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Our sins make room for a Saviour; our frailties make room for the Holy Spirit to correct them; all our wanderings make room for the good Shepherd, that he may seek us and bring us back.
A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, August 22, 1858, By Pastor C. H. Spurgeon, At The Music Hall, Royal Surrey Gardens.
As your days, so shall your strength be; (Deut 33:25)
1. Beloved, it seems a sad thing that every day must die and be followed by a night. When we have seen the hills clad with verdure to their summit, and the seas washing their base with a silver glory; when we have stretched our eye far away, and have seen the widening prospect full of loveliness and beauty, we have felt sad that the sunlight should ever set upon such a scene, and that so much beauty should be shrouded in the oblivion of darkness. But how much reason have we to bless God for nights! for if it should not be for nights how much of beauty would never be discovered. I should never have considered the heavens, the work of your fingers, oh my God, if you had not first covered the sun with a thick mantle of darkness: the moon and the stars, which you have ordained, would never have been bright in my eyes, if you had not hidden the light of the sun and bidden it retire within the curtains of the west. Night seems to be the great friend of the stars: they must be all unseen by eyes of men, if they had not been set in the foil of darkness. It is even so with winter. We might feel sad, that all the flowers of summer must die, and all the fruits of autumn must be gathered into their storehouse, that every tree must be stripped, and that all the fields must lose their fair flowers. But if it were not for winter we should never see the glistening crystals of the snow; we should never behold the beautiful festoons of the icicles that hang from the eaves. Much of God’s marvellous miracles of hoar frost must have been hidden from us, if it had not been for the cold chill of winter, which, when it robs us of one beauty, gives us another,—when it takes away the emerald of verdure, it gives us the diamond of ice—when it casts from us the bright rubies of the flowers, it gives us the fair white ermine of snow. Well now, translate those two ideas, and you will see why it is that even our sin, our lost and ruined estate, has been made the means, in the hand of God, of showing to us the excellencies of his character. My dear friends, if you and I had been without trouble, we never could have had such a promise as this given to us:—“As your days, so shall your strength be.” It is our weakness that has made room for God to give us such a promise as this. Our sins make room for a Saviour; our frailties make room for the Holy Spirit to correct them; all our wanderings make room for the good Shepherd, that he may seek us and bring us back. We do not love nights, but we do love stars; we do not love weakness, but we do bless God for the promise that is to sustain us in our weakness; we do not admire winter, but we do admire the glittering snow; we must shudder at our own trembling weakness, but we still do bless God that we are weak because it makes room for the display of his own invincible strength in fulfilling such a promise as this.
2. In addressing you this morning, I shall first have to notice the self-weakness which is implied in our text; secondly, I shall come to the great promise of the text; and then I shall try and draw one or two inferences from it, before I conclude.
3. I. First, the SELF-WEAKNESS HINTED AT IN THE TEXT. To keep to my simile, if this promise is like a star, you know that you cannot see the stars in the daytime when we stand here upon the upper land; we must go down a deep well, and then we shall be able to see them. Now, beloved, since this is daytime with our hearts, it will be necessary for us to go down the deep well of old remembrances of our past trials and troubles. We must first have a good idea of the great depth of our own weakness, before we shall be able to behold the brightness of this rich and exceedingly precious promise. A self-sufficient man can no more understand this promise, than a coal heaver can understand Greek: he has never been in a position in which to understand it; he has never learned his own need of another’s strength, and therefore he cannot possibly understand the value of a promise which consists in giving to us a strength beyond our own. Let us for a few minutes consider our own weakness.
