A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Evening, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington. *5/2012
Then there came again and touched me one like the appearance of a man, and he strengthened me. [Da 10:18]
1. We are not able, as yet, to bear the full revelation of divine things. If any intellect had been strong enough, if any heart had been pure enough, to see the exceeding glory of the covenant angel, surely Daniel possessed such a head and heart; but even he fell upon his face, and was cast into a dead swoon, for he was unable to bear the sight of the man clothed in linen, whose “body was like the beryl, and his face as the appearance of lightning.” We ought to be thankful that our God has revealed no more. The word of God is as excellent in its darkness as it is in its brightness; if it had unveiled more, its discoveries would have been no more beneficial, perhaps they had been less profitable. As it is, there is far more within this book than you and I have seen as yet, and we need not wish that more had been written. If we entertain such a desire, our loving Lord may silence us with the words, “I have many things to show to you, but you cannot bear them now.”
2. It appears from our text that, when weighed down under a sense of the divine presence, the most certain method of consolation is found in the touch of a certain sublime, mysterious, human hand. I know it is very usual to say that the person who appeared to Daniel was the angel Gabriel, but I cannot bring myself to believe that he is the angel of this chapter. Surely this glorious being was that uncreated messenger of the covenant who, though not born into our nature in Daniel’s day, yet took upon himself the similitude of a man for a time, as he had done before when on special occasions he appeared to others of the saints before his actual incarnation. Even if we grant that an angel was the person who touched Daniel, still the truth which I wish to bring out will be none the less clear, namely, that even if an angel should wish to comfort us, he must assume a visible human form, and he must lay upon us a sympathetic hand like our own, so that there shall be, at any rate, “the appearance of a man,” or otherwise we shall not be strengthened. If this is granted as a truth, I shall not insist upon the text immediately referring to Christ, but I shall take the general principle, and say this — that comfort is best brought to men by a man, and if we are to be strengthened, the touch of “one like the appearance of a man” is needed. By this we may without difficulty rise to the reflection that it is always the richest and highest comfort to us, as believers in Christ, that the Lord Jesus is a man; and when he strengthens us it is frequently often by laying his human hand upon us. He reveals his kinship with us, and our spirit is consoled and strengthened by a sense of his union with us. My one object is, by the Spirit’s aid, to draw water from the ancient well of our Lord’s humanity.
3. The Son of God is also the Son of man. None of us doubts his deity, and therefore we shall be able to spend all our time in this sermon in musing upon his manhood, and the joys contained in that truth. Jesus is God; but Jesus was born, Jesus lived, Jesus died, Jesus rose again, Jesus is in heaven, as a man. He is God and man in one person, but there is no confusion of natures; he is neither a deified man nor a humanized God. His Godhead is altogether Godhead, and his manhood altogether manhood. We must not divide the person, nor confound the natures. He is as truly man as if he were not God, and as truly God as if he had never assumed the nature of man. It is of his manhood that we are now about to speak; we shall not attempt to prove it, but shall simply endeavour to show how the touch of the hand of Jesus, the man, strengthens us.
4. I. And, first, dear friends, does it not cheer us WHEN WE LABOUR UNDER A SENSE OF LONELINESS?
5. If we are true to him, we are strangers and sojourners with him, as all our fathers were. Before his cross we find ourselves to be strangers in this land, even as he was; for just as the world did not know him so it does not know us, and just as it placed him outside the camp so also it makes aliens of us. It is sweet to feel when walking the separated path, “I am a stranger with you” — a stranger in the world as you are, an exile as you were. In such solitude the manhood of Jesus is a delightful cordial.
6. Some feel alone because they are the only ones of their house who serve the Lord. How you wish it were otherwise! It is your daily prayer that all your kindred may be followers of Christ, but they are not so: perhaps they openly oppose you, and make your life unhappy through their harsh speeches. Well, there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. There is a brother who will hear what you have to say; indeed, who knows all that is in your heart before you say it. He is the antitype of Joseph, and he knows what it is to be separated from his brethren. Of all that ever lived he was the loneliest by far, and therefore he sympathizes with the forsaken ones.
