A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, July 14, 1878, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington. *10/1/2012
And he was teaching in one of the synagogues on the Sabbath. And,
behold, there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity for eighteen
years, and was bent over, and could in no way lift herself up. And
when Jesus saw her, he called her to him, and said to her, “Woman,
you are healed of your infirmity.” And he laid his hands on her: and
immediately she was made straight, and glorified God. [Lu
For other sermons on this text:
[See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 1426, “Lifting Up of the Bowed Down, The” 1417]
[See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2891, “Sabbath Miracle, A” 2892]
Exposition on Lu 13:10-23 [See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 3537, “Definite Challenge for Definite Prayer, A” 3539 @@ "Exposition"]
Exposition on Lu 13:1-22 [See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2547, “Return! Return!” 2548 @@ "Exposition"]
Exposition on Lu 13:6-30 [See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2308, “Ten Wrong Kinds of Hearers” 2309 @@ "Exposition"]
Exposition on Lu 4:33-36 6:6-11 13:10-17 14:1-6 Joh 5:1-9 9:1-14 [See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2568, “Sabbath Work” 2569 @@ "Exposition"]
[See Spurgeon_SermonTexts "Lu 13:11"]
[See Spurgeon_SermonTexts "Lu 13:12"]
[See Spurgeon_SermonTexts "Lu 13:13"]
1. I believe that the infirmity of this woman was not only physical but spiritual: her outward appearance was the index of her deep and long-continued depression of mind. She was bent double with respect to her body, and she was bent over by sadness with respect to her mind. There is always a sympathy between body and soul, but it is not always so plainly seen as in her case; many sad sights would meet us on all hands if it were so. Imagine for a moment what would be the result upon the present congregation if our outward forms were to display our inward state. If someone having an eye like that of the Saviour could gaze upon us now, and could see the inward in the outward, what would be the appearance of this crowd? Very deplorable sights would be seen, for in many a pew dead people would be sitting, looking out from the glassy eyes of death, bearing the semblance of life and a name to live, but all the while being dead concerning spiritual things. My friend, you would shudder as you found yourself placed next to a corpse. Alas, the corpse would not shudder, but would remain as insensitive as ungodly people usually are, though the precious truth of the gospel rings in their ears — ears which hear but hear in vain. A large number of souls will be found in all congregations, “dead in trespasses and sins,” and yet sitting as God’s people sit, and not to be discerned from the living in Zion. Even in those cases in which there is spiritual life the aspect would not be altogether lovely. Here we should see a man blind, and there another maimed; and a third twisted from perfect uprightness. Spiritual deformity assumes many forms, and each form is painful to look upon. A paralysed man with a trembling faith, as shown by a trembling body, would be an uncomfortable neighbour, and a person subject to fits of passion or despair would be equally undesirable if his body also suffered from fits. How sad it would be to have around us people with a fever, or shivering with ague, hot and cold by turns, burning almost to fanaticism at one moment and then chilled as with a northern wind with utter indifference. I will not try to sketch in further detail the halt, lame, blind and impotent folk who are assembled in this Bethesda. Surely if the flesh were shaped according to the spirit this Tabernacle would be turned into a hospital, and each man would flee from his fellow, and wish to run from himself. If for any one of us our inward ailments were to be shown upon our brow, I warrant you we should not linger long at the mirror, nor scarcely dare to think upon the wretched objects which our eyes would behold there. Let us leave the imaginary scene with this consoling thought, that Jesus is among us notwithstanding that we are sick folk, and although he sees nothing to delight his eye if he judges us according to the law, yet, since his mercy delights to relieve human misery, there is abundant scope for him here in the midst of these thousands of ailing souls.
