We’re blessed by so many new and solid authors, but there’s something to be said about the old ones—a.k.a the dead guys. Faithful men whom God had used (and still uses) to infuse His glorious light and blessed hope into an ever-increasing dark and hopeless culture.
“CH” Spurgeon died almost 125 years ago, however his messages are as potent as ever. He was a man saturated by the Word of God; and a voracious reader to boot.
There’s a big green book that sits on my nightstand. I’m aiming on Saturday nights (aim at nothing and you are bound to hit it) to read through each of Mr. Spurgeon’s sermons from this set. It is easy to see why this incredibly gifted man is known as “the prince of preachers.”
Last weekend, I finished his second sermon from the second volume entitled “Healing For the Wounded.” It was preached at the New Park Street Pulpit in London on Sunday, November 11, 1855. Here’s an excerpt from it1:
And now, my hearers and readers, a parting word with you. Are you careless and ungodly? Permit your friend to speak with you. Is it true that after death there is a judgment? Do you believe that when you die, you will be called to stand before the bar of God? Do you know that there is a hell of eternal flame appointed for the wicked? Yes—you know and believe all this—and yet you are going down to hell thoughtless and unconcerned—you are living in constant and fearful jeopardy of your lives—without a friend on the other side the grave. Ah, how changed will your note be soon! You have turned away from rebuke, you have laughed at warning, but laughter will then give place to sighs, and your singing to yells of agony. Bethink thee, oh my brother man, ere thou dost again peril thy life. What wilt thou do if thy soul is required of thee? Canst thou endure the terrors of the Almighty? Canst thou dwell in everlasting burnings? Were thy bones of iron, and thy ribs of brass, the sight of the coming judgment would make thee tremble; forbear then to mock at religion, cease to blaspheme you Maker, for remember, you will soon meet Him face to face, and how will you then account for your insults heaped upon His patient Person? May the Lord yet humble thee before Him.
But I am seeking the distressed one, and I am impatient to be the means of his comfort. It may be my words are now sounding in the ear of my weary wounded fellow-countrymen. You have been long time tossing on the bed of languishing, and the time for thought had been blessed to your soul by God. You are now feeling the guilt of your life, and are lamenting the sins of your conduct. You fear there is no hope of pardon, no prospect of forgiveness, and you tremble lest death should lead your guilty soul unforgiven before its Maker. Hear, then, the Word of God. Thy pains for sins are God’s work in thy soul. He woundeth thee that thou mayest seek Him. He would not have showed thee thy sin if He did not intend to pardon. Thou art now a sinner, and Jesus came to save sinners, therefore He came to save thee; yea, He is saving thee now. These strivings of soul are the work of His mercy; there is love in every blow, and grace in every stripe. Believe, O troubled one, that He is able to save thee unto the uttermost, and thou shalt not believe in vain. Now, in the silence of your agony, look unto Him who by His stripes healeth thee. Jesus Christ has suffered the penalty of thy sins, and has endured the wrath of God on thy behalf. See you, yonder crucified Man on Calvary, and mark thee that those drops of blood are falling for thee, those nailed hands are pierced for thee, and that opened side contains a heart within it, full of love to thee.
“None but Jesus! none but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good!”