7. The child of God as he grows in grace becomes more lonely under certain aspects, just as the higher mountains have fewer equals, until Mont Blanc speaks to no equal in its awful height, but communes with itself alone. Those who serve God much, and well, and draw near to his innermost presence, in that proportion draw away from men, as to deriving comfort from them. But, oh, there are no heights to which Jesus has not risen, no attainments which he has not surpassed. That glorious man is with you, with you in the singleness of heart with which you serve your God, with you in the perfect consecration which the Holy Spirit has given to you, with you in the intimate fellowship of your soul with the Eternal Father. In your highest flight of ecstasy there is still a man at your right hand, saying, “Do not fear; for I am with you: do not be dismayed; for I am your God.”
8. It falls to the lot of some Christians to stand alone in their contention for the faith. Maybe there is made known to them what has not been revealed to others, or which, being revealed, others have refused to see, or seeing have been afraid to declare. In such cases true-hearted men find themselves standing very much alone, at least for a time. They have a treasure which others do not prize, and they are bound to show it, for to this end the treasure was placed in their earthen vessel. God has not committed it to them for themselves alone, but he has entrusted them with the gospel for the good of others, and they must speak it out. If when they do so they hear no sympathetic answer, but are met in the spirit of controversy and unkind rebuke, it is blessed for them to know that “the faithful and true witness” is the champion of every honest testimony.
He stood alone as our atoning sacrifice, and into that loneliness we
never intrude, but in all other work he is our companion, even he
who is called “the man Christ Jesus,” and therefore we shall be
cheered by his presence if we find ourselves without earthly helpers.
Oh, if we had our choice between having an angel to always live in
our house, and to know our secrets, or to have the man Christ Jesus
to be our constant friend, we should not deliberate in our choice,
but choose our Lord’s company at once. An angel would often afflict
us; we should be afraid to confess our littlenesses to him, we should
fear that he would think them baseness. We should suspect his
unsuffering nature of contempt, and we should be ill at ease in his
presence; but such a feeling as that does not cross our mind when we
have to deal with one who is touched with the feeling of our
infirmities. We know our Lord to be true man, and therefore we speak
to him with familiarity, and make him our heart’s dearest companion.
Lonely one, take care that you have no secrets apart from Jesus. Love
your loneliness rather than seek to escape from it, if it brings you
nearer to him. You will do well to be always ready for Christian
fellowship, indeed, and to seek it; but do not live on it, for
fellowship with Jesus is sweeter than fellowship with saints. I
know that fellowship with saints is poor stuff if it does not come
through fellowship with the saints’ Master. When communion comes from
his hand, and we come to the feast in his company, then every
brother who sits at the table adds to our enjoyment, but if we
approach the table to see them, and forget him, then every
brother adds to our discomfort, and forms another veil to hide the
Lord. Cling to the Christ of the garden and the cross, and find, oh
lonely one, your sweetest joy in the thought that he is a man such as
you are. Sing with me those sweet lines, —
When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark and friends are few,
On him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain.