2. In that synagogue on the Sabbath this poor woman described in the text must have been one of the least observed. Her particular disease would render her very short in stature; she was dwarfed to almost half her original height, and as a result, like other very short people, she would be almost lost in a standing crowd. A person so bent down as she was might have come in and gone out and not have been noticed by anyone standing on the floor of the meeting place; but I can imagine that our Lord occupied a somewhat elevated position, since he was teaching in the synagogue, for he had probably gone to one of the higher places for the greater convenience of being seen and heard, and for this reason he could more easily see her than others could. Jesus always occupies a place from which he can see those who are bent over. His quick eye did not miss its mark. She, poor soul, was naturally the least observed of all the people in the company, yet she was the most observed, for our Lord’s gracious eye glanced over all the rest, but it lighted upon her with fixed regard. There his tender look remained until he had performed the deed of love. Perhaps, there is someone in the crowd this morning the least observed of anyone, who is still noticed by the Saviour; for he sees not as man sees, but observes most those whom man passes over as beneath his regard. No one knows you, no one cares for you; your particular trouble is quite unknown, and you would not reveal it for the world. You feel quite alone; there is no solitude like what is to be found in a dense throng; and you are in that solitude now. Do not be, however, quite despairing, for you have a friend left. The preacher’s heart is going after you, but that will not help you very much: there is far more joy in the fact that just as our Master observed most the least observed one on that Sabbath in the synagogue, so we trust he will do today, and his eye shall light on you, even you. He will not pass you by, but will deal out a special Sabbath blessing to your weary heart. Though by yourself accounted to be among the last, you shall now be put among the first by the Lord’s working a notable miracle of love upon you. In the hope that this may be so we will proceed, by the help of the Holy Spirit, to look into the gracious deed which was done for this poor woman.
3. I. Our first subject for consideration is, THE BOWING DOWN OF THE AFFLICTED. We read concerning this woman that “she had a spirit of infirmity and was bent over, and could in no way lift herself up.”
Upon which we remark first, that she had lost all her natural
brightness. I can imagine that when she was a girl she was light of
foot as a young roe, that her face was dimpled with many a smile, and
that her eyes flashed with childish glee. She had her share of the
brightness and beauty of youth, and walked erect just like others,
looking up to the sun by day, and to the sparkling stars at night,
rejoicing in all around her, and feeling life to be a joy. But there
gradually crept over her an infirmity which dragged her down,
probably a weakness of the spine: either the muscles and tendons
began to tighten so that she was bound together, and drawn more and
more towards herself and towards the earth; or else the muscles began
to relax, so that she could not retain the perpendicular position,
and her body drooped forward more and more. I suppose either of these
causes might cause her to be bent over, so that she could in no
way lift herself up. At any rate, for eighteen years she had not
gazed upon the sun; for eighteen years no star of night had gladdened
her eye; her face was drawn downward towards the dust, and all the
light of her life was dim: she walked around as if she were searching
for a grave, and I do not doubt she often felt that it would have
been gladness to have found one. She was as truly fettered as if
bound in iron, and as much in prison as if surrounded by stone walls.
Alas, we know certain of the children of God who are at this moment
in much the same condition. They are perpetually bent over, and
though they remember happier days the memory only serves to deepen
their present gloom. They sometimes sing in the minor key:
Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the sweet refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
What blissful hours I then enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
They seldom enter into communion with God now; seldom or never see the face of the Well-Beloved. They try to hold on by believing, and they succeed; but they have little peace, little comfort, little joy: they have lost the crown and flower of spiritual life, though that life still remains. I feel certain that I am addressing more than two or three who are in such a plight at this moment, and I pray the Comforter to bless my discourse to them.
5. This poor woman was bent towards herself and towards what was depressing. She seemed to grow downwards; her life was stooping; she bent lower and lower and lower, as the weight of years pressed upon her. Her looks were all earthward; nothing heavenly, nothing bright could come before her eyes; her views were narrowed to the dust, and to the grave. So there are some of God’s people whose thoughts always sink like lead, and their feelings run in a deep groove, always cutting a lower channel. You cannot give them delight, but you can readily cause them alarm: by a strange art they squeeze the juice of sorrow from the clusters of Eshcol; where others would leap for joy they stoop for very grief, for they draw the unhappy inference that joyous things are not meant for people like them. They dare not accept cordials expressly prepared for mourners, and the more comforting they are the more they are afraid to appropriate them. If there is a dark passage in the word of God they are sure to read it, and say, “That applies to me”: if there is a thundering portion in a sermon they remember every syllable of it, and although they wonder how the preacher knows them so well, yet they are sure that he aimed every word at them. If anything occurs in providence, either adverse or propitious, instead of reading it as a sign for good, whether they might rationally do so or not, they manage to translate it into a sign for evil. “All these things are against me,” they say, for they can see nothing but the earth, and can imagine nothing but fear and distress.
