Spurgeon Thursday


NO. 349


Suddenly are my tents spoiled and my curtains in a moment.” Jeremiah 4:20.

Youthful Charles Spurgeon  THE sorrow of the weeping Prophet was exceedingly heavy when he uttered these words of bitter lamentation. A great and present burden from the Lord is weighing so heavily upon our hearts this morning that we cannot spare so much as a moment for sympathy with the griefs of past ages. God has visited our land and His strokes have been exceedingly hard. We are constrained to take up a wailing and cry aloud, “Suddenly are my tents spoiled and my curtains in a moment.”

There is a spot in South Wales which has frequently yielded me a quiet and delightful retreat. Beautiful for situation, surrounded by lofty mountains, pierced by romantic valleys—the breathing of its air refreshes the body and the sight of the eyes makes glad the heart. I have climbed its hills, I have seen the ever-widening landscape, the mountains of Wales, the plains of England and the seas sparkling afar. I have descended the hills and marked the mist creeping up the side of the hills and covering the woods in clouds. I have mingled with its godly men and women and worshipped God in their assemblies.

These lips have ministered the Word in that once happy valley. I have been fired with the glorious enthusiasm of the people when they have listened to the Word. Well does my soul remember one night which I shall never forget in time or in eternity, when, crowded together in the place of worship, hearty Welsh miners responded to every word of Christ’s minister with their “gogoniants” encouraging me to preach the Gospel and crying “Glory to God” while the message was proclaimed.

I remember how they constrained me and kept me well nigh to midnight, preaching three sermons one after another, almost without rest—for they loved to listen to the Gospel. God was present with us and many a time has the baptismal pool been stirred since then by the fruit of that night’s labor. Nor shall I ever forget when standing in the open air beneath God’s blue sky I addressed a mighty gathering within a short distance of that spot. The Spirit of God was poured upon us and men and women were swayed to and fro under the heavenly message as the corn is moved in waves by the summer winds. Great was our joy that day when the people met together in thousands and with songs and praises separated to their homes, talking of what they had heard.

But now our visitation of that neighborhood must ever be mingled with sorrow. How has God been pleased to smite down strong men and to take away the young men upon a sudden! “How suddenly are my tents spoiled and my curtains in a moment.” Oh, valley of Risca, I take up a lamentation for you—the Lord has dealt sorely with you. Behold and see if there is sorrow in any valley like unto your sorrow which is done unto you. The angel of death has emptied out his quiver upon you.

The awful reaper has gathered to himself full sheaves from your beautiful valley.

You all know the story—it scarcely needs that I should tell it to you. Last Saturday week some two hundred or more miners descended in health and strength to their usual work in the bowels of the earth. They had not been working long—their wives and their children had risen and their little ones had gone to their schools when suddenly there was heard a noise at the mouth of the pit—it was an explosion—all knew what it meant. Men’s hearts failed them, for well they prophesied the horror which would soon reveal itself.

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Spurgeon Thursday

NO. 248


“Is it not a little one?” Genesis 19:20.

THESE words we shall take for a slogan, rather than a text in the ordinary acceptation of that term. I shall not this morning attempt to explain the context. It was the utterance of Lot when he pleaded for the salvation of Zoar. But I shall take it altogether away from the connection in which it stands and make use of it in another fashion. The great Father of Lies has multitudes  of devices by which he seeks to ruin the souls of men. He uses false weights and false balances in order to deceive them. Sometimes he uses false times, declaring at one hour that it is too early to seek the Lord and at another that it is now too late. And he uses false quantities, for he will declare that great sins are but little and as for what he con- fesses to be little sins, he makes them afterwards to be nothing at all—mere peccadilloes, almost worthy of forgiveness in themselves! Many souls, I doubt not, have been caught in this trap and being snared thereby, have been destroyed. They have ventured into sin where they thought the stream was shallow and, fatally deceived by its depth, they have been swept away by the strength of the current to that waterfall which is the ruin of such vast multitudes of the souls of men!

spurgeon5It shall be my business this morning to answer this temptation and try to put a sword in your hands to resist the enemy when he shall come upon you with this cry—“Is  it not a little one?” and tempt you into sin because he leads you to imagine that there is but very little harm in it. “Is it not a little one?”

