A sermon (No. 491) delivered on Lord’s Day Evening, October
26th, 1862, at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington, by C. H. Spurgeon.
“The name of the Lord is a strong tower: the righteous
runneth into it, and is safe.” safe: Heb. set aloft Proverbs 18:10
I. Of course we all know that by the name of God is meant
the character of the Most High, so that our first lesson is that the character
of God furnishes the righteous with an abundant security .
The character of God is the refuge of the Christian, in
opposition to other refuges which godless men have chosen. Solomon suggestively
puts the following words in the next verse “The rich man’s wealth is his strong
city, and as an high wall in his own conceit.” The rich man feels that his
wealth may afford him comfort. Should he be attacked in law, his wealth can
procure him an advocate; should he be insulted in the streets, the dignity of a
full purse will avenge him; should he be sick, he can fee the best physicians;
should he need ministers to his pleasures, or helpers of his infirmities, they
will be at his call; should famine stalk through the land, it will avoid his
door; should war itself break forth he can purchase an escape from the sword,
for his wealth is his strong tower. In contra-distinction to this, the
righteous man finds in his God all that the wealthy man finds in his substance,
and a vast deal more. “The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I
trust in him.” God is our treasure; he is to us better than the fullest purse,
or the most magnificent income; broad acres yield not such peace as a well
attested interest in the love and faithfulness of our heavenly Father.
Provinces under our sway could not bring to us greater revenues than we possess
in him who makes us heirs of all things by Christ Jesus. Other men who trust
not in their wealth, nevertheless make their own names a strong tower. To say
the truth, a man’s good name is no mean defense against the attacks of his
fellow-men. To wrap one’s self about in the garment of integrity is to defy the
chill blast of calumny, and to be mailed against the arrows of slander. If we
can appeal to God and say, “Lord, thou knowest that in this thing I am not
wicked,” then let the mouth of the liar pour forth his slanders, let him
scatter his venom where he may, we bear an antidote within before which his
poison yields its power. But this is only true in a very limited sense; death
soon proves to men that their own good name can afford them no consolation, and
under conviction of sin a good repute is no shelter. When conscience is awake,
when the judgment is unbiassed, when we come to know something of the law of
God and of the justice of his character, we soon discover that
self-righteousness is no hiding-place for us, a crumbling battlement which will
fall on the neck of him that hides behind it a pasteboard fortification
yielding to the first shock of the law a refuge of lies to be beaten down with
the great hailstones of eternal vengeance such is the righteousness of man. The
righteous trusteth not in this; not his own name, but the name of his God, not
his own character, but the character of the Most High is his strong tower.
Numberless are those castles in the air to which men hasten in the hour of
peril: ceremonies lift their towers into the clouds; professions pile their
walls high as mountains, and works of the flesh paint their delusions till they
seem substantial bulwarks; but all, all shall melt like snow and vanish like a
mist. Happy is he who leaves the sand for the rock, the phantom for the
substance.
The name of the Lord is a strong tower to the Christian, not
only in opposition to other men’s refuges, but as a matter of fact and reality.