4. You children of God, have you not proven your own weakness in the day of duty? The Lord has spoken to you, and he has said, “Son of man, run, and do such and such a thing which I bid you;” and you have gone to do it, but as you have been upon your way, a sense of great responsibility has bowed you down, and you have been ready to turn back even at the outset, and to cry, “Send whoever you wish, but do not send me.” Reinforced by strength, you have gone to the duty, but while performing it, you have at times felt your hands hanging exceedingly heavy, and you have had to look up many a time and cry, “Oh Lord, give me more strength, for without your strength this work must be left undone, I cannot perform it myself.” And when the work has been done, and you have looked back upon it, you have either been filled with amazement that it should have been done at all by so poor and weak a worm as yourself, or else you have been overcome with horror because you have been afraid the work was marred, like the vessel on the potter’s wheel, by reason of your own lack of skilfulness. I confess in my own position, I have a thousand causes to confess my own weakness every day. In preparing for the pulpit how often do we discover our weakness when a hundred texts exhibit themselves, and we do not know which one to choose, and when we have selected our subject, distracting thoughts come in, and when we wish to concentrate our minds upon some holy topic, we find they are carried here and there, driven about like the minds of children by every wind of thought. And when we bow our knees to seek the Lord’s help before we preach, how often our tongue refuses to give utterance to the earnestness of our hearts. And alas! how frequently too is our heart cold when we are about to start a task which requires the heart to be hot like a furnace, and the lip to be burning like a live coal. Here in this pulpit I have often learned my weakness, when words have fled from me, and thoughts have departed too, and when that zeal which I thought would have poured itself forth like a cataract, has trickled forth in unwilling drops like a sullen stream, the source of which almost fails, and which seems itself as if it longed to be dried up and dead. And after preaching, how have I thrown myself upon my bed, and tossed to and fro, groaning because I thought I had failed to deliver my message, and had not preached my Master’s Word as my Master wished to have me preach it. All of you, in your own callings, I dare say, have had enough to prove that. I do not believe a Christian man can examine himself without every day finding that weakness is proven even in the doing of his duty. Your shop, however small, will be enough to prove your weakness to you; your business, however little, your cares, however light, your family, how ever small, will furnish you with enough proofs of the fact: “Without me you can do nothing;” “He who abides in me, and I in him, the same brings forth much fruit: for without me you can do nothing.”
5. But, beloved, we prove our weakness, perhaps more visibly, when we come into the day of suffering. There it is that we are weak indeed. I have sat by the side of those who have been exceedingly sick, and have noted their patience; but I do not know that I ever wondered at the patience of a sick man so much as I do when I am sick myself: then patience is an extraordinary virtue. Women suffer, and suffer well; but I do think there are very few men who could bear the tithe of the suffering that many women endure, without exhibiting a hundred times as much impatience. Most of us who are gifted with strong constitutions, and have very little sickness, have to chasten ourselves, that what little sickness we have to contend with is borne with so little resignation and with so much impatience; that we are so ready to repine, so prepared to bow our heads and wish we were dead, because a little pain is ravaging our body. Here it is that we prove our weakness indeed. Ah! people of God, it is one thing to talk about the furnace; it is another thing to be in it. It is one thing to look at the doctor’s knife, but quite another thing to feel it. You will find it one thing to sip the cup of medicine, but quite another thing to lie in bed a dreary week or month, and to drink on, and on, and on of that nauseating draught. When you are on dry land, most of you are good sailors; out at sea you are vastly different. There is many a man who makes a wonderfully brave soldier until he gets into the battle, and then he wishes himself miles away, and except for his spurs there is no weapon he can use with much advantage. That man has never been sick who does not know his weakness, his lack of patience and of endurance.
6. Again, beloved, there is another thing which will very soon prove our weakness, if neither duty nor suffering will do it—namely, progress. You sit down tomorrow and you read the life of some eminent servant of God: perhaps the life of David Brainard, and how he gave up his life for his Master in the wilderness; or the heroic life of Henry Martin, and how he sacrificed all for Christ: and as you read you say within yourself, “I will endeavour to be like this man; I will seek to have his faith, his self-denial, his love to never dying souls” Try and have them, beloved, and you will soon discover your own weakness. I have sometimes thought I would try to have more faith, but I have found it very hard to keep as much as I had. I have thought, “I will love my Saviour more,” and it was right that I should strive to do so; but when I tried to love him more I found that perhaps I was going backward instead of forward. How often do we find out our weakness when God answers our prayers!
I ask’d the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of his salvation know,
And seek more earnestly his face.