6. We have known certain prudent, but somewhat unfeeling, people to blame these people, and chide them for being low spirited; and that brings us to notice next, that she could not lift herself up. There was no use in blaming her. There may have been a time, perhaps, when her older sisters said, “Sister, you should keep yourself more upright; you should not be so round shouldered; you are getting quite out of figure; you must be careful or you will become deformed.” Dear me, what good advice some people can give! Advice is usually given gratis, and this is very proper, since in most cases that is its full value. Advice given to people who become depressed in spirit is usually unwise, and causes pain and aggravation of spirit. I sometimes wish that those who are so ready with their advice had themselves suffered a little, for then, perhaps, they would have the wisdom to hold their tongues. Of what use is it to advise a blind person to see, or to tell one who cannot lift herself up that she ought to be upright, and should not look so much upon the earth? This is a needless increase of misery. Some people who pretend to be comforters might more fitly be classed with tormentors. A spiritual infirmity is as real as a physical one. When Satan binds a soul it is as truly bound as when a man binds an ox or a donkey. It cannot get free, it is of necessity in bondage; and that was the condition of this poor woman. I may be speaking to some who have bravely attempted to rally their spirits: they have tried a change of scene, they have gone into godly company, they have asked Christian people to comfort them, they have frequented the house of God, and read consoling books; but still they are bound, and there is no disputing it. Just as one who pours vinegar upon nitre, so is he who sings songs to a sad heart: there is an incongruity about the choicest joys when forced upon broken spirits. Some distressed souls are so sick that they abhor all manner of food, and draw near to the gates of death. Yet, if any one of my hearers is in this plight he may not despair, for Jesus can lift those up who are most bent over.
7. The worst point, perhaps, about the poor woman’s case was that she had borne her trouble for eighteen years, and therefore her disease was chronic and her illness confirmed. Eighteen years! It is a long, long time. Eighteen years of happiness! — the years fly like Mercuries, with wings to their heels: they come, and they are gone. Eighteen years of happy life, — how short a span! But eighteen years of pain, eighteen years of being bent over to the earth, eighteen years in which the body approximated rather to the fashion of a brute than to that of a man, what a period this must be! Eighteen long years — each with twelve dreary months dragging like a chain behind it! She had been eighteen years under the bond of the devil; what a woe was this! Can a child of God be eighteen years in despondency? I am bound to answer “yes.” There is one case, that of Mr. Timothy Rogers, who has written a book on “Religious Melancholy,” a very wonderful book too, who was, I think, twenty-eight years in despondency: he tells the story himself, and there can be no question about his accuracy. Similar cases are well known to those familiar with religious biographies. Individuals have been locked up for many years in the gloomy den of despair, and yet after all have been singularly brought out into joy and comfort. Eighteen years of despondency must be a frightful affliction, and yet there is an escape out of it, for though the devil may take eighteen years to forge a chain, it does not take our blessed Lord eighteen minutes to break it. He can soon set the captive free. Build, build your dungeons, oh Fiend of Hell, and lay the foundations deep, and place the layers of granite so firmly together that no one can stir a stone of your structure; but when HE comes, your Master who will destroy all your works, HE only speaks, and like the unsubstantial fabric of a vision your Bastille vanishes into thin air. Eighteen years of melancholy do not prove that Jesus cannot set the captive free; they only offer him an opportunity for displaying his gracious power.
8. Notice further about this poor woman, that bent over as she was both in mind and body, she still frequented the house of prayer. Our Lord was in the synagogue, and she was there too. She might very well have said, “It is very painful for me to go into a public place; I ought to be excused.” But no, there she was. Dear child of God, the devil has sometimes suggested to you that it is vain for you to go any more to hear the word. Go all the same. He knows you are likely to escape from his hands as long as you hear the word, and therefore if he can keep you away he will do so. It was while in the house of prayer that this woman found her liberty, and there you may find it; therefore still continue to go up to the house of the Lord, come what may.
