2. I was dumb with silence. Not a word escaped him. I held my peace, even from good. It was an easy, safe, and effectual way of
avoiding sin, if it did not involve a neglect of the duty which he owed to God
to speak well of his name. Our divine Lord was silent before the wicked, but
not altogether so, for before Pontius Pilate he witnessed a good confession,
and asserted his kingdom. And my sorrow was stirred. Inward grief was
made to work and ferment by want of vent. Utterance is the natural outlet for
the heart’s anguish, and silence is, therefore, both an aggravation of the evil
and a barrier against its cure. Nature may do her best to silence the
expression of discontent, but unless grace comes to her rescue, she will be
sure to succumb.
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