I hop’d that in some favour’d hour
At once he’d answer my request,
And by his love’s constraining power,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
Instead of this he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart,
And let the angry power of hell
Assault my soul in every part.
“Lord, why is this?” I trembling cried,
“Will you pursue your worm to death?”
“It is in this way,” the Lord replied;
“I answer prayer for grace and faith.”
That is, the Lord helps us to grow downward when we are only thinking about growing upward. Let any of you try to grow in grace, and seek to run the heavenly race, and make a little progress, and you will soon find, in such a slippery road as that which we have to travel, that it is very hard to go one step forward, though remarkably easy to go a great many steps backward.
7. If none of these three things will prove your weakness, Christian, I will advise you to try another. See what you are in temptation. I have seen a tree in the forest that seemed to stand firm like a rock, I have stood beneath its widespreading branches, and have tried to shake its trunk, to see if I could, but it stood immovable. The sun shone upon it, and the rain descended, and many a winter’s frost sprinkled its boughs with snow, but it still stood fast and firm. But one night there came a howling wind which swept through the forest, and the tree that seemed to stand so firm lay stretched along the ground, its gaunt arms which once were lifted up to heaven lying hopelessly broken, and the trunk snapped in two. And so I have seen many a strong and mighty professor, and nothing seemed to move him; but I have seen the wind of persecution and temptation come against him, and I have heard him creak with murmuring, and at last have seen him break in apostasy and he has lain along the ground a mournful specimen of what every man must become who does not make the Lord his strength, and who does not rely upon the Most High. “Ah!” one says, “I do not believe I could be tempted to sin.” My friend, it depends upon what kind of temptation it would be. There are many of us who could not be tempted to drunkenness, and others who could not be tempted to lust. If the devil should set before some of you cups of the richest wines that ever came from the vintages from Burgundy or from Xeres, you would not care for them, if you only sipped them it would suffice you; it would be in vain to tempt you with the drunkard’s song; nothing could induce you to lose your equilibrium by intoxicating liquors; but perhaps you are the very man whom a temptation of lust might overthrow. While there are other men whom neither lust nor wine can overcome, who may be led by a prospect of profit into that which is dishonest; and others again, whom neither profit, nor lust, nor wine, would turn aside, may be overthrown by anger, or envy, or malice. We have all our tender points. When Thetis dipped Achilles in the Styx, you remember she held him by the heel; he was made invulnerable wherever the water touched him, but his heel which was not covered with the water, was vulnerable, and there Paris shot his arrow, and he died. It is even so with us. We may think that we are covered with virtue until we are totally invulnerable, but we have a heel somewhere; there is a place where the arrow of the devil can strike: hence the absolute necessity of taking to ourselves “the whole armour of God,” so that there may not be a solitary joint in the harness that shall be unprotected against the arrows of the devil. Satan is very crafty; he knows the ins and outs of manhood. There is many an old castle that has stood against every attack, but at last some traitor from within has gone outside, and said “I know an old deserted passage, a subterranean back way, that has not been used for many a day. In such and such a field you will see an opening; clear away a heap of stones there, and I will lead you down the passage: you will then come to an old door, of which I have the key and I can let you in; and so by a back way I can lead you into the very heart of the citadel, which you may then easily capture.” It is so with Satan. Man does not know himself as well as Satan knows him. There are back ways and subterranean passages into man’s heart which the devil understands well; and he who thinks that he is safe, let him take heed lest he fall. That is not a bad hymn of Dr. Watts, after all, where he tells us that Samson was very strong while he wore his hair, but
Samson, when his hair was lost,
Met the Philistines to his cost:
Shook his vain limbs with vast surprise,
Made feeble fight, and lost his eyes.
The reason was, because there was a back way into Samson’s heart. The Philistines could not overcome him: “Heaps upon heaps, with the jawbone of an ass, have I slain a thousand men.” Come on, Philistines, he will tear you in pieces as he did the young lion; bind him with new bowstrings, and he will snap them as tow; weave his locks with a weaver’s beam, and he will carry away loom and all, and go out like a giant refreshed with new wine. But, oh Delilah, he has a back way to his heart; you have discovered it, and now you can overthrow him. Tremble, for you may yet be overcome! You are as weak as water if God shall leave you alone.