9. All this while, too, she was a daughter of Abraham. The devil had tied her up like an ox or a donkey, but he could not take away her privileged character. She was still a daughter of Abraham, still a believing soul trusting in God by humble faith. When the Saviour healed her he did not say, “Your sins are forgiven you.” There was no particular sin in the case. He did not address her as he did those whose infirmity had been caused by sin; for, notwithstanding her being bent over like this, all she needed was comfort, not rebuke. Her heart was right with God. I know it was, for the moment she was healed she began to glorify God, which showed that she was ready for it, and that the praise was waiting in her spirit for the glad opportunity. In going up to the house of God, she felt some measure of comfort, though for eighteen years she was bent over. Where else should she have gone? What good could she have gained by staying at home? A sick child is best in his father’s house, and she was best where prayer was accustomed to be made.
10. Here, then, is a picture of what may still be seen among the sons of men, and may possibly be your case, dear hearer. May the Holy Spirit bless this description to your hearts’ encouragement.
11. II. I invite you, secondly, to notice THE HAND OF SATAN IN THIS BONDAGE.
12. We would not have known it if our Lord had not told us, that it was Satan who had bound this poor woman for eighteen years. He must have bound her very cunningly to make the knot hold all that time, for he does not appear to have possessed her. You notice in reading the evangelists that our Lord never laid his hand on a person possessed with a devil. Satan had not possessed her, but he had fallen upon her eighteen years before, and bound her up as men tie a beast in its stable, and she had not been able to get free all that while. The devil can tie a knot in a moment which you and I cannot untie in eighteen years. He had in this case so securely fastened his victim that no power of herself or others could avail: in the same way when permitted he can tie up any one of God’s own people in a very short time, and by almost any means. Perhaps one word from a preacher, which was never meant to cause sadness, may make a heart wretched; one single sentence out of a good book, or one misunderstood passage of Scripture, may be quite enough in Satan’s cunning hand to imprison a child of God in a long bondage.
13. Satan had bound the woman to herself and to the earth. There is a cruel way of tying a beast which is somewhat after the same fashion: I have seen a poor animal’s head fastened to its knee or foot, and somewhat after that fashion Satan had bound the woman downward to herself. So there are some children of God whose thoughts are all about themselves: they have turned their eyes so that they look inside and see only the transactions of the little world within themselves. They are always lamenting their own infirmities, always mourning their own corruptions, always watching their own emotions. The one and only subject of their thoughts is their own condition. If they ever change the scene and turn to another subject it is only to gaze upon the earth beneath them, to groan over this poor world with its sorrows, its miseries, its sins, and its disappointments. So they are tied to themselves and to the earth, and cannot look up to Christ as they should, nor let the sunlight of his love shine fully upon them. They go mourning without the sun, pressed down with cares and burdens. Our Lord uses the figure of an ox or a donkey tied up, and he says that even on the Sabbath its owner would release it for watering.
14. This poor woman was restrained from what her soul needed. She was like a donkey or an ox which cannot get to the trough to drink. She knew the promises, she heard them read every Sabbath day; she went to the synagogue and heard about him who comes to release the captives; but she could not rejoice in the promise or enter into liberty. So there are multitudes of God’s dear people who are fastened to themselves and cannot get to watering, cannot drink from the river of life, nor find consolation in the Scriptures. They know how precious the gospel is, and how consolatory the blessings of the covenant are, but they cannot enjoy the consolations or the blessings. Oh that they could. They sigh and cry, but they feel themselves to be bound.
