in a letter written to an unregenerate preacher
by William Huntington
I received yours of June the 6th, and I read it, but with no satisfaction; that which savours of nothing but flesh and blood, can never be savoury to an heaven-born soul; “That which is born of the flesh is flesh,” and will be savoury to the children of the flesh; “but that which is born of the Spirit is spirit,” and will be relished by none but spiritual children. If your matter had sprung from the Holy Ghost, it would have been more palatable to my soul; but as it savours neither of sound reason, nor of divinity, it is like Job’s tasteless dish; “Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?”
For my part I see nothing in the doctrine of election that is so contrary to sound reason. The woman who is now your wife, was chosen for you by your father, as you have owned to me; and when he proposed her to you, you approved of her, and married her in preference to any other. And I suppose that you would have deemed it daring insolence in any common prostitute, who should have come and called you to an account for not marrying her. And what should you have thought, if all the women in the world had come to you, and demanded your person to have been divided among them in wedlock? would you not have replied, “Every man has a right to chuse his own partner in life: who is to control me in the object of my choice?” Let this sovereign prerogative be granted to your Maker, and the offensive doctrine of election by Arminian practice is established. God the Father made a marriage for his son, Matt. xxii. 2. And Christ says, “I will betroth thee unto me for ever; yea, I will betroth thee unto me in righteousness, and in judgment, and in lovingkindness and in mercies. I will even betroth thee unto me in faithfulness, and thou shalt know the Lord.”
The Father brings this dame to his son, “No man can come to me except the Father draw him;” and he accepts her at his hands, and says, This is flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone. “This is a great mystery, but I speak concerning Christ and the church,” Ephes. v. 32.
And though you, sir, are desirous of making the Saviour a polygamist, by putting Leah to bed in the dark, and forcing her upon him by a covenant of wedlock of your own devising, which has been altered ten times, yet the Saviour says, No; she shall not be my wife; nor am I her husband, call her Lo-ruhamah, Hosea I. 6. I will not have her, I will have Hephzibah, my own delight, and no other. “There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. My dove, my undefiled is but one, she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her.”