Even when he is not able to perceive it by experience, yet God’s character is
the refuge of the saint. If we come to the bottom of things, we shall find that
the basis of the security of the believer lies in the character of God. I know
you will tell me it is the covenant; but what is the covenant worth if God were
changeable, unjust, untrue? I know you will tell me that the confidence of the
believer is in the blood of Christ; but what were the blood of Christ if God
were false; if after Christ had paid the ransom the Lord should deny him the
ransomed, if after Christ had stood the substitute, the judge of men should yet
visit upon our heads for whom he suffered our own guilt; if Jehovah could be
unrighteous; if he could violate his promise and become faithless as we are,
then I say that even the blood of Christ would afford us no security. You tell
me that there is his promise, but again I remind you that the value of a man’s
promise must depend on his character. If God were not such that he cannot lie,
if he were not so faithful that he cannot repent, if he were not so mighty that
he cannot be frustrated when he intends to perform, then his promise were but
waste paper; his words like our words would be but wind, and afford no
satisfactory shelter for a soul distressed and anxious. But you will tell me he
has sworn with an oath. Brethren, I know he has. He has given us two immutable
things in which it is impossible for him to lie that we may have strong
consolation. But still what is a man’s oath worth irrespective of his
character? Is it not after all what a man is that makes his asseveration to be
eminently mistrusted or profoundly believed? And it is because our God cannot
by any means foreswear himself but must be true, that his oath becomes of value
to you and to me. Brethren, after all, let us remember that the purpose of God
in our salvation is the glorifying of his own character, and this it is that
makes our salvation positively sure. If everyone that trusts in Christ be not
saved then is God dishonored, the Lord of Hosts hath hung up his escutcheon,
and if in the face of the whole earth he accomplisheth not that which he
declares he will perform in this book, then is his escutcheon stained. I say
it, he hath flung down the gauntlet to sin, and death, and hell, and if he be
not the conqueror over all these in the heart of every soul that trusteth in
him, then he is no more the God of Victories, nor can we shout his everlasting
praise as the Lord mighty in battle. His character then, you see, when we come
to the basis of all, is the great granite formation upon which must rest all
the pillars of the covenant of grace and the sure mercies thereof. His wisdom,
truth, mercy, justice, power, eternity, and immutability, are the seven pillars
of the house of sure salvation. If we would have comfort, we can surely find it
in the character of God. This is our strong tower, we run into it and we are
safe.
Mark you beloved, not only is this true as a matter of fact,
but it is true as a matter of experience . I hope I shall now speak the
feelings of your hearts while I say we have found the character of God to be an
abundant safeguard to us. We have known full well the trials of life; thank God
we have, for what would any of us be worth if we had no troubles? Troubles like
files take away our rust; like furnaces they consume our dross; like
winnowing-fans they drive away the chaff, and we should have had but little
value, we should have had but little usefulness if we had not been made to pass
through the furnace. But in all our troubles we have found the character of God
a comfort. You have been poor very poor: I know some of you here have been out
of work a long time, and you have wondered where your bread would come from
even for the next meal. Now what has been your comfort? Have you not said, “God
is too good to let me starve; he is too bountiful to let me want.” And so you
see you have found his character to be your strong tower. Or else you have had
personal sickness; you have long lain on the bed of weariness, tossing to and
fro, and then the temptation has come into your heart to be impatient: “God has
dealt hardly with you,” so the Evil One whispers; but how do you escape? Why,
you say, “No, he is no tyrant, I know him to be a sympathizing God.” “In all
their afflictions he was afflicted, the angel of his presence saved them.” Or
else you have had losses many losses, and you have been apt to ask, “How can
these things be? How is it I have to work so long and plod so hard, and have to
look about me with all my wits to earn but little, and yet when I have made
money it melts? I see my wealth, like a flock of birds upon the fields, here
one moment and gone the next, for a passer-by claps his hand and everything
takes to itself wings and flies away.” Then we are apt to think that God is
unwise to let us toil for naught; but lo, we run into our strong tower and we feel
it cannot be. No; the God who sent this affliction could not have acted in a
thoughtless, reckless, wisdomless manner; there must be something here that
shall work for my good. You know brethren, it is useless for me to attempt to
describe the various ways in which your trials come; but I am sure they that
know Jehovah’s name will put their trust in him. Perhaps your trial has been
want, and then you have said “His name is Jehovah-Jireh, the Lord will
provide;” or else you have been banished from friends, perhaps from country,
but you have said, “Ah! his name is Jehovah-Shammah, the Lord is there;” or
else you have had a disturbance in your family; there has been war within and
war without, but you have run into your strong tower, for you have said, “His
name is Jehovah-Shalom, the Lord send peace;” or else the world has slandered
you, and you yourself have been conscious of sin, but you have said, “His name
is Jehovah-Tsidkenu, the Lord our righteousness,” and so you have gone there
and been safe; or else many have been your enemies, then his name has been
“Jehovah-Nissi, the Lord my banner;” and so he has been a strong tower to you.
Defy then brethren defy in God’s strength tribulations of every sort and size.
Say with the poet,
“There is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine,
Reserved for all the heirs of grace;
That refuge now is mine.
The least and feeblest here may hide
Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on every side, I rest secure in God.”
