1033. Faith’s Dawn and Its Clouds

A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, January 28, 1872, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington. 9/4/2011*9/4/2011

And immediately the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief.” (Mr 9:24)

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1. Last Sunday morning we discoursed upon the way by which faith comes to the soul. “Faith comes by hearing.” (See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 1031, “How Can I Obtain Faith?” 1022) It is our joyful persuasion that on the past Sunday faith actually came to many, and they were enabled to rest themselves upon the Lord Jesus Christ to their soul’s salvation. Now, every good shepherd knows that he ought to look very carefully after the newborn lambs, and, therefore, it seemed to me that it would be most expedient this morning to look after those who have just believed in Christ, and to endeavour to strengthen and help them against the very serious trials which accompany their present weak condition. When a man first lays hold upon Jesus he is very apt to be in distress, if his joy is not always at its full height; he is untrained in spiritual conflict, and easily dismayed; the tremor of his former conviction is upon him, and he is prone to relapse into it. The light which he has received fills him with intense delight, but it is not very clear and abiding; he sees men as trees walking, and is ready to conjure up a thousand fears. The weakness of newborn faith, therefore, calls for the compassion of all who love the souls of men. In addition to their own weakness they are liable to special dangers, for at such times Satan is frequently very active. No king will willingly lose his subjects, and the Prince of Darkness labours to bring back those who have just escaped from the confines of his dominion. If souls are never tried afterwards, they are pretty sure to be assailed on their departure from the City of Destruction to the Celestial City. Bunyan very wisely placed the Slough of Despond at the very beginning of the spiritual journey. The cowardly fiend of hell assails the weak, because he would put an end to them before they get strong enough to do mischief to his kingdom. Like Pharaoh, he would destroy the little ones. He seeks, if possible, to beat out of them every comforting hope, so that their trembling faith may utterly perish. Perhaps, the text of this morning will be suitable for many here. I trust it may, and that the Spirit of God will give us reflections upon it which shall come home comfortingly to all troubled souls. “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief.”

2. In the text there are three things very clearly. Here is true faith; here is grievous unbelief; here is a battle between the two.

3. I. Very clearly in the text there is TRUE FAITH. “Lord, I believe,” says the anxious father. When our Lord tells him that if he can believe then all things are possible for him, he makes no delay, asks for no time, wishes to hear no more evidence, but cries at once, “Lord, I believe.”

4. Now, observe we have called this faith true faith, and we will prove it to have been so. First, it was faith in the person of Christ. It is a great mistake to imagine that to endorse sound doctrine is the same thing as possessing saving faith, for while saving faith accepts the truth of God, it mainly concerns itself with the person and work of the Lord Jesus Christ, and its essence lies in reliance upon Jesus himself. I am not saved because I believe the Scriptures, or because I believe the doctrines of grace, but I am saved if I believe Christ; or, in other words, trust in him. Jesus is my creed. He is the truth. In the highest sense the Lord Jesus is the Word of God. To know him is life eternal. By his knowledge he justifies many. I do not know that the father in the narrative before us had heard many sermons. I am not sure that he had very clear ideas about everything that concerned the Saviour’s kingdom: it was not essential that he should have in order to obtain a cure for his son. It was a very desirable thing that he should be an instructed disciple, but in the emergency before us the main thing was that he should believe Christ to be both able and willing to cast the demon out of his son. Up to that point he did believe; and, though his faith may have been deficient as well in breadth as in depth, yet it enabled him to realise that the Messiah who stood before him was the Lord, and it led him to place all his reliance upon him. He did not believe in the disciples; he had once trusted them and failed. He did not believe in himself; he knew his own impotence to drive out the evil spirit from his child. He no longer believed in any medicines or men, for doubtless he had spent much on physicians; but he believed the man with the shining countenance who had just come down from the mountain. When he heard him say, “If you can believe, all things are possible for him who believes,” he at once said, “Lord, I believe.” Beloved hearer, I hope that you have come, at some time or other — perhaps it is since last Sunday — to put your trust in Jesus in the same way, believing him to be able and willing to save you. This is the faith that will effectually save you. Do you rest in him, in him your God, your brother, your Saviour; in him as living among the sons of men; in him as bleeding and suffering, as a substitutionary sacrifice, in your place; in him as risen from the dead no more to die; in him as sitting at the right hand of the Father, clothed with power to save? Do you trust him? If not, whatever you believe, and however orthodox your creed, you fall short of eternal life; but, if all your trust is only on him, if you bring all your help from him, if his wounds are your only shelter, his blood your only plea, himself your only confidence, then you are a saved man, your transgressions are forgiven you for his name’s sake, you are accepted in the Beloved. Rejoice with fulness of joy, for you have a right to do so, since every good thing is yours.

