HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
“Hast not thou made an hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath on every side? thou hast blessed the work of his hands, and his substance is increased in the land.” Job 1:10
Yes, this is what God has done for me. He has made a whole labyrinth of hedges about me, to shut out what will harm.
His providence is a hedge. The events of my history, are of His preparation. By prosperity, by delay, by heartbreak — He would warn me against sin and temptation, and encourage me to new grace.
A Christian friend is a hedge. I cannot give way to evil when he is near. He is a conscience which reproves me. I am ashamed when I compare my soiled life with his sincerity.
The Bible is a hedge. It reveals the plague of my heart. It makes me pure, in proportion as I listen to its voice. It transforms my soul.
The calls of the Spirit are God’s hedges. Often I have heard His message, alarming like the wind of winter or the sound of a hurricane, or gentle like a mother awakening her child. He summons me to purity, service, to assurance and joy.
But His grace in Christ is the best of His hedges. I see the “place somewhat ascending where stands a Cross, and, a little below, a Sepulcher.” If I remember it I can never permit myself to transgress.