But, beloved, besides the trials of this life we have the
sins of the flesh, and what a tribulation these are; but the name of our God is
our strong tower then. At certain seasons we are more than ordinarily conscious
of our guilt; and I would give little for your piety if you do not sometimes
creep into a corner with the poor publican and say, “God be merciful to me a
sinner.” Broken hearts and humble walkers, these are dear in Jesus’s eyes. There
will be times with all of us when our saintship is not very clear, but our
sinnership is very apparent; well then, the name of our God must be our
defense: “He is very merciful” “For I will be merciful to their
unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.”
Yea, in the person of Christ we even dare to look at his justice with
confidence, since “He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to
cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” Possibly it is not so much the guilt of sin
that troubles you as the power of sin. You feel as if you must one day fall by
the hand of this enemy within. You have been striving and struggling but the
old Adam is too much for you. It is a stern conflict, and you fear that the
sons of Anak will never be driven out. You feel you carry a bombshell within
your heart; your passions are like a powder magazine; you are walking where the
flakes of fire are flying, and you are afraid a spark may fall and then there
will be a terrible destruction of everything Ah! then there is the power of
God, there is the truth of God, there is the faithfulness of God, and despite
all the desperate power of sin we find a shelter here in the character of the
Most High. Sin sometimes cometh with all the terrors of the law; then, if thou
knowest not how to hide thyself behind thy God, thou wilt be in an evil plight.
It will come at times with all the fire of the flesh, and if thou canst not
perceive that thy flesh was crucified in Christ and that thy life is a life in
him, and not in thyself, then wilt thou soon be put to the rout. But he who
lives in his God and not in himself, and he who wraps Christ’s righteousness
about him, and is righteous in Christ, such a man may defy all the attacks of
the flesh and all the temptations of the world; he shall overcome through the
blood of the Lamb. “This is the victory that overcometh the world, even our
faith.”
Then beloved, there are the temptations of the devil, and
these are very dreadful; but how sweet it is still to feel that the character
of God is our strong tower. Without walls of grace and bulwarks of mercy how
can a tempted soul escape the clutches of the archdestroyer? But where the soul
lies in the entrenchments of divine promise, all the devils in hell cannot
carry it by storm. I saw this week one whom many of you greatly respect the
former pastor of this Church, Mr. James Smith of Cheltenham [since departed “to
be with Christ, which is far better.”] a name well-known by his innumerable
little works which are scattered everywhere and cannot fail to do good. You
will remember that about a year ago he was struck with paralysis, and one half
of his body is dead. But yet when I saw him on the bed I had not seen a more
cheerful man in the full heyday of strength. I had been told that he was the
subject of very fearful conflicts at times; so after I had shaken hands with
him I said, “Friend Smith, I hear you have many doubts and fears!” “Who told
you that?” said he, “for I have none.” “Never have any? why, I understood you
had many conflicts.” “Yes,” he said, “I have many conflicts, but I have no
doubts; I have many wars within but I have no fears. Who could have told you
that? I hope I have not led any one to think that. It is a hard battle but I
know the victory is sure. After I have had an ill night’s rest of course,
through physical debility my mind is troubled, and then that old coward Satan
who would be afraid to meddle with me perhaps if I were strong, attacks me when
I am weak; but I am not afraid of him; don’t you go away with that opinion; he
does throw many fiery darts at me but I have no doubt as to my final victory.”
Then he said, in his own way, “I am just like a packet that is all ready to go
by train, packed, corded, labelled, paid for, and on the platform, waiting for the
express to come by and take me to glory. I wish I could hear the whistle now,”
said he, “I had hoped I should have been carried to heaven long ago; but still
I am fine.” “And then,” he said, “I have been telling your George Moore over
there that I am not only on the rock, but that I am cemented to the rock, and
that the cement is as hard as the rock so there is no fear of my perishing;
unless the rock falls I cannot; unless the gospel perishes I cannot perish.”