5. The faith of this good man was true and saving for another reason. It was personal faith about the matter in hand, faith about the case which he was pleading. Have you never found it to be wonderfully easy to believe for other people? I know when I was seeking the Saviour, I had no doubt about his receiving any other penitent. I felt certain that if the vilest sinner outside of hell had come to him, he was able to save him: and although I had no faith in him on my own account, yet if I had met another distressed soul in a similar condition as myself, I believe I would have encouraged him to put his trust in Jesus, although I was afraid to do so myself. To believe for others is an easy matter, but when it comes to your own case, to believe that sins like yours can be blotted out, that you, who have so badly played the prodigal, may be received by your loving Father, that your spiritual diseases can be cured, and that the demon can be cast out of you; — here is the labour, here is the difficulty. But, beloved, we must believe this or else we do not have saving faith. Oh my Saviour, shall I trifle in faith by believing or pretending to believe that you can heal a case similar to mine, and yet cannot heal mine? Shall I draw a line and limit you, oh Holy One of Israel, and say, “You can save up to me, but not as far as I have gone?” Shall I imagine that your precious blood has some power, but not power enough to blot out my sins? Shall I dare, in the arrogance of my despair, to set a boundary to the merits of your plea, and to the virtue of your atoning sacrifice? God forbid. Jesus is able to save to the uttermost those who come to God by him, — he is able to save me. Him who comes to him he will in no wise cast out; I come to him, and he will not, cannot cast me out. Have you a personal faith, a faith about yourself, about your own sins, and your own condition before God? Do you believe that Christ can save you sink or swim, do you cast yourself upon him, your very own self? He, himself, bore our sins in his own body on the tree; and we, individually, must cast ourselves upon him. If we have done so, then we, like the man in the narrative, have the real faith, the faith of God’s elect.

6. Lest any, however, should think this to be a very small thing, let me go on to show you that this man’s faith was real, because it was faith which triumphed over difficulties, difficulties which typify our own, and hence it was clearly the work of the Spirit of God, for no other kind will endure the trial. I shall ask you, dear hearer, whether faith has triumphed over difficulties in your case. For observe, his child was grievously tormented, and the malady was of long standing. When the Saviour said to him, “How long has this been happening to him?” he said, “Since childhood.” Must it not have seemed, now that his son had grown older, a very unlikely thing that he should ever recover? We expect our children to outgrow some of their complaints; but here was one who, after many years, was none the better. Years had only increased but not diminished his pains. Yet in the teeth of that the man believed that Christ could cast that long established demon out of his son. Dear friend, your case of sin is similar. The sins of your youth rise up before you now: are they not in your bones? The sins of your early manhood, and the sins of your more mature years, and, maybe, the sins of your declining years; all these come up before you. Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? If so, then he who is accustomed to do evil may learn to do well. Can I, after soaking in the scarlet dye until it is ingrained in my very nature, — can I be washed and made whiter than snow? Crimes so long continued, evil habits so deeply rooted, can all these be overcome? Oh soul, if you have true faith, you will say, “Yes,” I believe that since Christ is God he can deliver me from all evil, and forgive me all sin. Even if I had lived as long as Methuselah, and had continued all that while in the vilest of transgression, yet Jesus is so mighty to save that he could deliver me in a moment. His word is, “All manner of sin and of blasphemy shall be forgiven to men.” Looking to those dear wounds, those founts of love and blood, I do believe, and will believe, that all my years of sin are gone as in a moment, and like thick clouds before a mighty wind are blown away never to return. Oh, this is faith, poor soul. I pray God to enable you to exercise it.

