advantages. No subtile enemy but will be sure to attempt that part where is [ A]
likelihood of least defence, most weakness. When the Spouse misses him whom
her Soul loveth, every watchman hath a buffet for her. O Saviour, if thou be
never so little stept aside, we are sure to be assaulted with powerful Temptations.
They that durst say nothing to the Master, so soon as his back is turned fall
foul upon his weakest Disciples. Even at the first hatching the Serpent was
thus crafty, to begin at the weaker vessell: experience and time hath not aba∣ted
his wit. If he still work upon silly Women laden with divers lusts, upon rude
and ungrounded Ignorants, it is no other then his old wont.
Our Saviour upon the skirts of the hill knew well what was done in the
plain; and therefore hasts down to the rescue of his Disciples. The clouds and [ B]
vapors do not sooner scatter upon the Sun's breaking forth, then these cavils
vanish at the presence of Christ: in stead of opposition they are straigth upon
their knees; here are now no quarrells, but humble salutations; and if Christ's
question did not force theirs, the Scribes had found no tongue.
Doubtlesse there were many eager Patients in this throng; none made so
much noise as the father of the Demoniack. Belike upon his occasion it was that
the Scribes held contestation with the Disciples. If they wrangled, he fues, and
that from his knees. Whom wil not need make both humble and eloquent?
The case was wofull, and accordingly expressed. A son is a dear name; but
this was his only son. Were his grief ordinary yet, the sorrow were the lesse; [ C]
but he is a fearfull spectacle of judgment, for he is Lunatick. Were this Lunacy
yet merely from a natural distemper, it were more tolerable; but this is aggra∣vated
by the possession of a cruell spirit, that handles him in a most grievous
manner. Yet were he but in the rank of other Demoniacks, the discomfort
were more easie; but lo, this spirit is worse then all other his fellows; others
are usually dispossessed by the Disciples, this is beyond their power. I be sought
thy Disciples to cast him out, but they could not: therefore, Lord, have thou mercy
on my Son. The despair of all other helps sends us importunately to the God of
power. Here was his refuge; the strong man had gotten possession, it was only
the stronger then he that can eject him. O God, spiritual wickednesses have [ D]
naturally seized upon our Souls: all humane helps are too weak; only thy Mer∣cy
shall improve thy Power to our deliverance.
What bowels could chuse but yearn at the distresse of this poor young man?
Phrensy had taken his brain: that Disease was but health in comparison of the
tyrannical possession of that evil spirit, wherewith it was seconded. Out of Hell
there could not be a greater misery: his Senses are either berest, or else left to
torment him; he is torn and racked, so as he foams and gnashes, he pines and
languishes; he is cast sometimes into the fire, sometimes into the water. How
that malitious Tyrant rejoices in the mischief done to the creature of God?
Had earth had any thing more pernicious then fire and water, thither had he [ E]
been thrown; though rather for torture, then dispatch. It was too much fa∣vour
to die at once. O God, with how deadly enemies hast thou matched us?
Abate thou their power, since their malice will not be abated.
How many think of this case with pity and horror, and in the mean time are
insensible of their own fearfuller condition?
It is but oftentimes that the Devil would cast this young man into a tem∣porary
fire; he would cast the sinner into an eternal fire, whose everlasting
burnings have no intermissions. No fire comes amisse to him; the fire of Affli∣ction,
the fire of Lust, the fire of Hell. O God, make us apprehensive of the
danger of our sin, and secure from the fearfull issue of sin. [ F]
All these very same effects follow his spiritual possession. How doth he tear
and rack them whom he vexes and distracts with inordinate cares and sor∣rows?
How do they foam and gnash whom he hath drawn to an impatient re∣pining
at God's afflictive hand? How do they pine away who hourly decay
and languish in Grace?