8. Now, I think, if we have well surveyed these different points of our moral standing on earth, every child of God will be ready to confess that he is weak. I imagine there may be some of you ready to say, “Sir, I am nothing.” Then I shall reply, “Ah! you are a young Christian.” There will be others of you who will say, “Sir, I am less than nothing.” And I shall say, “Ah! you are an old Christian;” for the older Christians get, the less they become in their own esteem, the more they feel their own weakness, and the more entirely they rely upon the strength of God.
9. II. Having thus dwelt upon the first point, we shall now come to the second—THE GREAT PROMISE,—“As your days, so shall your strength be.”
10. In the first place, this is a well guaranteed promise. A promise is nothing unless I have good security that it shall be fulfilled. It is in vain for men to make big promises unless their fulfilment shall be just as big as their promise, for the size of their promise is just the size of their deception. But here every word of God is true. God has issued no more notes for the bank of heaven than he can cash in an hour if he wishes. There is enough bullion in the vaults of Omnipotence to pay off every bill that ever could be drawn by the faith of man or the promises of God. Now look at this one—“As your days, so shall your strength be.” Beloved, God has a strong reserve with which to pay off this promise; for is he not himself omnipotent, able to do all things? Believer, until you can drain the ocean of omnipotence dry, until you can break the towering mountains of almighty strength into pieces, you never need to fear. Until your enemy can stop the course of a whirlwind with a reed, until he can twist the hurricane from its path by a word of his puny lip, you do not need to think that the strength of man shall ever be able to overcome the strength which is in you, namely, the strength of God. While the earth’s huge pillars stand, you have enough to make your faith firm. The same God who guides the stars in their courses, who directs the earth in its orbit, who feeds the burning furnace of the sun, and keeps the stars perpetually burning with their fires—the same God has promised to supply your strength. While he is able to do all these things, do not think that he shall be unable to fulfil his own promise. Remember what he did in the days of old, in the former generations. Remember how he spoke and it was done; how he commanded, and it stood fast. Do you not see him in the black eternity? When there was nothing but grim darkness, there he stood—the mighty Craftsman: upon the anvil there he cast a hot mass of flame, and hammering it with his own ponderous arm, each spark that flew from it made a world; there those sparks are glittering now, the offspring of the anvil of the eternal purposes, and the hammer of his own majestic might. And shall he, who created the world, grow weary? Shall he fail? Shall he break his promises for lack of strength? He hangs the world upon nothing; he fixed the pillars of heaven in silver sockets of light, and he hung the golden lamps on it, the sun and the moon; and shall he who did all this be unable to support his children? Shall he be unfaithful to his word for lack of power in his arm or strength in his will? Remember again, your God, who has promised to be your strength, is the God who upholds all things by the power of his hand. Who feeds the ravens? Who supplies the lions? Does not he do it? And how? He opens his hand and supplies the needs of every living thing. He has to do nothing more than simply to open his hand. Who is it that restrains the tempest? Does he not say that he rides upon the wings of the wind, that he makes the clouds his chariots, and holds the water in the hollow of his hand? Shall he fail you? When he has put such a promise as this on record, shall you for a moment indulge the thought that he has out promised himself, and gone beyond his power to fulfil it? Ah! no. Who was it that cut Rahab in pieces, and wounded the dragon? Who divided the Red Sea, and made its waters stand upright as a heap? Who led the people through the wilderness? Who was it that threw Pharaoh into the depths of the sea, his chosen captains also, into the depths of the Red Sea? Who rained fire and brimstone out of heaven upon Sodom and Gomorrah? Who chased out the Canaanite with the hornet, and made a way of escape for his people Israel? Who was it that brought them again from their captivity and settled them again in their own land? Who is he that has put down kings, yes and killed mighty kings, so that he might make room for his people so that they might live in a quiet habitation? Has not the Lord done it: and is his arm shortened that he cannot save: or is his ear heavy that he cannot hear? Oh you who are my God and my strength, I can believe that this promise shall be fulfilled, for the boundless reservoir of your grace can never be exhausted, and the unlimitable storehouse of your strength can never be emptied or rifled by the enemy. It is, then, a well guaranteed promise.