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
10. II. How sweet it is to feel the touch of the humanity of Christ WHEN WE ARE HUMBLED IN THE PRESENCE OF GOD.
11. I do not know, brethren, whether you are often favoured to behold the display of the divine glory, and to feel the reception of it into your own soul. I do know this: if you are so, you find it a wearing and breaking joy. If we had more of it, it might be a destroying delight, for “even our God is a consuming fire”; and when we come nearest to him, and best understand that he is love, the glory of that love overcomes us. We cannot eat much honey, neither can we endure much perceptible enjoyment of the divine glory; I mean much comparatively, for of course it is much to us, but it is not much compared with what he could reveal if we were able to endure it. Have you ever felt what it is to be as if you were not, to see your beauty turned into corruption, your excellency all despoiled, and yourself not only lying low in the presence of God, but being as if you had no being at all, as if you had no separate existence in the presence of such wondrous majesty, such awe-inspiring love? You feel no dread, far from it, and no unhappiness, but the very opposite: yet you yourself seem gone, and God is all in all. A blessed extinction of self makes room for infinite love. There is not one covenant blessing that, if we understood it, would have this humbling effect upon us. Every gift which God bestows upon his chosen, if properly understood and truly grasped, would make us say with Abraham, “I, who am only dust and ashes”; or make us sit down with David and exclaim, “Why is this for me? Is this the manner of man, oh Lord God?” Now, at such times of self-annihilation it is strengthening to the mind, which is almost ready to expire beneath the load of heavenly glory, to feel the touch of that hand, and to perceive that he who is our God is also very near to us. It is bliss to me to perceive that the Creator has become one with the creature, for Jesus Christ was born at Bethlehem. Jesus ate, and drank, and slept, and wept, and bled, and died, and now he sits at the right hand of the Father; and so, notwithstanding the awe which crushes me, I see an infinite condescension — indeed, I perceive a near kinship, which draws me close to God himself; so that I say, “My Father,” and with the next breath, “My Brother, my Friend, my Husband, my Best Beloved.” I wonder what we would have done if we had known so much of God, and had not known Christ! I suppose I am speaking paradoxically, and saying what I should not say, for we never could have known God except in Jesus Christ in such a way as we do know him: but if such a thing had been possible, it must have been destructive to us. But now, God in Jesus Christ, how blessed! Apart from Christ we know nothing about God, nor need we. Luther used to say, “I will have nothing, to do with an absolute God.” Beware of attempting to deal with God apart from the Mediator, for no man comes to the Father except through his Son, Christ Jesus.
12. Thus we have felt the touch of the human hand strengthening us when we have fallen prostrate under a deep sense of the glory of God.
13. III. Thirdly, brothers and sisters, for here, perhaps, you sisters take precedence over us — IN SORROW, oh, how blessed it is to feel the touch of the man’s hand!
Bodily pain is the portion of many of God’s people. They are seldom
long without it. Weakness, constant weakness, keeps many of God’s
precious ones tied to the bedroom or to the house, and often the
beloved means of grace are taken from them because of their inability
to come up to the assembly of God’s saints. Others endure the
affliction of poverty: with all their economy and industry they find
it difficult to provide things honest in the sight of all men. Some
true Christians are naturally of a sombre temperament, and to them
even summer weather has a wintry aspect. The Lord has allotted to
each one of his children a cross to carry, and his loving wisdom led
him to do so. Those who are for the most part without trial are
usually the weakest in the church of God, the least spiritual, the
least instructed in practical truth, and altogether the least grown
in divine things. We have our sorrows, but have we not found by
actual experience that the choicest consolation for sorrow is the
fact that Jesus Christ knows all about it and is with us in it? How
often has that verse rung through my soul like a trumpet note to urge
me onward when otherwise I should have retreated from the battle —
In every pang that rends the heart,
The man of sorrows had a part;
With boldness, therefore, at the throne
Let us make all our sorrows known.
There is no abyss of grief into which Jesus has not descended.
Sickness of body and pangs of soul, bereavement, poverty, scorn,
slander, desertion, treachery — he knows all these things: malice,
envy, contempt, and deadly hate, all shot their fiery arrows against
him. He has sounded the depths of the ocean of sorrow. Did he not say
that he was exceedingly sorrowful even to death; and did not the
sweat of blood which encrimsoned his face show how terrible the
inward agonies were through which his soul was passing? You are the
Prince of sorrow, oh Jesus! You are the Emperor in the realm of woe,
oh Christ! You could say far more truly than the prophet of old, “I
am the man who has seen affliction.” Now, brothers and sisters, our
bitter cup is sweetened, for his dear lips have touched the brim;
indeed, he has drained it to its dregs. Now, brethren, our hard
sorrow is softened because it is only a piece from that loaf of which
he ate the most himself. Well may we be satisfied to go through the
valley of tears, for it is “the King’s dale,” and we can track his
footprints all along it. We know them, for they show the marks of the
nails! They are the footprints of the Crucified! Comrade with us in
every grief and woe, he is always at our side when our hearts are
heavy. He carried up to heaven the very same human heart which was
pierced below, and there he remembers Calvary, and all the griefs he
suffered on our behalf. He still sympathises with us. I delight in
that thought of one of our hymn writers, where he says,
Yet even after death his heart
For us its tribute poured.