15. There is a saving clause here. Satan had done a good deal to the poor woman, but he had done all he could do. You may rest assured that whenever Satan strikes a child of God he never spares his strength. He knows nothing about mercy, neither does any other consideration restrain him. When the Lord delivered Job into Satan’s hand for a time, what destruction and havoc he made with Job’s property. He did not save him chick or child, or sheep, or goat, or camel, or ox; but he struck him right and left, and caused ruin to his whole estate. When, under a second permit, he came to touch him in his bone and in his flesh, nothing would satisfy the devil except covering him from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head with severe boils and blains. He might have pained him quite sufficiently by torturing one part of his body, but this would not suffice, he must glut himself with vengeance. The devil would do all he could, and therefore he covered him with running sores. Yet, as in Job’s case, there was a limit, so there was here; Satan had bound this woman, but he had not killed her. He might bend her towards the grave, but he could not bend her into it; he might make her droop over until she was bent double, but he could not take away her poor feeble life: with all his infernal craft he could not make her die before her time. Moreover, she was still a woman, and he could not make a beast of her, notwithstanding that she was bent over like this into the form of the brute. Even so the devil cannot destroy you, oh child of God. He can strike you, but he cannot slay you. He worries those whom he cannot destroy, and feels a malicious joy in doing so. He knows there is no hope of your destruction, for you are beyond the shot of his gun; but if he cannot wound you with the shot he will frighten you with the powder if he can. If he cannot kill he will bind, as if for the slaughter; indeed, and he knows how to make a poor soul feel a thousand deaths in fearing one. But all this while Satan was quite unable to touch this poor woman with respect to her true standing: she was a daughter of Abraham eighteen years before when first the devil attacked her, and she was a daughter of Abraham eighteen years afterwards, when the fiend had done his worst. And you, dear heart, if you should never have a comforting sense of the Lord’s love for eighteen years, are still his beloved; and if he should never once give you any sign of his love which you could sensibly enjoy, and if by reason of bewilderment and distraction you should keep on writing bitter things against yourself all this while, yet still your name is on the hands of Christ, where no one can erase it. You belong to Jesus, and no one shall pluck you out of his hands. The devil may bind you firmly, but Christ has bound you still more firmly with cords of everlasting love, which must and shall hold you to the end.
16. That poor woman was being prepared, even by the agency of the devil, to glorify God. No one in the synagogue could glorify God as she could when she was at last set free. Every year out of the eighteen gave emphasis to the utterance of her thanksgiving. The deeper her sorrow the sweeter her song. I should like to have been there that morning, to have heard her tell the story of the emancipating power of the Christ of God. The devil must have felt that he had lost all his trouble, and he must have regretted that he had not left her alone all the eighteen years, since he had only been qualifying her by it, to proclaim all the more sweetly the story of the wondrous power of Jesus.
17. III. I want you to notice in the third place THE LIBERATOR AT HIS WORK.
18. We have seen the woman bound by the devil, but here comes the Liberator, and the first thing we read about him is that he saw her. His eyes looked around, reading every heart as he glanced from one to another. At last he saw the woman. Yes, that was the very one he was seeking. We are not to think that he saw her in the same common way as I see one of you, but he read every line of her character and history, every thought of her heart, every desire of her soul. No one had told him that she had been bound for eighteen years, but he knew all about it, — how she came to be bound, what she had suffered during the time, how she had prayed for healing, and how the infirmity still pressed upon her. In one minute he had read her history and understood her case. He saw her; and oh, what meaning there was in his searching glance. Our Lord had wonderful eyes; all the painters in the world will never be able to produce a satisfactory picture of Christ, because they cannot copy those expressive eyes. Heaven lay calmly reposing in his eyes; they were not only bright and penetrating, but they were full of a melting power, an irresistible tenderness, a strength which secured confidence. As he looked at the poor woman I do not doubt the tears sprang from our Lord’s eyes, but they were not tears of unmingled sorrow, for he knew that he could heal her, and he anticipated the joy of doing so.
When he had gazed upon her, he called her to him. Did he know her
name? Oh, yes, he knows all our names, and his calling is therefore
personal and unmistakable. “I have called you by your name,” he says,
“you are mine.” See, there is the poor creature, coming up the aisle;
that pitiful mass of sorrow, though bent to the earth, is moving. Is
it a woman at all? You can hardly see that she has a face, but she is
coming towards him who called her. She could not stand upright, but
she could come as she was — bent and infirm as she was. I rejoice
in my Master’s way of healing people, for he comes to them where they
are. He does not propose to them that if they will do something he
will do the rest, but he begins and ends. He asks them to approach
him as they are, and does not ask them to make amends or prepare. May
my blessed Master this morning look on some of you until you feel,
“The preacher means me, the preacher’s Master means me,” and then may
there sound a voice in your ears saying, “Come to Jesus just as you
are.” Then may you have grace to reply —
Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind,
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
Oh Lamb of God, I come.