7. This man had for a long time considered his son’s case to be hopeless. Well he might. In addition to the fact that the child was subject to attacks of epilepsy and to extreme fits of fury, he was deaf and dumb, so that no intelligent expression of feeling could come from him: if at any time he felt stronger and better, he could not give his father a word of hope, he could not utter his gratitude for the sympathetic care that watched over him, neither could he hear any word of consolation which his father addressed to him. The ear was closed and the tongue was bound. Painful affliction, exceedingly painful to the parent, and to be continued year after year! At last the father must have felt there was no use in making any further effort. The child must be controlled, but he could not be restored; he was a hopeless maniac. Perhaps, there is one here, this morning, who had despaired of ever being saved; he has felt as if his case was one outside of the catalogue of mercy; he has written bitter things against himself, and supposed that God has sealed those bitter things and made them true; but you see the father in the presence of Christ believed over the head of his despair, “in hope believing against hope,” and I pray that you may do the same. In the presence of Christ the man’s confidence came back to him. Do you have, my hearer, a hope that can do the same? I never could have believed it was possible for me to be delivered from my sins until now I see that he who came to save me is my Maker; he who came to redeem me is he who bears the earth’s huge pillars on his shoulders and sustains all things by the word of his power. With him nothing can be impossible. I see his pierced hands and feet, and feel that if he stooped to suffer in the sinner’s place, the merit of his sacrifice must be great beyond conception. In Jesus the hopeless one has hope, he who had despaired before now asks his heart be of good cheer. Oh, that is true faith which will not allow itself to be any longer the slave of doubt and despondency now that it sees Jesus the Lord drawing near. It is a mighty faith which refuses to sit any longer in the valley of the shadow of death, but arises and shakes itself from the dust, and puts on its beautiful garments.

8. The father had another trial for his faith in the fact that he had just then tried the disciples. He brought his child to Christ, and Christ being absent, he asked the apostles who were in the valley what they could do. They tried their best, but having lost their Master’s power they utterly failed; and this must have been a very violent trial for the father’s confidence. He knew that on other occasions Christ’s power had passed through the apostles, and he had accomplished his miracles by them; but here was a complete cessation of their healing energy. If Jesus did not choose to work by them on this occasion, the suggestion would arise in the man’s heart, “Perhaps his own power also has diminished.” But he put the thought aside, and believed notwithstanding all. And, oh soul, have you tried ministers and tried God’s people, and hoped to get comfort, and have you found none? Have you gone to the ordinances and found them like dry wells? Have you resorted to the hearing of the gospel and found even it to be barrenness to your spirit? Yes, yet allow no shadow of suspicion to cross your mind concerning the Lord’s ability or willingness to save you. Come to the feet of Jesus and still believe in him. Whatever reason may say in your soul to arouse you to despondency on account of past defeats, believe firmly that his power is still invincible; his arm is not shortened that he cannot save, neither is his ear heavy that he cannot hear. It was good that you should see the failure of man so that you might glorify the grace of God; it was good that the servants should be unable so that the Master’s ability might be the more conspicuous. May the Lord help you to believe that although no man can do you good, though all the pastors and bishops of the church, and all the martyrs and confessors of past ages, and all the apostles, and all the prophets, are unable to find a balm in Gilead that can suit your case, yet there is a hand, a pierced hand, which can heal your wounds and bleed a balm into your soul which shall effectually restore you. Yes, true faith believes even overcomes such a discouragement as this.

9. I would have you notice, also, once more, while we are upon this point, that this father believed in Christ and his power to save, although the child was at that very moment passing through a horrible stage of pain and misery. The spirit which possessed this poor child was accustomed to throw him sometimes into the fire, and sometimes into the water. It is just our condition; for our spirit has sometimes been thrown into the very fire of presumption, and at another time into the floods of despair. We have alternated between the cold of melancholy and the heat of self-conceit. We have at one time cried, “I love pleasure, and I will go after it”; and at another time we have said, “My soul chooses strangling rather than life; I do not want to live any longer.” When Satan is in a man, and he is full of despair, he goes to all extremes, and rests nowhere, walking like the unclean spirit himself through dry places, seeking rest and finding none. At the moment while the father was speaking, the poor boy was on the ground wallowing in dreadful fits of his disorder, foaming at the mouth, and gnashing with his teeth. Satan had great wrath, because he knew that his time was short. When the Saviour spoke, and commanded the demon to come out of him, the fiercest struggle of all took place; for the unclean spirit tore the child, and the most terrible cries were heard. Still the father said, “Lord, I believe.” Now, it may be, dear hearer, you are this morning yourself full of great trouble, vexed and tormented with innumerable fears of wrath to come; a little hell burns within your soul, unutterable anguish has taken hold upon you, your heart is like a battlefield torn by contending armies, which rush here and there, destroying on every side. You are yourself an embodied agony; you are like David when he said, “The pains of hell seized me, I found trouble and sorrow.” Can you now believe? Will now accept the word of the Most High? If you can, you will greatly glorify God, and you will bring to yourself much blessedness. Happy is that man who cannot only believe when the waves softly ripple to the music of peace, but continues to trust in him who is almighty to save when the hurricane is let loose in its fury, and the Atlantic breakers follow each other, eager to swallow up the barque of the mariner. Surely Christ Jesus is fit to be believed at all times, for, like the pole star, he remains in his faithfulness, let storms rage as they may. He is always divine, always omnipotent to help, always overflowing with lovingkindness, ready and willing to receive sinners, even the very chief of them. Sorrowful one, do not add to your sorrows by unbelief, that is a bitterness which it is superfluous to mingle with your cup. It is far better to say, “Though he kills me yet I will trust in him.”