After our Lord was dead his heart yielded blood and water for our sakes, so that after death he was still in sympathy with us. Jesus still gives his heart to his people. Glory be to his name! Who among you will refuse to shoulder your cross now? Did you lay it down just now and say, “I can carry it no longer? I must give up in despair?” Why, he carries the heavier end for you. Put your shoulder to the burden which he consecrates by his fellowship. It will grow light when you think that he once carried it. When Alexander’s troops were on long marches, what cheered them was that Alexander always walked as far as they did. If they were very thirsty in the broiling sun, and if any water was to be found, of course, they brought it to Alexander first. Should they not first consider their king? But he nobly set the cooling draught aside, and said, “as long as a sick man needs water, Alexander will go without.” This made each warrior strong, for his king fared as he fared. Let this strengthen us tonight. Jesus Christ puts his hand upon us, and says, “Do not fear. I am with you in your sorrow. My heart is as your heart; therefore be of good cheer.”
16. IV. I will not dwell long on any one thought, but leave you to enlarge upon it. The fact that Jesus Christ is a man, such as we are, should greatly comfort us in ALL OUR STRUGGLES.
It seems hard, this battle of life, this “contending earnestly for
the faith once delivered to the saints,” this fighting against sin,
this contention against inbred corruption, this warring against
spiritual wickedness in high places; and we are apt to think
sometimes, “Can we ever win? Is not the battle too difficult?” In
such moments look at that man who sits upon the throne of God. He is
the typical man, the representative for us of what manhood should be,
indeed, of what through his grace it is. He wrestled hard, as hard as
you do, but he won the victory. You are tempted: does that cause you
to doubt? He was “tempted in all points like as we are,” yet he did
not sin. Are you distressed by the contentions of godless men?
“Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners against
himself, lest you are weary and faint in your minds.” The struggle is
not so hard with you as it was with him, after all. You have an
easier battle to fight, and you have the promise that, as your days,
your strength shall be. Now, since he overcame, finding strength
enough for his conflict, he is to you a living prophecy of what you
shall do through him. Yes, brother, you shall trample sin beneath
your foot, you shall take the strongholds of the adversary, and grace
shall reign within your heart. The world, the flesh, and the devil,
that trinity of evils, shall be overcome by you; you shall be a
conqueror, indeed, listen! “more than a conqueror through him who
As surely as he overcame,
And triumph’d once for you,
So surely you that love his name,
Shall triumph in him too.
“Did a man ever do that?” asked a bold spirit concerning some renowned achievement, “for if one man did it, another man shall.” It was a brave speech. But let us apply it to Christ for a moment. Did he, a man, live in the midst of this world amid fierce temptations, and did he come out of that scorching furnace with not so much as the smell of fire upon him? Then the eternal God can work the same in other men, and we may believe, indeed, we may be confident, that the victory shall be for us through the blood of the Lamb. Be of good courage, oh sons of men, for the Son of man has won the victory. Do not cast away your confidence. Do not let your swords be laid aside. Jesus, Jesus the representative man, has conquered, and therefore those who are in him, “strengthened with all might by his Spirit in the inner man,” shall conquer also. Herein is comfort.
18. V. Further, brethren, in the fifth place, what a blessed thing it has been to look at the manhood of Jesus Christ AT TIMES WHEN WE HAVE BEEN DECEIVED BY OUR BRETHREN.