20. When the woman came, the great Liberator said to her, “Woman, you are healed of your infirmity.” How could that be true? She was still as bent as she was before. He meant that the spell of Satan was taken off from her, that the power which had made her to bow herself like this was broken. This she believed in her innermost soul, even as Jesus said it, though as yet she was not at all different in appearance from her former state. Oh, that some of you who are God’s dear people would have power to believe this morning that the end of your gloom has come, — power to believe that your eighteen years are over, and that your time of doubt and despondency is ended. I pray that God may give you grace to know that when this morning’s sun first gilded the east, light was ordained for you. Behold, I come today to proclaim the glad message from the Lord. Come out, you prisoners, leap you captives, for Jesus comes to set you free today. The woman was liberated, but she could not actually enjoy the liberty, and I will tell you why directly. Our Lord proceeded to give her full enlargement in his own way: he laid his hands on her. She suffered from lack of strength, and by putting his hands upon her, I conceive that the Lord poured his life into her. The warm stream of his own infinite power and vitality came into contact with the lethargic stream of her painful existence, and so quickened it that she lifted herself up. The deed of love was done: Jesus himself had done it. Beloved mourners, if we could get you away this morning from thinking about yourselves to thinking about our Lord Jesus, and from looking down upon your cares to thinking of him, what a change would come over you. If his hands could be laid upon you, those dear pierced hands which bought you, those mighty hands which rule heaven and earth on your behalf, those blessed hands which are stretched out to plead for sinners, those dear hands which will press you to his bosom for ever: if you could feel these by thinking of him, then you would soon recover your early joy, and renew the elasticity of your spirit, and the bowing down of your soul would pass away like a night dream, to be forgotten for ever. Oh Spirit of the Lord, make it to be so.
21. IV. I will not linger there, but invite you now to notice THE RELEASING OF THE BOUND.
22. She was made straight we are told, and that at once. Now, what I want you to notice is this, that she must have lifted herself up — that was her own act and deed. No pressure or force was put upon her, she lifted herself up; and yet she was “made straight.” She was passive in so much as a miracle was performed upon her, but she was active too, and, being enabled, she lifted herself up. What a wonderful meeting there is here of the active and the passive in the salvation of men. The Arminian says to the sinner, “Now, sinner, you are a responsible being; you must do this and that.” The Calvinist says, “Truly, sinner, you are responsible enough, but you are also unable to do anything by yourself. God must work in you both to will and to do.” What shall we do with these two teachers? They resorted to fighting, a hundred years ago, most frightfully. We will not let them fight now, but what shall we do with them? We will let both speak, and believe what is true in both their testimonies. Is it true what the Arminian says, that there must be an effort on the sinner’s part or he will never be saved? Unquestionably it is. As soon as the Lord ever gives spiritual life there is spiritual activity. No one is ever lugged into heaven by his ears, or carried there asleep on a feather bed. God deals with us as with responsible, intelligent beings. That is true, and what is the use of denying it? Now, what has the Calvinist to say? He says that the sinner is bound by the infirmity of sin, and cannot lift himself up, and when he does so, it is God who does it all, and the Lord must have all the glory for it. Is that not true too? “Oh,” says the Arminian, “I never denied that the Lord is to have the glory. I will sing a hymn with you to the divine honour; and I will pray the same prayer with you for the divine power.” All Christians are thorough Calvinists when they come to singing and praying, but it is a pity to doubt as a doctrine what we profess on our knees and in our songs. It is most true that Jesus alone saves the sinner, and equally true that the sinner believes to salvation. The Holy Spirit never believed on behalf of anyone: a man must believe for himself and repent for himself, or be lost; but yet there never was a grain of true faith or true repentance in this world unless it was produced by the Holy Spirit. I am not going to explain these difficulties, because they are not difficulties, except in theory. They are plain facts of practical everyday life. The poor woman knew at any rate where to put the crown; she did not say, “I straightened myself,” no, but she glorified God, and attributed all the work to his gracious power.