10. There must be unbounded power in him who condescended to die upon the cross. Come to Calvary and see! Can you look at that head crowned with thorns, and see the ruby drops standing on his brow, and yet be doubtful of his power to save? Can you see that sacred face, more marred than that of any man — marred with our griefs and stained with our sins, can you gaze on it and remain an unbeliever? Survey that precious body tortured in every part for our transgressions, and can you still not trust him upon whom the chastisement of our peace was laid? Can you behold those hands and feet fastened to the ignominious wood for the guilty? Can you look upon that spectacle of woe, and know that Christ is divine, and yet harbour doubts concerning his power to save you? As for myself, I am constrained to cry, “Lord, I believe, I must believe; you yourself have compelled my faith.” Let all things reel beneath my feet, but the cross of my Lord stands firm. If the Son of God has died for sinners, it is certain that the believing sinner cannot die, but must be saved, since Jesus bled for him. May God grant to everyone of us to stand just there where the poor father did concerning his faith, and say as he did, “Lord, I believe.”

11. I am forced to leave this point incomplete, for the hour commands me to hurry on. The faith before us was earnest, it led the man to tears of repentance, it taught him to pray, it led him to public confession; in all these points may your faith be of a similar character.

12. II. But, now, we must turn to the second part of the subject, for HERE IS UNBELIEF. “Help my unbelief,” he said.

13. He had doubted the power of Christ, he had said, “If you can do anything for us, have compassion on us and heal us”; but yet he had faith and he had affirmed it; he had not kept it secret within himself as though he were ashamed of it; before the scoffing scribes he had confessed, “Lord, I believe.” He affirmed it, too, with remarkable earnestness, for he said it with tears, as though his heart saturated his confession, running over at his eyes to bedew the words, “Lord, I do believe; do not doubt it, I do not lie; I do believe in you.” But, then, he went on to make the confession at the same time there was an unbelief lingering in his soul. “Help,” he said, “my unbelief.” Albeit that his faith had triumphed over the considerations which I just now mentioned, which appeared enough to dampen, if not to quench it, yet these considerations may have had some effect upon his mind: they did not prevent his believing, but they hampered his faith with many questions. Some unbelief lingered, although faith was supreme. Learn from this that a measure of doubt is consistent with saving faith; that weak faith is true faith, and a trembling faith will save the soul. If you believe, even though you are compelled to say, “Help my unbelief,” yet that faith makes you whole, and you are justified before God.

14. I thought I would, under this second point, mention some reflections which often cause unbelief to trouble the heart which, nevertheless, has been enabled by the Holy Spirit to believe.

15. First, there are many true believers who at first are tried with unbelief, because they now have, more than ever they had before, a sense of their past sins. Many a man receives a far deeper sense of sin after he is forgiven than he ever had before. The light of the law is only moonlight compared with the light of the gospel, which is the light of the sun. Love makes sin to become exceedingly sinful.

   My sins, my sins, my Saviour!
      How sad on thee they fall;
   Seen through thy gentle patience,
      I tenfold feel them all.
   I know they are forgiven,
      But still their pain to me
   Is all the grief and anguish
      They laid, my Lord, on thee.

