It is one thing to believe the theory that I am spiritually a poverty-stricken pauper, it is quite another to have an acute sense of it in my soul. There is deep anguish that there is so little growth in grace, so little fruit to God s glory, such a wretched return made for His abounding goodness unto me. This is accompanied by an ever-deepening discovery of the depths of corruption which is still within me. It is grieved by the motions of unbelief, the swellings of pride, the surging of rebellion against God. Blessed are the meek.
Meekness is yieldedness.
It is the opposite of self-will. Meekness is pliability and meltedness of heart, which makes me submissive and responsive to God s will. Note too that they are far from being characteristics which will render their possessor pleasing and popular to the world. He who feels himself to be a spiritual pauper will not be welcomed by the wealthy Laodiceans. He who daily mourns for his leanness, his barrenness, his sinfulness, will not be courted by the self-righteous.