19. Our natural tendency to idolatry tempts us to confide in man. Among religious people there always has been a tendency, much to be deplored, to lean a good deal upon men of eminence — upon ministers, leaders, and men of experience. We get a great deal of good from them, blessed be God, and, therefore, we conceive a high opinion of them, as indeed we may rightly do, if we attribute all that is praiseworthy to the God who gave it. But every now and then we pass beyond the proper confidence which a younger brother may place in an elder, and we pin our faith to the man’s sleeve, and make our hope in a measure dependent upon his sincerity. This is the particular sin of young Christians; but I have sometimes encountered it in simple-hearted people, even in extreme old age. The “dear minister,” the “venerable man of God” — they have looked far too much to him. Alas! there has come a discovery that man is only man, and that some men are not saints, although they talk in a saintly manner. There has been the explosion of a profession, the total casting down of an idol, and the breaking of it to pieces; and at such times the faith of many has been grievously staggered, and even those who are somewhat more established, have nevertheless received a grievous blow. We have seen Judas again, and Demas, and Hymenaeus, and Philetus, and old Ahithophel, rising from the dead, and we have been filled with grief. At such times it is most cheering to remember that there is one man who will never deceive us. There is one who has not uttered a promise which he will not fulfil, nor won from us a confidence which he will not more than justify. It is such a blessed thing to see Jesus standing there: honesty, integrity, uprightness, incarnate righteousness, truth his very nature, with no sinister motives or selfish desires to make him subtle for his own gain, but altogether selfless, living for the glory of God, and the good of his people. To get back into his heart again, and to nestle there, and to feel — “Child, here is a heart that is always warm with true love. You are safe here” — this is rest indeed. To get back to Jesus and say, “Now I am neither of Paul, nor of Apollos, nor of Cephas, but of Christ.” To hear the news of religious strife in this denomination and that, and, amidst the clashing elements of different ecclesiastical parties, to say, “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity”; and, clinging to Jesus, to feel “But this is not vanity, this is reality, this is truth!” Oh, to keep with Jesus, brothers and sisters! — never to stir away from him, and to feel that the truth which you can trust, the integrity on which you can rely, is embodied in the man Christ Jesus. Is not man the lowliest, most beggarly thing in all creation? Do you not feel him to be so when he deceives you? But, then, when you look at Jesus, how manhood rises in your esteem. After all, manhood is capable of something grand and glorious, and you bless the Lord Jesus who has by the sublime perfection of his character redeemed our nature from its frightful degradation.
20. VI. Again: I hope I shall not weary you. Surely I may continue to draw out the silken threads of such a subject. Children of God will find the doctrine of Christ’s humanity to be wonderfully comforting to them IN SEASONS OF DOUBT.
21. Many of you are free from grievous doubts, and I would be the last to sow them in your minds. I love Cowper’s picture of the poor woman with her pillow and bobbins, who only knew her Bible to be true, and left all the philosophies in the world to those who cared for them. But there is a class of disciples like Thomas, who think much, and are apt to doubt much; they do not love doubts, they hate them, yet their doubts, often go very deep, and undermine the most precious doctrines. The men are really steadfast in the faith, but it costs them many exercises and painful questionings. They ask, “How is this? and why is that?” Perhaps they have more brains than heart. I suppose many of us get into that condition, and, do you know, to me a sight of my Lord is my great security — a sheet anchor [a] which has held me firmly in times of scepticism and doubt. I cannot doubt when I see him. When I look over the book and read his character I find it impossible to be an unbeliever. If any man invented the character of Christ, I will worship him: he must be divine to have created such perfection. It seems to me that if the life of Jesus were not a fact the very fiction would be a creation demanding perfect holiness in the inventor. Who except a perfectly holy being could have conceived of a character like that of our Lord and Master? Every other character has its flaw. Man may be compared to a statue I once saw in Cambridge, which I think is in Trinity College library now — a statue of Byron. I remember looking at it from one point of view, and the gentleman who showed it to me said, “There, sir, there is the poet!” Yes, and a noble face it is, full of high thought, and rare imagination; and you admire the man. “Come around to this point,” said my guide, “for there is the man who dared defy the Deity.” You could see at once the semi-maniac Byron, lost to all pure and devout emotion. The artist had sketched the duplicate man, the true Byron, a man both great and wicked. Now, if some artist able to exhibit the whole truth could express this in marble of you, your friends might go to ever so many points, and say, “Beautiful! beautiful! admirable! commendable! lovely!” and so on: but when they came to some one point (and some of us may be very thankful that people do not get to that point generally) they would exclaim, “Alas,” and they would not like to say much more. They would feel the conviction that things are not altogether what they seem to be, and that flaws are discoverable in those they most admire. It is not so with Jesus. Survey him, before and behind, on the right and on the left. Come upon him at midnight; look at him in midday. Watch him as a child; see him as a man. Look at him alone; behold him in company. See him in his pomp as he rides through Jerusalem; see him in his shame as they hound him to his death. From every point he is perfect, absolutely perfect: you cannot improve upon him, you cannot hint at a fault in him. This is to candid minds a solid establishment, rendering it hard to be a doubter; and for believers who love their Lord and Master it becomes a blessed chain which holds them firm, so that they cannot give up the truth they have received, for they have not followed cunningly devised fables. If Peter and James and John, when they saw their Lord transfigured, were established, so are we also when we view his human life on earth, for his whole career is the transfiguration of humanity: a wonderful display of how poor human nature’s garments can be made whiter than any fuller can make them — how the brightness of manhood can excel the glory of the sun at noonday. This consoles us amidst the battle of doubtful thought.