Now, here was a man attacked by Satan; he did not tell me of the bitter
conflicts he had within, I know they were severe enough; he was anxious to bear
a good testimony to the faithfulness of his gracious Lord; but you see it was
his God that was his stronghold; he ran to this the immutability, the
faithfulness, the truthfulness, the mightiness of that God upon whose arm he
leaned. If you and I will do the same, we can always find an attribute of God
to oppose each suggestion of the Evil One. “God will leave thee,” says the Evil
One. “Thou old liar, he cannot for he is a faithful God.” “But thou wilt perish
after all.” “O thou vile deceiver, that can never be for he is a mighty God and
strong to deliver.” “But one of these times he will abhor thee.” “No; thou
false accuser and father of lies, that cannot be for he is a God of love.” “The
time shall happen when he shall forget thee.” “No, traitor; that cannot be for
he is a God omniscient and knows and sees all things.” I say, thus we may rebut
every mischievous slander of Satan, running still into the character of God as
our strong tower.
Brethren, even when the Lord himself chastens us, it is most
blessed to appeal against God to God. Do you understand what I mean? He smites
us with his rod, but then to look up and say, “Father, if I could believe what
thy rod seems to say, I should say thou lovest me not; but I know thou art a
God of love, and my faith tells me that thou lovest me none the less because of
that hard blow.” See here brethren, I will put myself in the case a moment Lo,
He spurns me as though he hated me; drives me from his presence; gives me no
caresses; denies me sweet promises; shuts me up in prison, and gives me the
water of affliction and the bread of distress; but my faith declares, “He is
such a God that I cannot think hardly of him; he has been so good to me that I
know he is good now, and in the teeth of all his providences, even when he puts
a black mask over his face, I still believe that
“Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.”
But, friends, I hope you know, I hope each of us may know by
experience the blessed art of running into the bosom of God and hiding therein.
This word is to the sinner who has not yet found peace. Do
not you see, man, the Christian is not saved by what he is, but by what his God
is, and this is the groundwork of our comfort that God is perfect, not that we
are perfect. When I preached last Thursday night about the snuffers of the
temple and the golden snuffer trays, and the necessity there was for the lamps
in the sanctuary to be trimmed, one foolish woman said, “Ah, you see, according
to the minister’s own confession these Christians are as bad as the rest of us,
they have many faults; oh!” said she, “I dare say I shall be as well off at the
last as they will.” Poor soul! she did not see that the Christian’s hope does
not lie in what he is, but in what Christ is; our trust is not in what we
suffer, but in what Jesus suffered; not in what we do, but in what He has done.
It is not our name I say again that is a strong tower to us, it is not even our
prayer, it is not our good works; it is the name, the promise, the truth, the
work, the finished righteousness of our God in Christ Jesus. Here the believer
finds his defense and nowhere besides. Run sinner, run, for the castle gate is
free to all who seek a shelter, be they who they may.
II. By your leave I shall turn to the second point. How the
righteous avail themselves of this strong tower . They run into it. Now running
seems to me to imply that they do not stop to make any preparation . You will
remember our Lord Jesus Christ said to his disciples that when the Romans
surrounded Jerusalem, he that was on the house-top was not to come down into
his house, but to run down the outer staircase and escape. So the Christian,
when he is attacked by his enemies, should not stop for anything but just run
into his God and be safe. There is no need for thee to tarry until thou hast
prepared thy mind, until thou hast performed sundry ablutions, but run man,
straight away at once. When the pigeons are attacked by the hawk their better
plan is not to parley, nor to stay, but swift as they can cut the air and fly
to the dove-cote. So be it with you. Leave fools who will to parley with the
fiend of hell; but as for you, fly to your God and enter into his secret places
till the tempest be over past. A gracious hint is this to you anxious souls who
are seeking to fit yourselves for Jesus. Away with such legal rubbish, run at
once; you are safe in following the good example of the righteous.
This running appears to me to imply that they have nothing
to carry . A man who has a load, the heavier the load may be, the more will he
be impeded in his flight. But the righteous run like racers in the games who
have thrown off everything; their sins they leave to mercy and their
righteousness to the moles and bats. If I had any righteousness I would not
carry it, but run to the righteousness of Christ without it; for my own
righteousness must be a drag upon me which I could not bear. Sinners I know,
when they come to Christ, want to bring tons of good works, wagon loads of good
feelings, and fitnesses, and repentings, and such like; but the righteous do no
such thing; they just foreswear every thing they have of their own, and count
it but dross and dung that they may run to Christ and be found in him. Gospel
righteousness lies all in Jesus, not in the believer.
