What do we
say to our self-indulgence, our sloth, our love of ease, our avoidance of
hardship, our luxury our pampering of the body, our costly feasts, our
silken couches, our brilliant furniture, our gay clothing, our braided hair,
our jeweled fingers, our idle mirth, our voluptuous music, our jovial
tables, loaded with every variety of wine and rich viands?
Christians? Or are we worldlings? Where is the self-denial of primitive
days? Where is the separation from a self-pleasing luxurious world? Where is
the cross, the true badge of discipleship, to be seen except in useless
religious ornaments for the body, or worse than useless decorations for the
"Woe to those who are at ease in Zion!" Is not this the
description of multitudes who name the name of Christ? They may not always
be "living in debauchery, lust, drunkenness, orgies, carousing and
detestable idolatry." But even where these are absent, there is 'high
living,'--luxury of the table or the wardrobe--in conformity to 'this
present evil world.'