The light of the promise gleaming in the soul reveals the infinite abyss of horror which lies in indwelling sin. In the light of God’s countenance we discover the filthiness, the abomination, the detestable ingratitude of our past conduct. We loathe ourselves in our own sight. While we bless God that sin is pardoned, we are staggered to think it should have been such sin as it is, and the natural feeling resulting from our discovery is a fear that we cannot be pardoned. We ask ourselves, can it be that such sins are forgiven? Possibly the memory of certain particularly heinous sins becomes very vivid to our conscience: we had half forgotten them, but they rise up with dreadful energy, and cast suspicions into our mind concerning whether forgiveness is possible. Oh, that we could blot out those evil days! We have said, “Cursed be the sun that it rose on such a day as that in which I so defiled myself with iniquity.” So, under a sense of sin, though there is the belief that we are pardoned, there may also arise the unbelief against which we need the Lord to help us.

16. Some have been staggered, at times, by a consciousness of their present feebleness. “Yes,” says one, “I trust the past is blotted out, but then how can I hope that I am saved? What a poor creature I am. I try to pray, but it is not worth calling a prayer. I go up to God’s house vowing that I will praise his name, and I get talking on the way and forget all about it, and I am dull all through the service. Then I was tempted yesterday, and I spoke unadvisably with my lips, or I did not defend the cause of my Lord and Master against that sceptic as I ought to have done. Only, just recently, I hoped that I had found peace with God, and yet I am behaving like this. Why I must be a hypocrite, it cannot be that I am a saved soul. Surely if my sins were forgiven, I should act very differently from this.” Now that is often the cause of unbelief. The soul still hopes in Jesus and rests in him, and she has nowhere else to go; but for all that the old monster unbelief gives her a desperate twitch, and she trembles while she hopes.

17. Some others have been made to shiver with unbelief on account of fears for the future. “I am afraid I shall not hold on,” one says. “Why, to be a Christian you must persevere to the end. With such a heart as mine, how can I hope to be steadfast: and in such a position as mine, surrounded by so many ungodly associates, how can I hope to persevere? I see so and so made a profession, and he is gone back; and I know such a one who said he was a Christian, and he is a worse man than he used to be. Suppose the last end of me should be worse than the first; suppose I should put my hand to the plough and should look back and prove unworthy to be of the kingdom.” Poor heart, it forgets that word, “I will never leave you nor forsake you”; and does not remember that other word, “I give to my sheep eternal life, and they shall never perish, neither shall anyone pluck them out of my hand.” Rightly filled with a holy anxiety to hold on to the end, it gives way to improper unbelief, for it ought to rest confident that Jesus does not change; and, where he has begun the good work, he will carry it on and perfect it to the day of Christ.

18. I have known some, again, whose unbelief has been aroused by a consideration of the freeness and greatness of the mercy bestowed. I remember how this staggered me once. I had believed in Jesus, and rejoiced in his salvation, but in meditating upon divine grace I was overcome with fear. What, pardoned, justified, a child of God, an heir of heaven, a joint heir with Christ, one of God’s elect, secure of heaven, with a crown waiting for me at the last, and power to win that crown daily secured to me; — why, it seemed altogether too good to be true. Unbelief whispered, “It cannot be.” If such great grace had been shown to others I should not have marvelled. If men of great abilities, of high station, and of eminent character, had received such grace, I could have believed it; or even if that holy woman, who had so long been a patient sufferer, had been so blessed, it would have appeared an ordinary circumstance; but for such a sinner as I was to be so favoured appeared to be too strange a miracle of love. I do remember how the very grandeur of the divine mercy threatened to crush me down and bury me under its own mass of goodness. I could believe that the Lord would give me a little mercy, but that he should give me such mercy, such unexpected favour, almost exceeded belief. And yet, what folly is there in such ideas, for were we not told beforehand that “as high as the heavens are above the earth, so high are his ways above our ways, and his thoughts above our thoughts?” Do we not know that we are dealing with a great God, of whom the prophet asks, “Who is a God like you, passing by iniquity, transgression, and sin?” Do we think that God will only give according to our stinted measure? Is God to take man for his model? Remember that word, “He is able to do exceeding abundantly above what we ask or even think.” Instead of the greatness of the divine mercy staggering us, it ought to console us and assist us to believe, seeing that it is so congruous with his nature. Yet, often, on this sea of love poor leaky vessels have begun to sink.