It seems to me too that this expression not only implies a
want of preparation and having nothing to carry, but it imports that fear
quickens them . Men do not run to a castle unless they are afraid. But when the
avenger of death is close behind, then swiftly they fly. It is marvellous how
godly fear helps faith. There is a man sinking there in the river; he cannot
swim, he must be drowned! See! see he is going down! We push him a plank; with
what a clutch he grasps it; and the more he is convinced that he has no power
to float, the more firmly doth he grip at this one hope. Fear may even drive a
man, I say, to faith, and lend him wings to fly where else he might have crept
with laggard feet. The flight is the flight of fear, but the refuge is the
refuge of faith. O sinner, if the righteous fly, what ought thy pace to be?
Again, it seems to me that there is great eagerness here, as if the Christian
did not feel safe till he had entered into his God. And therefore, as the stag
pursued by the hounds quickens its flight by reason of the baying of the dogs
as the clamor grows louder and louder, see how the stag leaps from crag to
crag, dashes through the stream, flies over yonder hill, is lost in yonder
brake and anon springs through the valley; so the Christian flies to his dear
God for safety when the hounds of hell and the dogs of temptation are let loose
against him. Eagerness! Where indeed shall the like be found? “As the hart
panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul
thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before
God?” O convinced sinner, what should thine eagerness be if thus the righteous
pant for God? Brethren, I may add here that there is an absence of all
hesitation . He runs. You know if we want somebody to help us we put our hand
to our brow and consider, “Let us see, where shall we go? I am in great
straits, to whom shall I fly? Who will be the best friend to me?” The righteous
never ask that question, at least when they are in a right mind they never do;
but the moment their trouble comes they run at once to their God for they feel
that they have full permission to repair to him; and again they feel they have
nowhere else to fly. “To whom, or whither should I go if I could turn from
thee?” is a question which is its own answer. Then understand in our text there
is eagerness, the absence of all hesitation; there is fear and yet there is
courage; there is no preparation, there is the flinging aside of every burden.
“The righteous runneth into his high tower, and is safe.”
Beloved, I will leave that point when I have just said,
please remember that when a man gets into a castle he is safe because of the
impregnability of the castle; he is not safe because of the way in which he
entered into the castle. You hear some man inside saying, “I shall never be
hurt because I came into the castle the right way.” You will tell him, “No, no,
no, it is not the way you came into the castle, but the castle itself is our
defense.” So some of you may be thinking, “I do come to Christ, but I am afraid
that I do not come aright.” But it is not your coming, it is Christ that saves
you. If you are in Christ I do not care a pin how you got in, for I am sure you
could not get in except by the door; if you are once in he will never throw you
out; he will never drive away a soul that cometh unto him for any reason
whatsoever. Your safety does not lie in how you came, for in very truth your
safety is in Him. If a man should run into a castle and carry all the jewels of
a kingdom with him, he would not be safer because of the jewels; and if another
man should run in with hardly a fresh suit of clothes with him, he would not be
any the more in danger because of his raggedness. It is the castle, it is the
castle, not the man. The solid walls, the strong bastions, the frowning
ramparts, the mighty munitions, these make up the defense, not the man, nor yet
the man’s wealth, nor yet the way the man came. Beloved, it is most true that
salvation is of the Lord, and whosoever shall look out of self to-night, whosoever
shall look to Christ only shall find him to be a strong tower, he may run into
his Lord and be safe.
III. And now for our third and closing remark. You that have
Bibles with margins, just look at them. You will find that the second part of
the text is put in the margin thus “The righteous runneth into it, and is set
aloft.” Our first rendering is, “The righteous runneth into it, and is safe”
there is the matter of fact. The other rendering is, “He is set aloft” there is
the matter of joyous experience.