11. But now I want you to notice it is a limited promise. “What!” one says, “limited! Why it says, ‘As your days, so shall your strength be.’” Indeed, it is limited. I know it is unlimited in our troubles, but still it is limited. First, it says our strength is to be as our days are; it does not say our strength is to be as our desires are. Oh! how often have we thought, “How I wish I were as strong as so-and-so”—one who had a great deal of faith. Ah! but then you would have more faith than you needed, and what would be the good of that? It would be like the manna the children of Israel had—if they did not eat it on the same day it bred worms and stank. “Still,” one says, “if I had faith like so-and-so, I think I could do wonders.” Yes, but you would receive the glory for them. That is why God does not let you have the faith, because he does not want you to do wonders. That is reserved for God, not for you,—“Only he does wondrous things.” Once more, it does not say, our strength shall be as our fears. God often leaves us to shift for ourselves with our fears,—never with our troubles. Many of God’s people have a factory at the back of their houses in which they manufacture troubles; and home made troubles, like other home made things, last a very long while, and generally fit very comfortably. Troubles of God’s sending are always suitable—the right sort for our backs; but those that we make for ourselves are the wrong kind, and they always last us longer than God’s; I have known an old lady sit and fret because she believed she would die in a workhouse and she wanted God to give her grace accordingly; but what would have been the good of that, because the Lord meant that she should die in her own quiet bedroom? I have heard of and known men who, being sick, believed they were dying, and wanted grace to die complacently; but God would not give it to them because he intended them to live, and why should he give them dying grace until they came to die? And we have known others who said they wanted grace to endure many troubles which they expected to come upon them. They were going to fail in a week or so, but they did not fail, and it was no wonder they did not have any grace given to carry them through it, because they did not require it. The promise is “As your days, so shall your strength be.” “When your vessel gets empty then I will fill it; I will not give you any extra, over and above. When you are weak then I will make you strong; but I will not give you any extra strength to store up: strength enough to bear your sufferings, and to do your duty; but no strength to outdo your brothers and sisters in order to have the glory for yourselves.” Oh! if we had strength according to our wishes we would all soon be like Jeshurun,—growing fat, and begin to kick against the Most High. Then again, there is another limit. It says “As your days, so shall your strength be.” It does not say, “as your weeks,” or “months,” but “as your days.” You are not going to have Monday’s grace given to you on a Sunday, nor Tuesday’s grace on a Monday. You shall have Monday’s grace given to you on Monday morning as soon as you rise and need it; you shall not have it given to you on Saturday night; you shall have it “day by day”—no more than you need, no less than you require. I do not believe God’s people are to be trusted with a week’s grace all at once. They are like many of our London workmen: they get their wages on Saturday night, and then the rascals go and have Saint Monday and Saint Tuesday, and never do a stroke of work until Wednesday, when they go to the pawnbrokers with their tools to tide them over until the next Saturday night. Now, I think God’s children would do the same. If they had grace given to them on Saturday to last them all through the week, I question whether the devil would not get a good deal of it,—whether they would not be pawning some of their old evidences before the week was out, in order to live upon them: spending all their grace on Monday and Tuesday, spending very much of their strength in indulging in pride and boasting, instead of walking humbly with their God. No, “as your days, so shall your strength be.”
12. Now, having said that the promise is limited, perhaps I am bound to add—what an extensive promise this is! “As your days, so shall your strength be.” Some days are very little things; in our diaries we have very little to write, for there was nothing that happened of any great importance. But some days are very important days. Ah! I have known an important day—a day of great duties, when great things had to be done for God—too great, it seemed, for one man to do; and when the great duty was only half done there came a great trouble, such as my poor heart had never felt before.
