There is a most fierce and unyielding aspect to the preaching of the Gospel. We are called to be witnesses--witnesses to and for the Truth, as it is. We are ambassadors presenting a message to the world . . . and to the elect; there are only those two camps. Presently, they are mingled. We stand in the midst and proclaim the fulcrum, the pinnacle of all human history. And when we do, whether before a crowd or just one or a few . . . it will fall one of two ways. The message acts as a sweet fragrance of "life unto life" upon "those who are being saved" . . . or the knell of death upon those who are perishing.
What a profound, fearful, wonderful responsibility the King has bequeathed to his faithful subjects who are his anointed envoys! What a mighty honor befalls necessarily the "called out ones" who call out!
There is no mushy middle ground. There are none who hang in the balance, for the Sovereign has pre-determined all that He would to happen according to His divine, good pleasure and perfect will.
But in this, His great mercy and sharing nature is shown as He employs His children--His heirs to be the means by which the proclamation is made and causes so dire and glorious a reaction in either of the cases!
"But thanks be to God, who always puts us on display
in Christ and through us spreads the aroma of the knowledge of Him in
every place. For to God we are the fragrance of Christ among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing." --2 Cor. 2:14-15
" . . . truth resisted deadens the soul. Hearts that do not break under the
hammer of the Gospel grow harder than the nether millstone. The
sensibilities that are not melted by the story of Calvary are frozen
into obdurate impenitence. The will that does not bow to the motives of
the cross grows gigantic in its mighty rebellion against infinite love.
The mind that will not be enlightened by the streaming radiance of an
atoning Savior will become impenetrable dark in its wilful blindness.
The believers that will not enter the Canaan of sanctification when it
is offered them, turn back into the wilderness to die. --Aaron Hills