22. VII. Further, dear brethren, how blessedly the touch of our Redeemer’s human hand COMFORTS US IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
Unless the Lord comes, “it is appointed to all men once to die.” In
the presence of death and the grave, when we really get to look at
them, there is hardly one among us who does not begin to ask himself,
“Is it all right?” Must we die? We shrink back; we cannot bear it.
“Shall I rise again? If, after my skin, worms devour this body, shall
I in my flesh see God? Does it seem likely? Is it possible? Can these
dry bones live?” We have read the burial service many times, and
heard it read over our friends, and we have thought that we believed
in the resurrection; but when it comes to ourselves, and we are about
to die, and sickness tells upon us, then we ask the question over
again, “Shall we rise? And is it true? Is it surely true?” Very often
I have put myself through my paces over that question, and this is my
conclusion. I know that the man Christ Jesus rose from the dead. I am
sure of that. How do I know it? No fact in human history was ever
better attested to, or even so well attested to as this — that Jesus
who was crucified rose from the dead. The witnesses are so many. Read
Paul’s summing up of the evidence in the Corinthians. He shows that
sometimes Christ was seen by one disciple alone, then by twelve, and,
on one occasion, at any rate, by five hundred witnesses at once.
Jesus showed himself alive by indisputable proofs: we are sure that
he rose from the dead. Well, then, I know that I shall do so; for the
apostle, by inspiration, has put the two things together — “If Christ
did not rise, then there is no resurrection of the dead. But if
Christ rose from the dead, how do some among you say that there is no
resurrection of the dead?” One man has broken out from the prison of
the grave, and therefore so will all who are like him. Brethren in
the Gaza of mortality, we shall escape from this city, for our Samson
rose in the morning, and took away the gates, posts and bars and all,
and carried them to the top of the hill. The gates of the grave are
open: pass through, you redeemed of the Lord! He has torn away the
bars of the sepulchre, it is no longer a dungeon. The tomb is now a
bedroom where you shall sleep for a little while, until your body
shall be prepared for the Lord’s embrace.
What though our inbred sins require
Our flesh to see the dust,
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his followers must.
24. VIII. Once more, children of God, the manhood of Christ ought to be a great comfort to you WHEN YOU ARE SEEKING TO DO GOOD AMONG YOUR FELLOW MEN.
25. This is an awful world this world of human beings. If you ride along the main streets, London looks to be a very respectable city, but just go down the side streets, and from these turn into the courts and alleys. Enter Jack Ketch’s neighbourhood, or Tiger Bay. Visit those districts where the means of livelihood are sin, where drunkenness is the chief delight, where debauchery has ceased to be pleasure, and has become an occupation, where every villainy is transacted unblushingly. Oh, God! When we think of what humanity is even where Christianity keeps it within bounds, and then think of what it is when left to itself to bow down before blocks of wood and stone, and offer orgies of vice as the adoration of God, we might justly say, “Oh, it is a foul thing! Leave it alone! It scarcely deserves pity.” If we could only entertain the comforting notions of the Plymouth Brethren, and believe that the world is not to be converted, how easy we might be. We could sit down and care no more for this poor earth, because the Lord Jesus is coming and the thing will end, and there is nothing for us to do except to pull a man off the sinking ship here and there, for the kingdoms of this world are never to become the kingdoms of our Lord and of his Christ, and he is never to have dominion from sea to sea, at any rate not by the ordinary method of the proclamation of the gospel, and we may as well go to bed and enjoy ourselves, for effort is needless where success is hopeless. So they tell us, and if I could believe them I could sleep more soundly at night. But I believe that the world is to be converted to God, and that here on this battle ground, and by the same weapons with which the fight began, the conflict will be fought out to the glorious end, and sin shall be trodden down by the Lord’s people, who will win the victory through his blood. Still look at fallen human nature. Whitfield used to say that it was half beast and half devil. He was very near the mark; but I question whether both beast and devil are not slandered by being compared with man when he is left to himself. Fallen man is a horrible creature, and each one of us may see a specimen in his own natural heart. But, oh, brethren, let us gird up the loins of our minds and be encouraged. Let us look beyond the fall, and see what humanity once was, and what it may yet become. Jesus took human nature upon him, and by this gave it the highest honour: an honour which has more than rolled away its reproach. Though free from sin, yet his nature was human; and in assuming such a nature Jesus showed the value which he placed on our race. He thought it was worth his while to live, to suffer, to bleed, to die, for such poor things as we have been speaking of. He thought it was worth his while to preach to a woman who had had five husbands, and was still living in sin; worth his while to permit his feet to be washed by a woman who had been a sinner; worth his while to mix with tax collectors and sinners — the common people of the great cities, for he was a physician, and he had come to heal the sick.
