To the one we are the savour of death unto death; and to the other the savour of life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things?
Ver. 16. The savour of death] Aristotle writeth, that vultures are killed with oil of roses. Swine (saith Pliny) cannot live in some parts of Arabia, by reason of the sweet scent of aromatical trees there growing in every wood. Tigers are enraged with perfumes. Vipera interficitur palmis, Snakes are killed with palm dates, saith Pausanias. Moses killed the Egyptian, saved the Israelite. Obededom was blessed for the ark, the Philistines were cursed. The sun of the gospel shining upon one that is ordained to eternal life reviveth and quickeneth him; but lighting upon a child of death it causeth him to stink more abominably. Gregory in his Morals saith that "this word is like the planet Venus, which unto some is Lucifer, a bright morning star arising in their hearts, whereby they are roused up, and stirred from iniquity; but to the other is Hesperus, an evening star, whereby they are brought to bed, and laid asleep in impiety." Oecumenius tells us, that the fragrance of precious ointment is wholesome for doves, but kills the beetle, columbam vegetal, scarabaeum necat, &c.
And who is sufficient] And yet now who is it almost that thinks not himself sufficient for that sacred and tremendous function of the ministry "Who am I?" saith Moses; "Who am I not?" saith our upstart. Bradford was hardly persuaded to become a preacher. Latimer leaped when he laid down his bishopric, being discharged, as he said, of such a heavy burthen. Luther was wont to say, that if he were again to choose his calling, he would dig, or do anything rather than take upon him the office of a minister; so said reverend Mr Whately of Banbury once in my hearing.