23. The most remarkable fact is that she was made straight immediately; for there was something beyond her infirmity to be overcome. Suppose that any person had been diseased of the spine, or of the nerves and muscles for eighteen years, even if the disease which occasioned his being deformed could be entirely removed, what would be the result? Why, that the result of the disease would still remain, for the body would have become set through long continuance in one posture. You have doubtless heard of the fakirs [a] and others in India: a man will hold his hand up for years in pursuance of a vow, but when the years of his penance are over, he cannot bring his hand down: it has become fixed and immovable. In this case the bond which held the poor bent body was taken away, and at the same time the resultant rigidity was removed, and she in a moment stood up straight; this was a double display of miraculous power. Oh my poor tried friend, if the Lord will visit you this morning he will not only take away the first and greatest cause of your sadness, but the very tendency to melancholy shall depart; the long grooves which you have worn shall be smoothed, the ruts in the road of sorrow which you have worn by long continuance in sadness shall be filled up, and you shall be strong in the Lord and in the power of his might.
24. The cure being so perfect, up rose the woman to glorify God. I wish I had been there; I have been wishing so all morning. I should have liked to have seen that hypocritical ruler of the synagogue when he made his angry speech: I should have liked to have seen him when the Master silenced him so thoroughly; but especially I should have rejoiced to have seen this poor woman standing upright, and to have heard her praise the Lord. What did she say? It is not recorded, but we can well imagine. It was something like this: “I have been eighteen years in and out among you; you have seen me, and know what a poor, miserable, wretched object I was; but God has lifted me up all in a moment. Blessed be his name, I have been made straight.” What she spoke with her mouth was not half of what she expressed. No reporter could have taken it down; she spoke with her eyes, she spoke with her hands, she spoke with every limb of her body. I suppose she moved around to see if she was really straight, and to make sure that it was not all a delusion. She must have been all over a living mass of pleasure, and by every movement she praised God from the sole of the foot to the crown of the head. Never was there a more eloquent woman in the universe. She was like one newly born, delivered from a long death, joyous with all the novelty of a fresh life. Well might she glorify God.
25. She made no mistake concerning how the cure was performed; she traced it to a divine power, and that divine power she extolled. Brother, sister, can you not glorify Christ this morning that he has set you free? Though bound so long you need not be bound any longer. Christ is able to deliver you. Trust him, believe him, be made straight, and then go and tell your relatives and acquaintances, “You knew how depressed I was, for you cheered me in my sorrow as best you could, but now I have to tell you what the Lord has done for my soul.”
26. V. Fifthly, let us reflect upon OUR REASON FOR EXPECTING THE LORD JESUS TO DO THE SAME THING TODAY as he did almost two millennia ago.
27. What was his reason for setting this woman free? According to his own statement it was, first of all, human kindness. He says, “When you have your ox, or your donkey tied up, and you see that it is thirsty, you untie the knot, and lead the poor creature away down to the river, or the trough, to water. None of you would leave an ox tied up to famish.” This is good reasoning, and leads us to believe that Jesus will help sorrowing ones. Tried soul, would you not release an ox or a donkey if you saw it suffering? “Indeed,” you say. And do you think the Lord will not release you? Do you have more of a heart of mercy than the Christ of God? Come, come, do not think so basely of my Master. If your heart would lead you to pity a donkey, do you think his heart will not lead him to pity you? He has not forgotten you: he still remembers you. His tender humanity moves him to set you free.
28. More than that, there was special relationship. He tells this master of the synagogue that a man would release his ox or his donkey. Perhaps he might not think it his business to go and release what belonged to another man, but it is his own donkey, his own ox, and he will release him. And do you think, dear heart, that the Lord Jesus will not release you? He bought you with his blood, his Father gave you to him, he has loved you with an everlasting love: will he not release you? You are his property. Do you not know that he sweeps his house to find his lost coin, that he runs over hill and dale to find his lost sheep? And will he not come and release his poor tied up ox or donkey? Will he not liberate his captive daughter? Assuredly he will. Are you a daughter of Abraham, a child of faith, and will he not set you free? Depend upon it he will.
29. Next, there was a point of antagonism which moved the Saviour to act promptly. He says, “This woman being a daughter of Abraham, whom Satan has bound.” Now, if I knew the devil had tied anything up I am sure I would try to release it, would not you? We may be sure some mischief is brewing when the devil is working, and, therefore, it must be a good deed to undo his work. But Jesus Christ came into the world on purpose to destroy the works of the devil; and so when he saw the woman like a tied up ox he said, “I will release her if for nothing else that I may undo what the devil has done.” Now, dear tried friend, inasmuch as your sorrow may be traced to Satanic influence, Jesus Christ will prove in your case more than a match for the devil, and he will set you free.