19. I have known, too, not a few, whose unbelief has arisen through a sacred anxiety to be right — a most proper anxiety if not pushed beyond its sphere. The idea has been suggested to them: “Suppose I should be presumptuous after all, and should deceive myself, by thinking I am saved, whereas I am not? What if I should bandage the wound, when it ought to be lanced, before there can be effectual healing.” How I wish that all hypocrites would be troubled with this kind of fear. It would be a great mercy for many boastful professors if they had grace enough to doubt. I think Cowper was right when he said — 

   He that never doubted of his state,
   He may, perhaps he may too late.

But yet, this anxiety may be carried too far, and the soul may slide into despondency through it. I ought to be afraid of presumption, but it cannot be presumptuous to believe God’s word. I ought to be afraid of saying, “Peace, peace, where there is no peace”; but if peace comes to me through the word of Christ, I need never be suspicious about it, let it be as profound as it may. I may doubt myself; I may go further, I may despair of self, but I must not doubt the Lord. If he has said, “Trust in me, believe in me, and you shall be saved”; if I believe in him, it is no presumption to know that I am saved. If he has declared that he who believes in him is justified from all things from which he could not be justified by the law of Moses; if I have believed in him, I am justified from all my sins. There is far more presumption in doubting the Lord than there ever can be in trusting him. Faith is no more than God’s due, it ought never to be looked at as too daring. If I believe in Jesus I have no right to say, “I hope I am saved,” for that implies a doubt of God’s declaration that the believer is saved. I have no right to say, “I sometimes think I am safe.” I am so undoubtedly if I believe in Jesus. It is no matter of opinion, but a matter of certainty. There is nothing in this world about which a man may be so sure as about his own salvation, because other things come to us by the evidence of our own fallible senses, or by the testimony of men who may be mistaken; but the fact that the believer is saved is sealed to us by the testimony of God himself, who cannot lie. When the Scripture plainly says, “He who believes and is baptized shall be saved,” I, having believed, and having been baptized, ought not to question the divine declaration, but should be as sure that, if I have believed, I am saved, as I am sure that I exist. This assurance is attainable, and should be the common condition of the believer. Yet it has often happened, I say, that an anxiety, which was commendable at its outset, has ended in a censurable unbelief.

20. Once more, I have known unbelief to arise in some souls through a most proper reverence for Christ, and a high esteem for all that belongs to him. You remember our text a few Sunday mornings ago told us of John, who when he saw his Master in all his glory fell at his feet as dead. (See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 1028, “The Glorious Master and the Swooning Disciple” 1019) Ah, when the soul gets near to Jesus it perceives his perfection, and becomes conscious of its own imperfection; it sees his glory, and becomes aware of its own nothingness; it sees his love, and blushes at its own unloveliness; and then it is very, very apt to be tortured with mistrust, though it ought not to be so.

21. And I have even known when children of God just converted have come into the church, they have had such a high esteem for their brothers and sisters, that they have feared to be numbered with them. When they have heard some earnest brother pray they have said, “Oh, what a prayer, I shall never be like that man”; and, perhaps, they have listened to the preachings of some servant of God and said, “Ah, I cannot come up to that standard; the very existence of such a man as that condemns me.” It is beautiful to see the little children loving the older sons of the family, and admiring what they see of the father in them; but even this holy modesty may be turned into unbelief, though it ought not to be so; for, oh child of God, if Christ is so lovely, you are on the way to being made like him; and if there is anything beautiful in any of his people, that same shall be given to you, for they also are as you are, men of similar passions with yourself; and God who has done great things for them will do the same for you, for he loves you with the very same love.