13. Oh! what a great day it was! there was a night of lamentation in this place, and the cry of weeping, and of mourning, and of death. Ah! but blessed be God’s name, though the day was full of tempests, and though it swelled with horror, yet as that day was, so was God’s strength. Look at poor Job. What a great day he had once! “Master,” one says, “The oxen were ploughing, and the asses feeding beside them, and the Sabeans fell upon them and took them away.” In comes another and he says, “The fire of God has fallen on the sheep.” “Oh,” another says, “the Chaldeans have fallen upon the camels and taken them away, and I, only I, am left to tell you.” Still, you see, grace kept growing with the day. Still strength grew as the trouble grew. At last comes the back stroke: “A great wind came from the wilderness, and struck the house where your sons and daughters were feasting, and they are dead, and I, only I, am left to tell you.” Grace still kept growing, and at last the grace overflowed the trouble, and the poor old patriarch cried, “The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.” Ah! Job, that was a big day indeed, and it was big grace that went with that big day. Satan sometimes blows up our days with his black breath until they grow to such a cursed height that we do not know how great the days must be. Our head whirls at the thought of passing through such a sea of trouble in such a short a span of time. But oh! how sweet it is to think that the bed of grace is never shorter than a man can stretch himself upon it; nor is the covering of Almighty love ever shorter than that it may cover us. We never need to be afraid. If our troubles should become high as mountains, God’s grace would become like Noah’s flood: it would go twenty cubits higher until the mountains were covered. If God should send to you and to me a day such as there was none like it, neither should be any more, he would send us strength such as there was none like it, neither should there be any more. Do you see Martin Luther riding into Worms? There is a solitary monk going before a great council: he knows they will burn him; did they not burn John Huss, and Jerome of Prague? Both those men had a safe conduct, and it was violated, and they were put to death by Papists, who said that no faith was to be kept with heretics. Luther placed very little reliance on his safe conduct; and you would have expected as he rode into Worms that he would have a dejected countenance. Not so. No sooner does he catch sight of Worms, than some one advises him not to go into the city. He said, “If there were as many devils in Worms as there are tiles on the roofs of the houses, I would enter.” And he does ride in. He goes to the inn, and eats his bread and drinks his beer, as complacently as if he were at his own fireside; and then he goes quietly to bed. When summoned before the council, and asked to retract his opinion, he does not require time to consider, or debate about it; but he says, “These things that I have written are the truth of God, and by them I will stand until I die; so help me God!” The whole assembly trembles, but there is not a flush upon the cheek of the brave monk, nor do his knees knock together. He is in the midst of armed men, and those who seek his blood. There sit fierce cardinals and bloodthirsty bishops and the Pope’s legate; like spiders longing to suck his blood. He cares for none of them; he walks away, and is confident that “God is his refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” “Ah! but,” you say, “I could not do that.” Yes you could, if God called you to do it. Any child of God can do what any other child of God has done, if God gives him the strength. You could not do what you are doing even now, without God’s strength; and you could do ten thousand times more, if he should be pleased to fill you with his might. What an expansive promise this is!