30. Then think of her sorrowful condition. An ox or a donkey tied up to the manger without water would soon be in a very sad plight. Pity it, poor thing. Hear the lowing of the ox, as hour after hour its thirst tells upon it. Would you not pity it? And do you think the Lord does not pity his poor, tried, tempted, afflicted children? Those tears, shall they fall for nothing? Those sleepless nights, shall they be disregarded? That broken heart which gladly would — but cannot — believe the promise, shall that be denied a hearing for ever? Has the Lord forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up the heart of his mercy? Ah, no, he will remember your sorrowful state and hear your groanings, for he puts your tears into his bottle.
31. Last of all, there was this reason to move the heart of Christ, that she had been eighteen years in that state. “Then,” he said, “she shall be released at once.” The master of the synagogue would have said, “She has been bound for eighteen years, and she may well wait until tomorrow, for it is only one day.” “No,” says Christ, “if she has been bound for eighteen years, she shall not wait another minute; she has had too much of it already; she shall be set free at once.” Do not, therefore, argue from the length of your despondency that it shall not come to an end, but rather argue from it that release is near. The night has been so long, it must be so much nearer the dawning. You have been scourged so long that it must be so much nearer the last stroke, for the Lord does not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men. Therefore take heart and be of good courage. Oh, that my divine Master would now come and do what I gladly would do but cannot, namely, make every child of God here leap for joy.
I know what this being bound by Satan means. The devil has not tied
me up for eighteen years at a stretch, and I do not think he ever
will, but he has brought me into sad bondage many a time. Still, my
Master comes and sets me free, and leads me out to watering: and what
a drink I get at such times! I seem as if I could drink up Jordan at
a draught when I get to his promises, and quaff my fill of his sweet
love. I know by this that he will lead other poor souls out to the
watering; and when he does so to any of you I urge you to drink like
an ox. You may be tied up again; therefore drink as much as you can
of his grace, and rejoice while you may. Eat what is good, and let
your soul delight in richness. Be glad in the Lord, you righteous,
and shout for joy all you who are upright in heart, for the Lord
releases the prisoners. May he release many now. Amen.
[Portions Of Scripture Read Before Sermon — Ps 65 Lu 13:1-17]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Jesus Christ, Deity and Incarnation — Joy At His Coming” 258]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Spirit of the Psalms — Psalm 40” 40]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Contrite Cries — ‘Bless Me, Even Me Also, Oh My Father!’ ” 607]
[a] Fakir: Hindu devotees and naked ascetics. OED.
Jesus Christ, Deity and Incarnation
258 — Joy At His Coming
1 Joy to the world; the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King:
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth; the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ:
While fields, and floods, rocks, hill, and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
Spirit of the Psalms
1 I waited patient for the Lord,
He bow’d to hear my cry;
He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh.
2 He raised me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay,
And from my bonds released my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay.
3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand
In a new thankful song.
4 How many are thy thoughts of love!
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
We have not words nor hours enough,
Their numbers to repeat.
5 When I’m afflicted, poor, and low,
And light and peace depart,
My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
The Christian, Contrite Cries
607 — “Bless Me, Even Me Also, Oh My Father!”
1 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing
Thou art scattering, full and free;
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;
Let some droppings fall on me,
2 Pass me not, oh gracious Father!
Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might’st curse me, but the rather
Let thy mercy light on me,
3 Pass me not, oh tender Saviour!
Let me love and cling to thee;
I am longing for thy favour;
When thou comest, call for me,
4 Pass me not, oh mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus’ merit,
Speak the word of power to me,
5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh forgive and rescue me,
6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,
Blood of God, so rich and free,
Grace of God, so strong and boundless,
Magnify them all in me,
7 Pass me not, this lost one bringing,
Satan’s slave thy child shall be,
All my heart to thee is springing;
Blessing other, oh bless me,
Elizabeth Codner, 1860.