth.
 
 The Psalmist called upon his soul to bless the Lord, who satisfied 
			his mouth with good things, so that his youth -- his soul's youth -- 
			was renewed like the eagle's. (Psalm ciii. 1-5.)
 
 But multitudes, instead of thus being renewed, fall into decay; they 
			lose the bloom and blessedness of their early experience and become 
			like Ephraim, of whom the prophet said: 'Strangers have devoured his 
			strength, and he knoweth it not; yea, grey hairs are here and there 
			upon him, yet he knoweth it not.' (Hosea vii. 9) This loss may steal 
			upon us like a creeping paralysis if we do not watch and pray.
 
 1. It may come through a widening experience of the weakness and 
			fickleness of man. We are continually tempted to lean upon men 
			rather than upon God and His Word; and when men fail and fall we 
			feel as though the foundations were swept away. At such times the 
			Tempter will whisper: 'What is the use of your trying to live a holy 
			life? There is none good, no, not one.' Then if we do not at once 
			flee to and hide ourselves in Jesus, and lift our eyes to God and 
			stir up our faith towards Him, a chill of discouragement and doubt 
			and fear will sweep over us, lukewarmness will take the place of the 
			warm, throbbing experience of youth, and a half-skeptical, 
			half-cynical spirit will fill the heart that once overflowed with 
			glad, simple faith and abounding hope. It is this loss that often 
			makes old Officers and Soldiers look so coldly upon the return of 
			backsliders, and that so unfits them to help and encourage young 
			Converts.
 
 There was nothing that filled me with greater admiration for the 
			Founder than his morning-like freshness, his perennial youth, his 
			springing hope, his unfailing faith in God and man -- in spite of 
			all the shameful failures and desertions and backslidings which 
			wounded him to the heart and pierced him through with many sorrows. 
			And where he led shall we not follow?
 
 Instead of looking at those who have fallen, shall we not look at 
			those who have stood? Instead of losing heart and faith because of 
			those who have thrown down the sword and fled from the field, shall 
			we not shout for joy and emulate those who were faithful unto death, 
			who came up out of great tribulation with robes washed in the Blood 
			of the Lamb? Why not shout for joy, and triumph with Joseph in his 
			victory rather than sneer and lose faith in God and man, and thus 
			suffer defeat with David in his fall? Why not look at the beloved 
			John and rejoice, rather than at the traitor Judas and despair?
 
 Why not 'consider Jesus, who endured such contradiction of sinners 
			against Himself '? If we do, we shall not 'be wearied and faint' in 
			our minds. (Hebrews xii. 3.)
 
 2. Again, this loss may come through thronging cares and 
			responsibilities. Youth and old age are largely free from 
			responsibility, which comes pressing hard and insistently upon the 
			middle-aged. There are business cares, family cares, responsibility 
			for The Army, the Church, the City, and State. The wide-open, hungry 
			mouths of the children must be fed, their restless, destructive feet 
			must be shod, their health must be guarded, their tempers and 
			dispositions must be corrected and disciplined, their eager, 
			wayward, unformed minds must be trained and educated, and their 
			souls must be found and saved.
 
 And all these cares, which swarm about like bees, must be met again 
			and again, and that often when we are worn and weary and full of 
			pain. No wonder that when Jesus spoke of the thorny-ground hearers, 
			He mentioned 'the cares of life' as among the weeds which choke the 
			Word and make it unfruitful. But no true man or woman will run away 
			from these cares. Here again, there is victory for those who are 
			determined to have victory.
 
 Moses was thronged with care -- the care of a vast untrained, stiff 
			-- necked, hungry multitude in a barren wilderness; but he walked 
			with God, wore a shining face, and -- with but one brief loss of 
			patience, for which he duly suffered -- he got victory, and God and 
			angels conducted his funeral.
 
 Daniel superintended a huge empire, with a hundred and twenty 
			provinces, but he found time to pray and give thanks three times a 
			day, and was more than conqueror.
 
 Added to his whippings, stonings, and imprisonments, his shipwrecks 
			and perils, his hunger, cold, and nakedness, Paul had pressing upon 
			him 'the care of all the churches.' But he rejoiced and prayed and 
			gave thanks, and did not murmur or faint, neither did he turn back, 
			and God made him to triumph. Hallelujah!
 
 A distinguished writer has beautifully said, 'Comradeship with God 
			is the secret not only of joy and peace but of efficiency. In that 
			comradeship we find rest, not from our work, but in our work. When 
			Christ says, "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, 
			and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of Me," 
			He does not invite us to lay aside our work; He offers us rest in 
			our work. The invitation is to those who are laboring and bearing 
			burdens. The promise is that He will teach such how to labor and how 
			to bear their burdens so as not to be wearied by them. It is not a 
			couch which He offers us, but a yoke, and a yoke is an instrument 
			for the accomplishment of work. But a yoke is not only an implement 
			of industry, it is a symbol of comradeship. The yoke binds two 
			together. To take Christ's yoke upon us is to be yoked to Christ. 
			"Work with Me,'' says Christ, ''and your work will be easy and your 
			burden will be light." '
 
 And this comradeship with the Lord Jesus is the secret of victory 
			all along the way and over every obstacle and every foe. Here, O my 
			brother, my sister, tempted and tried, and almost overcome at the 
			noon of life, here, in fellowship with Jesus, the flesh loses its 
			subtle power, the charms of the world are discovered to be but 
			painted mockery, the Devil is outwitted, and while life is a warfare 
			it is also a victory. Glory to God!
 
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