14. Once more, what a varying promise it is! I do not mean that the promise varies but adapts itself to all our changes. “As your days, so shall your strength be.” Here is a fine sunshiny morning; all the world is laughing; everything looks glad; the birds are singing, the trees seem to be all alive with music. “My strength shall be as my day is,” says the pilgrim. Ah! pilgrim, there is a little black cloud gathering. Soon it increases; the flash of lightning wounds the heaven, and it begins to bleed in showers. Pilgrim, “As your days, so shall your strength be.” The birds have stopped singing, and the world has stopped laughing; but “as your days, so shall your strength be.” Now the dark night comes on, and another day approaches—a day of tempest, and whirlwind, and storm. Do you tremble, pilgrim?—“As your days, so shall your strength be.” “But there are robbers in the woods.”—“As your days, so shall your strength be.” “But there are lions which shall devour me.”—“As your days, so shall your strength be.” “But there are rivers: how shall I swim them?” Here is a boat to carry you over: “As your days, so shall your strength be.” “But there are fires: how shall I pass through them?” Here is the garment that will protect you: “As your days, so shall your strength be.” “But there are arrows that fly by day.” Here is your shield: “As your days, so shall your strength be.” “But there is the pestilence that walks in darkness.” Here is your antidote: “As your days, so shall your strength be.” Wherever you may be, and whatever trouble awaits you, “As your days, so shall your strength be.” Children of God, can you not say that this has been true so far? I can. It might seem egotistical if I were to speak of the evidence I have received of this during the past week, but nevertheless I cannot help recording my praise to God. I left this pulpit last Sunday as sick as any man ever left the pulpit, and I left this country too as ill as I could be; but no sooner had I set my foot upon the other shore, where I was to preach the gospel, than my accustomed strength entirely returned to me. I had no sooner buckled on the harness to go out and fight my Master’s battle, than every ache and pain was gone, and all my sickness fled; and as my day was, so certainly was my strength. I believe if I were lying upon a dying couch, if God called me to preach in America, and I had only faith to be carried down to the boat, I would have strength given to me, though I seemed to be dying, to minister as the Lord had appointed me. And so would each of you, wherever you are you would find that as your day was, so your strength should be.
15. And, in conclusion, what a long promise this is! You may live until you are ever so old, but this promise will outlive you. When you come into the depths of the Jordan River, “as your days, so shall your strength be;” you shall have confidence to face the last grim tyrant, and grace to smile even in the jaws of the grave. And when you shall rise again in the terrible morning of the resurrection, “as your days, so shall your strength be:” though the earth is reeling with dismay you shall not know fear; though the heavens are tottering with confusion you shall not know trouble. “As your days, so shall your strength be.” And when you shall see God face to face, though your weakness would be enough to make you die, you shall have strength to bear the beautiful vision: you shall see him face to face, and you shall live; you shall lie in the bosom of your God; immortalized and made full of strength, you shall be able to bear even the brightness of the Most High.
16. III. What INFERENCE shall I draw except this? Children of the living God, be rid of your doubts, be rid of your trouble and your fear. Young Christians, do not be afraid to set out and go forward on the heavenly race. You bashful Christians, that, like Nicodemus, are ashamed to come out and make an open profession, do not be afraid, “As your day is, so shall your strength be.” Why do you need to fear? You are afraid of disgracing your profession, you shall not; your day shall never be more troublesome, or more full of temptation, than your strength shall be full of deliverance.
17. And as for you who do not have God as your own, I must draw one inference for you. Your strength is decaying. You are growing old, and your old age will not be like your youth. You have strength—strength which you prostitute to the cause of Satan, which you misuse in the service of the devil. When you grow old, as you will do, unless your wickedness shall bring you to an early grave; those that look out of the windows must be darkened, and the grasshopper must be a burden to you; and your strength shall not be as your day. And when you come to die, as die you must, then you shall have no strength to die with; you must die alone; you must hear the iron gates creak on their hinges, and no guardian angel to comfort you as you go through the dreary vault. And you must stand at God’s great judgment bar on the day of resurrection, and no one will be there to strengthen you. How will your cheek blanch with terror! How will your soul be frightened with horror when you shall hear it said, “Depart, you cursed, into everlasting fire in hell, prepared for the devil and his angels.” You have no such promise as this to cheer you onward, but you have this to drive you to despair: your days shall become heavier, but your strength shall become lighter; your sorrows shall be multiplied, and your joys shall be diminished; your days shall shorten, and your nights shall lengthen; your summers shall become dimmer and your winters shall become blacker; all your hopes shall die, and your fears shall live. You shall reap the harvest of your sins in the dreadful vintage of eternal wrath. May God give us all grace, so that when days and years are past, we all may meet in heaven. There are some people here whom I have seen a great many times, and I thought they would have been converted by now. I ask them one question, (there are some of them whom I sincerely respect) and it is this—what will you do in the swellings of Jordan? When death shall get hold upon you? What, what will you do then? May God help you to answer and prepare to meet him!
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