26. Never let us give way for a solitary moment to the proud feeling that anyone is below us, or that any human being is so base that he is not worth looking after, and so bad that it is really of no use to hope to benefit him. Have I not heard it insinuated with regard to fallen women, “Oh, it is very melancholy work to have anything to do with them, and probably it would be better to leave them alone?” “And these children in the streets,” some say, “these waifs and strays — would it not be better to let those eminent Christian dignitaries, the parochial authorities, instruct them in the poorhouse? Would it not be better to let the grosser evils alone? They are so hideous. Drunkenness, poverty, uncleanness — they so abound in this great city that one runs great risks and undergoes much pollution in coming near them.” Very superior beings sometimes talk in this way. I mean rather to say that conceited fools speak like this. Is there one being on the face of the earth so degraded that you and I might not have been even more degraded if the Lord’s grace had been withheld? Does there live on the face of the earth one incarnation of wickedness that can possibly excel what we might have been if exposed to the same influences and denied the restraints of love? How, then, can we talk about sinners as being beneath us? Jesus Christ stoops indeed, but for you and for me it is almost impossible to stoop, for we are already down so low that we are near to the very lowest, and there is no great stoop possible on our part. This always cheers me. If my Master would give me a house full of convicts who had been imprisoned many times, and given over as hopeless, I should feel great confidence in preaching the gospel to them, because I should think, “Now, I am in the very place in which my Master would have chosen to place his pulpit.” Did he not come to save us who are convicts under the law of God? And, if he has done that, let us never despair of the worst of felons. Never despair of a creature for whom Jesus died. Never despair of a creature the like of which you may see by myriads before the eternal throne, singing, “We have washed our robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.” City missionary, Bible woman, brother, sister, you who work among the lowest of the low, let the Master’s hand touch you and give you strength.
27. Now, I am finished when I have said a few inviting words to those present here who do not know much about the Redeemer, and have not yet believed in him.
28. Do you feel yourselves guilty before God? Do you wish for mercy? Come, then, and come immediately, for Jesus Christ, a man like yourselves, invites you. Remember, you cannot go to God without a mediator, but you may go to Christ without a mediator: you may go just as you are. You need no introduction to Jesus. I know that you can go and tell another man like yourself your sin, for some are so foolish as to do so. They confess their sins to the priests, as Judas did, but you know Judas then went and hanged himself, which was a very likely thing to do after such a confession. But if you will go and tell your sins to Jesus, who is a man, and something more than a man, he will hear your story, and it will not pollute his ear. He will listen to it, and he will do more; he will completely absolve you. Have you not felt now that you have grown up to be big fellows, that you wished you were boys again, so that you could go at night and tell mother all that you had done wrong during the day, so that mother might kiss you, and you would go to bed feeling that everything was right again? Well, there is no mortal to whom you can go for such forgiveness now, but the Lord Jesus Christ will be to you all that your mother was to you when you were a child. Go and tell him all about it, and ask him to wash you in his blood, and cover you with his righteousness, and he will forgive you as freely as your own kind mother would have done. Jesus Christ will feel for you, for he knows all your temptations, and weaknesses. If there is any kind of excuse to be made for you, he will make it: he did that for his murderers when he said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” For what cannot be extenuated at all he has something a great deal better than an excuse — namely, his own atoning sacrifice. He will tell you, “Simply trust me, and I will save you.” Do not be afraid to come and tell him all your case. He will not spurn you. Did he ever spurn a sinner yet? The dogs eat the crumbs under his table, and he never drives them away. Dog of a sinner, you may come to his feet, and he will make something better than a dog of you. But you tell me, “the man Jesus is in heaven.” So much the better, for if he were here on earth in this Tabernacle, then he would not be over in Seven Dials and Golden Lane, and over in north and east London, or away there in Scotland and Ireland, or across the seas; but, being in heaven, he is within equal reach of all of us, wherever we may be; and whoever sends a thought after him, or a wish towards him, above all, whoever trusts him, shall find in him eternal life.
