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ILLUSTRATION… Discipleship Journal, 11-12/92
A recent survey of Discipleship Journal readers ranked areas of greatest spiritual challenge to them:
1. Materialism
2. Pride
3. Self-centeredness
4. Laziness
5. (Tie) Anger/Bitterness
5. (Tie) Sexual lust
6. Envy
7. Gluttony
8. Lying

Survey respondents noted temptations were more potent when…
they had neglected their time with God (81 percent)
and when they were physically tired (57 percent).
Resisting temptation was accomplished by prayer (84 percent), avoiding compromising
situations (76 percent), Bible study (66 percent), and being accountable to someone (52 percent).

 
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Wayne Major
 
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“Pride is the king of vices. . . it is the first of the pallbearers of the soul. . . other vices destroy only their opposite virtues, as wantonness destroys chastity; greed destroys temperance; anger destroys gentleness; but PRIDE DESTROYS ALL VIRTUES” (emphasis mine). --Bishop Fulton J. Sheen

 
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It was a dark and stormy night.

You could hear the thunder in the distance. Bats flapped their wings in the darkness of the night.
There the castle stood. The wolves were howling; the trees were swaying in the wind as it whistled.

And inside the castle, a faint light shown…from a laboratory.

This was the laboratory of the one and only, the maddest
scientist of them all…the laboratory of the infamous Dr. Emil Van-Gelical!

A rat ran across the granite floor as a daunting figure appeared in the light. It was Dr. Van Gelical himself with his white laboratory coat stained with the evidence of his notorious experiements.

His eyes were glowing with mad delight as he gazed upon the table in the middle of the room, covered with a white sheet.

Under the sheet lay a human-like form.

Suddenly, Dr. Evan Gelical shouted:

"Igor, come quickly! We have much to do!"

Irregular footsteps were heard coming down from the stairs.
In a moment appeared Igor, a hunchback with tattered clothes and a candelabrum in one hand and a big cardboard box in the other.

"Yes master…here is everything you ordered. All is ready!"

"Very good. Bring all the materials to the table Igor. Now we begin….the experiment!

Thunder was heard in the distance while Igor dragged the box towards the table.

"Tonight I will conduct the greatest experiment of my career. Tonight shall be my greatest triumph ever!"

Doctor Evan Gelical raised his fist towards the sky:
"I shall achieve what no man has achieved before. Tonight I create spiritual life! This shall be my greatest hour for I shall create….Christianstein!"

More thunder and lightning.

"They say that I am mad Igor. But Christianstein shall be the greatest specimen of spiritual life the world has ever seen! He shall everything Igor, EVERYTHING!"

"The moment has arrived. Igor, y gloves!."

"Yes master."

"Give me the voice of a great evangelist Igor!"

"Yes master" and he handed him a jar from the box.

"The courage of Stephen!" Igor produced a disty vial.

"The patience of Job!" the doctor commanded and he was rewarded with an ancient-looking flask.

"Now the hypodermic and the serums I distilled!"

Igor’s hands trembled as he presented a long, steel syringe and bottles filled with different colored fluids.

"Double dosis of daily prayer and Bible reading,"
murmured Dr. Evan Gelical while he withdrew liquid from one of the bottles and injected it into the lifeless figure’s arm.

"Then faithful church attendance…generous giving…temperance…volunteer work…ability to resist temptation…witnessing…"

The doctor paused for a moment, then filled the syringe with fluid from the final container.

"And last-but not least-a triple injection of …orthodoxy!

The mad doctor consulted his list once more.

"Examine the box Igor. Have we forgoteen anything?"

"Oh no master…Everything must be in place!"

"Excellent! This is the moment the world has waited for. This is the moment for….Christianstein!"

The doctor dashed to the nearest wall where an electical control panel waited.

"A million volts of lightning will bring my creation to life. Now stand back Igor while I throw the power switch…and prepare to meet the perfect Christian…CHRISTIANSTEIN!"

Doctor Emil Van Gelical threw the massive switch as an avalanche of thunder shook the castle.

The figure began to tremble.

"Doctor! shouted Igor…it’s….moving!

"Yes, yes, my creation lives!

That thing called "CHRISTIANSTEIN" sat up slowly. Then, stiffly, it climbed from the table and stood to its full height.

"Oh, my creation…..Speak to me, speak to me!"

The figure looked down at the doctor and frowned. Finally it began to speak in a low and hostile growl:

"If I speak in the language of angels but have not love…"

"LOVE?" asked the doctor, examining in perplexity his list once again.

Slowly the creature lifted his hands towards the doctor who was still consulting his list.

"If I have the gift of prophecy and can understand all mysteries and all knowledge and if I have faith that can move mountains and have not love…."

"LOVE?" Igor, what is he talking about?"

"I, I don’t know master! answered Igor as he hid himself under the table.

"If I give all my possessions to the poor and give my body to the flames to be burned and have not love…" Suddenly the figure, growling, picked up the doctor by his coat off of his feet…."I gain nothing!"

"Nothing?" said the doctor.

"¡Aaarrggghhh!" the creature bellowed throwing the doctor to the ground and reaching for his throat.

"Igor you fool! I knew that we forgot something! And such a small thing!" while the doctor fled for his life with the creature CHRISTIANSTIEN in hot pursuit.

A few minutes passed before Igor finally had enough courage to come out from under the table. Finally, looking this way and that, he whispered:

"I, I think….we have created a monster!"

 
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Temperance is a bridle ...