1. Now first let us see to the matter of fact . The man that
is sheltered in his God a man that dwells in the secret places of the
tabernacle of the Most High, who is hidden in his pavillion, and is set upon a
rock, he is safe; for first, who can hurt him? The Devil? Christ has broken his
head. Life? Christ has taken his life up to heaven; for we are dead, and “our
life is hid with Christ in God.” Death? No; the last enemy that shall be
destroyed is death. “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy
victory?” The law? That is satisfied and it is dead to the believer, and he is
not under its curse. Sin? No; that cannot hurt the believer, for Christ has
slain it. Christ took the believer’s sins upon himself and therefore they are
not on the believer any more. Christ took the believer’s sins and threw them
into the Red Sea of his atoning blood; the depths have covered them, not one of
them is left. All the sin the believer hath ever committed is now blotted out,
and a debt that is cancelled can never put a man in prison; a debt that is
paid, let it be never so heavy, can never make a man an insolvent it is
discharged, it has ceased to be. “Who shall lay anything to the charge of God’s
elect? It is God that justifieth. Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that
died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God,
who also maketh intercession for us.” Who can harm us? Let him have permission
to do what he will; what is there that he can do? Who again has the power to
reach us? We are in the hand of Christ. What arrow shall penetrate his hand to
reach our souls? We are under the skirts of Deity. What strength shall tear
away the mantle of God to reach his beloved? Our names are written on the hands
of Jesus, who can erase those everlasting lines? We are jewels in Immanuel’s
crown. What thievish fingers shall steal away those jewels? We are in Christ.
Who shall be able to rend us from his innermost heart? We are members of his
body. Who shall mutilate the Savior? “I bare you,” saith God, “as on eagles’
wings.” Who shall smite through the breast of the Eternal One, heaven’s great
eagle? he must first do it where he can reach the eaglets, the young sons of God,
begotten unto a lively hope. Who can reach us? God interposes; Christ stands in
the way; and the Holy Spirit guards us as a garrison. Who shall stand against
the Omnipotent? Tens of thousands of created puissances must fall before him,
for in the Lord Jehovah is everlasting strength. What weapon is there that can
be used against us? Shall they kill us? Then we begin to live. Shall they
banish us? Then we are but nearer to our home. Shall they strip us? How can
they rend away the garment of imputed righteousness? Shall they seize our
property? How can they touch our treasure since it is all in heaven? Shall they
scourge us? Sweet shall be the smart when Christ is present with us. Shall they
cast us into a dungeon? Where shall the free spirit find a prison? What fetters
can bind the man who is free in Christ? Shall the tongue attack us? Every
tongue that riseth against us in judgment we shall condemn. I know not what new
weapon can be formed, for certain it is that the anvil of the Church has broken
all the hammers that were ever used to smite it, and it remains uninjured
still. The believer is he must be safe. I said this morning that if the
believer in Christ be not saved for ever, then, beloved, there is no meaning
whatever in God’s Word; and I say it once again, and I say it without any word
of apology for so doing, I could never receive that book as the book of God at
all if it could be proved to me that it did not teach the doctrine of the
safety of those that trust in Christ. I could never believe that God would
speak in such a manner as to make tens of thousands of us, yea millions of us,
believe that He would keep us, and yet after all he should cast us away. Nor do
I believe that he would use words which, to say the very least, seem to teach
final perseverance if he had not intended to teach us the doctrine. All the
Arminian divines that ever lived cannot prove the total apostacy of believers;
they can attack some other points of the Calvinistic doctrine; there are some
points of our form of doctrine which apparently are far more vulnerable. God
forbid we should be so foolish as to deny that there are difficulties about
every system of theology, but about the perseverance of the saints there is no
difficulty. It is as easy to overthrow an opponent here as it would be to
pierce with a spear through a shield of pasteboard. Be ye confident, believer,
that this is God’s truth, that they who trust in God shall be as Mount Zion
which shall never be removed, but abideth for ever.
2. But now we conclude by noticing that our text not only
teaches us our safety, but our experience of it . “He shall set him up aloft.”