With regard, then, to this temptation of Satan concerning the littleness of sin, I would make this first answer, the best of men have always been afraid of little sins. The holy martyrs  of God have been ready to endure the most terrible torments rather than step so much as one inch aside from the road of truth and righteousness! Witness Daniel—when the king’s decree went forth that no man should worship God for such-and-such a time, nevertheless he prayed three times a day as before, with his window open towards Jerusalem, not fearing the king’s commandment. Why could he not have retired into an inner chamber? Why might  he not have ceased from vocal prayer  and have kept his petitions  in his thought  and in his heart? Would he not have been as well accepted as when he kneeled, as usual, with the window open so that  all the world  might  see him? Ah, but Daniel  judged  that  little  as the offense might seem, he would rather  suffer death at the jaws of the lion than he would by that little offense provoke the anger of his God, or lead men to blaspheme His holy name because His servant had been afraid to obey! Mark, too, the three holy children. They are asked by king Nebuchadnezzar simply to bend the knee and worship the golden image which he had set up. How slight the homage! One bend of the knee and all is done! Continue reading

Spurgeon Thursday


NO. 241

Moreover whom He did predestinate, them He also called.” Romans 8:30.

THE GREAT BOOK OF GOD’S DECREES is fast closed against the curiosity of man. Vain man would be wise; he would break the seven seals thereof and read the mysteries of eternity.  But this cannot be! The time has not yet come when the book shall be opened and even then the seals shall not be broken by mortal hand, but it shall be said, “The Lion of the tribe of Judah has prevailed to open the book and break the seven seals thereof.”—

Eternal Father, who shall look

Into Your secret will?

None but the Lamb shall take the book

And open every seal!

None but He shall ever unroll that sacred record and read it to the assembled world. How, then, am I to know whether I am predestinated by God unto eternal  life or not? It is a question in which my eternal  interests are involved—am I among that unhappy number who shall be left to live in sin and reap the due reward of their iniquity? Or do I belong to that goodly company who, albeit that they have sinned, shall nevertheless be washed in the blood of Christ and shall in white robes walk the golden streets of Heaven? Until this question is answered, my heart cannot rest, for I am intensely anxious about it. My eternal destiny infinitely more concerns me than all the affairs of time! Tell me, oh tell me, if you know, Seers and Prophets—is  my name recorded in that Book of Life? Am I one of those who are ordained unto eternal life, or am I to be left to follow my own lusts and passions and to destroy my own soul? Oh, my Hearer, there is an answer to your inquiry! The book cannot be opened, but God Himself has published many a page thereof. He has not published the page whereon the actual names of the redeemed are written,  but that page of the sacred decree whereon their character is recorded is published in His Word and shall be proclaimed to you this day! The sacred record of God’s hand is this day published everywhere under Heaven and he who has an ear let him hear what the Spirit says to him! O my Hearer, by your name I know you not and by your name God’s Word does not declare you, but by your character you may read your name! And if you have been a partaker  of the calling which is mentioned in the text, then may you conclude beyond a doubt that you are among the predestinated—“For  whom He did predestinate, them He also called.” And if you are called, it follows as a natural  inference you are predestinated!

Now, in considering this solemn subject, let me remark that there are two kinds of callings mentioned in the Word of God. The first is the general or universal call, which in the Gospel is sincerely given to everyone who hears the Word. The duty of the minister is to call souls to Christ; he is to make no distinction whatever—“Go you into all the world and preach the Gospel to every creature.”  The trumpet of the Gospel sounds aloud to every man in our congregations—“Ho, everyone who thirsts,  come you to the waters and he that has no money, come you, buy and eat. Yes, come buy wine and milk without money and without price.” Continue reading