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The Temperance Reformation

This story took place in the years when social drinking was a common thing even among many of the churches. However, many men of God were beginning to speak out against drinking and taking a stand against it from their pulpits.

One Sunday, the pastor, who was a supporter of the drink, announced that there would be town meeting the following night… the topic: The evils of intemperance in the use of alcoholic liquors.

Many showed up to see what would be said. Two men also came whom were strangers. One looked to be as a member of the clergy while the other was a tall broad chested man, white headed, with a face full of wrinkles. His eyes were black and restless.
One arm had been severed above his elbow and there was a wide scar above his right eye.

The clergy speaker made his appeal and when finished, the local pastor stood and attacked the position of this visitor stating they were nothing but meddlesome fanatics who wished to break up the time-honored usages of good society and injure the business of respectable men.

As the pastor took his seat, the large visiting man rose, and after a few awkward moments, proceeded to speak with a depth in his voice that riveted every one in that meeting with peculiar interest.

One man in particular had his attention fixed intently on this visitor moreso than any other in the building.

Than elder man began to speak:
I am an old man standing alone at the end of life’s journey. There is a deep sorrow in my heart and tears in my eyes. I am without friends, home or family, but it used to not be so.

I once had a loving mother who’s now in the grave that took special care to raise me the best she could…

I once had a loving wife, and precious little boy and baby girl with a beautiful home.
But that women’s bright blue eyes were dimmed, and that precious family was torn apart and crushed by the demon of the bottle.

I was a drunkard. I drug my family down with me into degradation and poverty. The family often went without food for days at a time as I followed that cursed life of strong drink.

One New Year night, I returned late to our wretched delapitated home where my wife was still up shivering over the few hot coals. I demanded food, but she burst into tears stating that there had not been food for a few days. Suddenly the baby girl burst forth in a wail for she was hungry. I could not take the noise and the saddened look of my wife, so I hit her to the earth. The furies of hell boiled inside me. Then taking her by the hair, I drug her to the door throwing her outside in the deep snow. I grabbed that baby girl and also threw her outside. But that wasn’t enough. I then turned to the little bed where lie my sleeping boy and snatched him from his covers also throwing him outside.

In an agony of fear, he called me by a name I am no longer fit to bear and locked his little fingers in my side pocket. I could not pull his hand free, so like the devil, I shut the door upon his arm and with my pocket knife severed the wrist.

The speaker paused for a moment and buried his face in his hand, his chest heaving like a fierce storm.

He then resumed his story. It was morning when I awoke. I first secured a drink of water and then looked for my wife. At first I could not understand where she had gone, but then like a murderous nightmare, my mind began to remember the happenings of the night before. I rushed to the door, opening it with shuddering dread. As the door opened, and show blew in, something else also fell in, striking the floor with a hard sharp sound. My blood shot like red-hot arrows through my viens… I had to turn away as the sight was too horrible to bear. It was my wife holding and cuddling my little baby girl, both frozen to death. I know not what happened to my little son.

Again, the old man bowed his head and wept, and all in the meeting wept with him.

He went on: I was arrested, and sentenced to prison for 10 years, but that confinement was nothing compared to the anguish I went through day after day, night after night.

Friends, I’m here tonight, no not as a fanatic, but to warn others to not enter into the path which has been so dark and fearful to me. Oh that I could see my wife and children again.

With that, he sat down. The other visitor then asked all those present to sign a pledge to never drink again. The one man in the crowd who had shown special attention to these two visitors and the old man in particular, jumped to his feet and raced over to grab the pen to sign the pledge.

The older man looked up and almost shouted… Sign it young man, sign it! Angels would sign it. I would write my name ten thousand times in blood if I could bring my loved ones back.

The man wrote his name: Mortimer Hudson.

The old man looked, wiped his tears and looked again catching his breath.
Pardon me young man, but… that is the name of my own brave boy.

The young man trembled and then held up his arm to show there was no hand.
The old man gasped.
My own injured boy
The young man cried
My father.
They fell upon each other till it seemed that their souls would grow and mingle into one.
There was much weeping in that place as two souls sought forgiveness and were reconciled back together.

 
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"No man can expect to find a friend without faults; nor can he propose himself to be so to another. Without reciprocal mildness and temperance there can be no continuance of friendship. Every man will have something to do for his friend, and something to bear with in him."

 
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"The ingredients of health and long life are great temperance, open air, easy labor, and little care."

 
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"Temperance means the abstinence from all that is evil, and the moderate u...

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"No free government, or the blessings of liberty, can be preserved to any people, but by a firm adherence to justice, moderation, temperance, frugality and virtue, and by frequent recurrence to fundamental principles."

 
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Believers throughout church history – the early church fathers, the Reformers, the Puritans – have been inspired by Scripture to reduce spiritually to two lists known as “the seven deadly sins and the seven virtues” of saintliness. The sin list includes pride, envy, anger, sloth, avarice, gluttony and lust.

The virtues list includes wisdom, justice, courage, temperance, faith, love and hope.

Mahatma Gandhi was a spiritual leader in India in the middle of the 20th century. He drew up a list of seven deadly sins in the form of contrasts. Even though he was a Hindu and his life was not centered on Christ, his list includes godly perspectives and deserves our attention.

His list of seven deadly sins included:

wealth without work,

pleasure without conscience,

knowledge without character,

commerce without morality,

science without humanity,

worship without sacrifice and

politics without principle.
–Max DePree, Leadership Is an Art.

 
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