The believer in his high-days, and they ought to be every day, is like an eagle
perched aloft on a towering crag. Yonder is a hunter down below who would fain
strike the royal bird; he has his rifle with him, but his rifle would not reach
one third of the way; so the royal bird looks down upon him, sees him load and
prime and aim, and looks in quiet contempt on him, not intending even to take
the trouble to stretch one of his wings; he sees him load again, hears the
bullet down below, but he is quite safe for he is up aloft. Such is the
faithful Christian’s state before God. He can look down upon every trial and
temptation; upon every adversary and every malicious attack, for God is his
strong tower and “he is set up aloft.” When some people go to the newspaper and
write a very sharp, bitter, and cutting letter against the minister, oh, think
they, “How he will feel that; how that will cut him to the quick!” And yet if
they had seen the man read it through, double it up, and throw it into the
fire, saying, “What a mercy it is to have somebody taking notice of me;” if
they could see the man go to bed and sleep all the better because he thinks he
has had a high honor conferred on him for being allowed to be abused for
Christ, surely they would see that their efforts are only “hate’s labor lost.”
I do not think our enemies would take so much trouble to make us happy if they
knew how blessed we are under their malice. “Thou hast prepared a table before
me in the presence of mine enemies,” said David. Some soldiers never eat so
well as when their enemies are looking on; for there is a sort of gusto about
every mouthful which they eat, as they seem to say, “snatched from the jaw of
the lion, and from the paw of the bear, and in defiance of you all, in the name
of the Most High God I feast to the full, and then set up my banner.” The Lord
sets his people up aloft. There are many who do not appear to be much up aloft.
You meet them on the corner market, and they say, “Wheats do not pay as they used
to; farming is no good to anybody.” Hear others after those gales, those
equinoctial gales, when so many ships have gone down, say, “Ah! you may well
pity us poor fellows that have to do with shipping, dreadful times these, we
are all sure to be ruined.” See many of our tradesmen “This Exhibition has
given us a little spurt, but as soon as this is over there will be nothing
doing; trade never was so dull.” Trade has been dull ever since I have been in
London, and that is nine years! I do not know how it is, but our friends are
always losing money, yet they get on pretty comfortably too. Some I know begun
with nothing; and they are getting pretty rich now, but it is all with losing
money if I am to believe what they tell me. Surely this is not sitting up aloft;
surely this is not living up on high. This is a low kind of life for a child of
God. We should not have liked to see the Prince of Wales in his boyhood playing
with the children in the street, and I do not suppose you would like to see him
now among coal-heavers at a wrestling match. Nor should the child of God be
seen pushing and grasping as if this world were all, always using that
muck-rake to scrape together the things of this world; instead of in full
satistisfaction being content with such things as he has, for God has said, “I
will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” I am not a little ashamed of myself
that I do not live more on high, for I know when we get depressed in spirits
and downcast and doubting we say many unbelieving and God-dishonoring words. It
is all wrong. We ought not to stay here in these marshes of fleshly doubts. We
ought never to doubt our God. Let the heathen doubt his God, for well he may,
but our God made the heavens. What a happy people ye ought to be! When we are
not we are not true to our principles. There are ten thousand arguments in
Scripture for happiness in the Christian; but I do not know that there is one
logical argument for misery. Those people who draw their faces down, and like
the hypocrites pretend to be of a sad countenance, these, I say, cry, “Lord,
what a wretched land is this that yields us no supplies.” I should think they
do not belong to the children of Israel; for the children of Israel find in the
wilderness a rock following them with its streams of water, and manna dropping
every day, and when they want them there are the quails and so the wretched
land is filled with good supplies. Let us rather rejoice in our God. I should
not like to have a serving man who always went about with a dreary countenance,
because you know people would say “What a bad master that man has.” And when we
see Christians looking so sad we are apt to think they cannot have a good God
to trust to. Come, beloved, let us change our notes, for we have a strong tower
and are safe. Let us take a walk upon the ramparts, I do not see any reason for
always being down in the dungeon; let us go up to the very top of the ramparts
where the banner waves in the fresh air and let us sound the clarion of
defiance to our foes again, and let it ring across the plain where yonder pale
whitehorsed rider comes, bearing the lance of death; let us defy even him. Ring
out the note again; salute the evening, and make the ontgoings of the morning
to rejoice. Warder upon the castle-top, shout to thy companion yonder and let
every tower and every turret of the grand old battlements be vocal with the
praise of him who has said,
“Munitions of stupendous rock,
Thy dwelling-place shall be;
There shall thy soul without a shock
The wreck of nature see.”
Sinner, again I say the door is open; run to the
mercy of
God in Christ and be safe.”
By Charles H. Spurgeon