Sinner, you do not have to deal with an absolute God; you have to
deal with God in Jesus, the man. Come, then, to him, for he has come
to you. The ladder, Christ Jesus, you know has its foot on earth, and
its top in heaven; the higher we ascend the more we shall delight to
think of the glory of Christ, but our first business is to think of
the foot of the ladder, and I want you tonight to know that its foot
stands on earth, just in front of you. Jesus was such as you are;
not sinful, that he could not be; but in all else like you — poor, and
suffering, as you are. Now, put your foot on the first rung of the
ladder, his manhood, and his bloody sacrifice upon the cross. Trust
that, and you shall climb until you ascend where the full deity of
the incarnate Saviour blazes forth; and you shall rejoice in his
second advent, and all the splendours of his future reign. Tonight
you may leave those higher things alone. Begin at the bottom of the
ladder, and start to climb. May the Lord help you! May the Lord bless
you! May he lay his hand on you at this moment, poor sinner! That
will melt your heart, that will cheer your spirit, that will give you
life from the dead. May he do it for his name’s sake. Amen.
[Portion Of Scripture Read Before Sermon — Da 10]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus — Christ The Eternal Life” 820]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Jesus Christ, Deity and Incarnation — Jesus The Son Of Man” 260]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Privileges, Union to Christ — Union With Jesus” 761]
[a] Sheet Anchor: A large anchor, formerly always the largest of a ship’s anchors, used only in an emergency. OED.
The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus
820 — Christ The Eternal Life
1 Jesus, our Kinsman and our God,
Array’d in majesty and blood,
Thou art our life; our souls in thee
Possess a full felicity.
2 All our immortal hopes are laid
In thee, our Surety and our Head;
Thy cross, thy cradle, and thy throne,
Are big with glories yet unknown.
3 Oh, let my soul for ever lie
Beneath the blessings of thine eye;
‘Tis heaven on earth, ‘tis heaven above,
To see thy face, and taste thy love.
Isaac Watts, 1734.
Jesus Christ, Deity and Incarnation
260 — Jesus The Son Of Man
1 It is my sweetest comfort, Lord,
And will for ever be,
To muse upon the gracious truth
Of thy humanity.
2 Oh joy! there sitteth in our flesh,
Upon a throne of light,
One of a human mother born,
In perfect Godhead bright!
3 Though earth’s foundations should be moved,
Down to their lowest deep;
Though all the trembling universe
Into destruction sweep;
4 For ever God, for ever man,
My Jesus shall endure;
And fix’d on him, my hope remains
Edward Caswall, 1858.
The Christian, Privileges, Union to Christ
761 — Union With Jesus
1 ‘Twixt Jesus and the chosen race
Subsists a bond of sovereign grace,
That hell, with its infernal train,
Shall ne’er dissolve nor rend in twain.
2 Hail! sacred union, firm and strong,
How great the grace, how sweet the song,
That worms of earth should ever be
One with Incarnate Deity!
3 One in the tomb, one when he rose,
One when he triumphed o’er his foes,
One when in heaven he took his seat,
While seraphs sang all hell’s defeat.
4 This sacred tie forbids their fears,
For all he is or has is theirs;
With him, their head, they stand or fall,
Their life, their surety, and their all.
John Kent, 1827, a.