22. So I have set before you the unbelief which often will exist side by side with faith.

23. III. Now, let us notice very briefly THE CONFLICT BETWEEN THE TWO.

24. It is observable that this poor man did not say, “Lord, I believe, but have some doubts,” and mention it as if it were a mere matter of common intelligence which did not grieve him. Oh, no; he said it with tears; he made a sorrowful confession of it. It was not the mere statement of a fact, but it was the acknowledgment of a fault. With tears he said, “Lord, I believe,” and then acknowledged his unbelief. Learn then, dear hearer, always to look at unbelief in Christ in the light of a fault. Never say, “This is my infirmity,” but say, “This is my sin.” There has been too much in the Church of God of regarding unbelief as though it were a calamity commanding sympathy, rather than a fault demanding censure as well. I am not to say to myself, “I am unbelieving, and therefore I am to be pitied.” No, “I am unbelieving, and therefore I must blame myself for it.” Why should I not believe my God? How dare I doubt him who cannot lie? How can I mistrust the faithful promiser who has added to his promise his oath, and over and above his promise and his oath has given his own blood as a seal, that by two immutable things, in which it was impossible for God to lie, we might have strong consolation. Chide yourselves, you doubters. Doubts are among the worst enemies of your souls. Do not entertain them. Do not treat them as though they were poor forlorn travellers to be hospitably entertained, but as rogues and vagabonds to be chased from your door. Fight them, kill them, and pray God to help you to kill them, and bury them, and not even to leave a bone or a piece of a bone of a doubt above ground. Doubting and unbelief are to be abhorred, and to be confessed with tears as sins before God. We need pardon for doubting as much as for blasphemy. We ought no more to excuse doubting than lying, for doubting slanders God and makes him a liar.

25. Then, again, having made a confession of his unbelief as you observe, the father, in the narrative, prayed against it, and it was an earnest prayer. It was, “Help my unbelief.” It is very noticeable that he does not say, “Lord, I believe; help my child.” No, nor does he say, “Lord, I believe; now cast the demon out of my boy”: not at all; he perceives that his own unbelief was harder to overcome than the demon, and that to heal him of his spiritual disease was a more necessary work, than even to heal his child of the sad malady under which he laboured. This is the point to arrive at, to feel that there is no deficiency in the merit of Christ; no lack of power in his precious blood; no unwillingness in Christ’s heart to save me; but all the hindrance lies in my unbelief. There is the point. Oh God, bring your power to bear where it is needed. It is not because the blood will not cleanse me, it is because I will not believe; it is not because Christ’s plea is not heard, but because I do not trust that plea. If I am not in the possession of full salvation, it is not because Christ is not mighty to save, but because I do not lean on him fully and entirely. Oh God, you see this is the centre of the difficulty, bring your power to bear on that difficulty. I ask only this. No more do I cry, “Help me here, or help me there”; but, “Help my unbelief.” That is the Slough of Despond; I carry that in my heart; that is the weak point. “Lord, strengthen me just there.” It is well when, in addition to confession, we bring up all the great guns of fervent prayer to bear upon that position which needs to be carried by storm.

26. And, lastly, this man did well in looking to the right quarter for the help against his unbelief. He did not say, “Lord, I believe; and now I will try to overcome my unbelief.” No; but “Lord help,” as if he felt that the Lord alone could do it. No physician can cure unbelief but Christ. He is the medicine for it, and he is the physician too. If you have any unbelief, take the blood of Christ to cure it with. Think of him, — God in the glory of his person, tabernacling among men, accomplishing a perfect righteousness, dying a felon’s death upon the cross in the sinner’s place; think of him as rising from the dead, no more to die: think of him as ascending into heaven amidst the shouts of angels: think of him as standing at the right hand of God with the keys of death and hell on his belt: think of him as always pleading the merit of his blood before the Father’s throne; and, as you consider concerning him, in the power of the Spirit, your unbelief will die, for you will say, “Lord, the thought of you has helped my unbelief; while I have been studying you, and feeding my soul on you, and making you to be as bread and wine to my soul, my unbelief has gone. I do believe in you, and I will; for you have helped my unbelief.” Go, any of you who are in trouble about this matter, go where you gained your first faith, go there to get more. If you first obtained your faith at the foot of the cross, go there again to end your unbelief. View the flowing of his soul redeeming blood, and continue viewing it until you shall by divine assurance know; that he has made your peace with God. May God bless you in Christ Jesus. Amen.

[Portion of Scripture Read Before Sermon — Mr 9:1-37]
The Sword And The Trowel Edited by C. H. Spurgeon
Contents for February, 1872.
Will Shepherd’s Letters. No. 1.
The Spring in the Mamertine.
William Tyndale and our English Bible.
“Fresh Watercresses.”
The London City Missionary among the Subjects of Misfortune. Part 1. By G. Holden Pike.
Duncan Matheson, the Scottish Evangelist, By Vernon J. Charlesworth. (Continued.)
The National Religion.
The Year of Grace, 1872. By C. H. Spurgeon.
Reviews.
Memoranda.
Pastors’ College Account.
Stockwell Orphanage.
Golden Lane Mission.
Colportage Association.
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