What I believe

 “I believe nothing which would rob God of thanks or Christ of glory. I set great store by a sound creed in these evil days when the gospel is but little valued by many. Hold a creed of which the top and bottom is this, “Grace, grace, grace, salvation all of grace.”
Whenever you hear a preacher, no matter who he may be, making out that salvation is not completely of the grace of God, just say in your hearts, “Thanks be unto God for His unspeakable gift.” Do not go an inch away from that standpoint. Salvation is altogether a gift. It is not of works, it is not of merit, it is of grace and grace alone. Turn away from the man who stutters when he says “grace.” He will never feed your soul.
 Hold a theology which magnifies Christ, a divinity which teaches that Christ is God’s unspeakable
gift. When a man gets to cutting down sin, paring down depravity, and making little of future punishment, let him no longer preach to you. Some modern divines whittle away the gospel to the small end of nothing. They make our divine Lord to be a sort of blessed nobody. They bring down salvation to mere savability, make certainties into probabilities and treat truths as mere opinions. When you see a preacher making the gospel small by degrees and miserably less till there is not enough of it left to make soup for a sick grasshopper, get you gone. Such diminution and adulteration will not do for me. My heart cries, “Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gift.” These gentlemen, you know, are highly cultivated and can tell us all about it. They have a theology which is suited to their educated reason. To them, grace can be weighed in scales and the atonement in balances; unless, indeed, both are as the drop of a bucket, not worthy of being mentioned at all. Every grand truth with them is dwarfed and dwindled down into utter insignificance. The thought of the nineteenth century makes men the heirs of apes, while it declares their souls to be mortal and their sins to be trifles. Our Bibles are made to be mere human records and our hopes are treated as childish dreams. These pigmy thinkers shorten all things to their pigmy scale. As for me, I believe in the colossal. A need deep as hell and grace as high as heaven. I believe in a pit that is bottomless and in mercy above the heavens. I believe in an infinite God and an infinite atonement, infinite love and infinite mercy, an everlasting covenant ordered in all things and sure, of which the substance and the seal is an infinite Christ. Christ is all. Christ is unspeakable, the unspeakable gift of God.” – Charles H. Spurgeon