337. Sin Slain

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If the story of the world’s sufferings under different tyrants could all be written, there would be no man found who would be capable of reading it.

A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Evening, July 29, 1860, By Pastor C. H. Spurgeon, At New Park Street Chapel, Southwark.

And behold, as Barak pursued Sisera, Jael came out to meet him, and said to him, “Come, and I will show you the man whom you seek.” And when he came to her tent, behold, Sisera lay dead, and the nail was in his temples. (Jud 4:22)

1. If the story of the world’s sufferings under different tyrants could all be written, there would be no man found who would be capable of reading it. I believe that even the despots themselves, who have committed the atrocities to which I refer, would not be sufficiently cold blooded to sit down and read the account of the agonies which their own victims have endured. I have been struck in passing through many lands with the horrible sufferings which in the olden times were endured by the poor at the hands of the rich kings and lords who were their oppressors. In almost every town in which you enter, you either have shown to you the rack, the dark dungeon, the thumbscrew, or the infernal machine, or instruments too horrible to describe—that make one’s blood run cold at the very thought and sight of them. Truly, oh earth, you have been scarred; your back has been ploughed with many a furrow; from your veins have gushed forth plenteous streams of blood, and your sons and your daughters have had to suffer extreme agonies! But oh! my brethren, I speak in sober earnestness when I declare that all the sufferings that have ever been exercised upon man have never been equal to the tyranny which man has brought upon himself—the tyranny of sin. Sin has brought more plagues upon this earth than all the earth’s tyrants. It has brought more pangs and more miseries upon men’s bodies and souls than the craftiest inventions of the most cold blooded and diabolical tormentors. Sin is the world’s great Despot. It is the serpent in whose subtle coils earth’s inhabitants are crushed. It is such a tyranny that no one except those whom God delivers have been able to escape from it. Indeed, such is the tyranny that even they have been only barely saved; and they, when saved, have had to look back and remember the dreadful slavery in which they once existed; they have remembered the wormwood and the gall; and at the remembrance the iron has entered into their souls. We have before us, in this chapter, a picture of the children of Israel attacked by a very wicked and powerful king—Jabin, the king of Canaan. It is only a faint emblem, a very indistinct picture of the oppression which sin exercises upon all mankind—the oppression which our own iniquities continually bring upon us.

2. I want to picture to you tonight, if I can, three acts in a great history—three different pictures illustrating one subject. I trust we have passed through all three of them, many of us; and as we shall look upon them, while I paint them upon the wall, I think there will be many here who will be able to say, “I was in that state once;” and when we come to the last, I hope we shall be able to clap our hands, and rejoice to feel that the last is our case also, and that we are in the plight of the man with a description of whom I shall conclude.

3. First, I shall picture to you the sinner growing uneasy in his bondage and thinking about rebellion against his oppressors; secondly, the sinner putting to rout his sins and seeking their entire destruction; and, thirdly, I shall seek to bring to you that notable picture of the open door, and I shall stand at it and cry to those who are seeking to kill their sins—“Come here, and I will show you the man whom you seek; here he lies—dead; slain by the hammer and the nail; not held in the hand of a woman, but in the hand of the seed of the woman—the man Christ Jesus.”


5. It is said that when a man is born a slave, slavery is not nearly as irksome as when he has once been free. You will have found it, perhaps, in birds and such animals that we keep under our control. If they have never known what it is to fly to and fro in the air from tree to tree, they are happy in the cage; but if, after having once seen the world, and flown in the clear air, they are condemned to live in slavery, they are far less content. This is the case with man—he is born a slave. The child in the cradle is born under sin, and as we grow up we wear our manacles and scarcely know that they are on us. Sin, we say, is second nature, and certainly the evil nature we have received makes the usages of sin seem as if they were not so slavish as they are. Indeed, some men have become so used to their bonds, that they live with no true idea of liberty, and yet think themselves to be free. Indeed, they take the names of freedom, and call themselves libertines, and free thinkers, and free doers, when they are the very worst of slaves, and might hear their chains rattle if they only had ears to hear. Until the Spirit of God comes into the heart—so strange is the use of nature—we live contented in our chains; we walk up and down our dungeon, and think we are at large. We are driven around by our taskmasters, and imagine that we are free. Once let the Spirit of God come into us—once let a word of life and liberty sound in our ears—once let Jehovah Jesus speak, and we begin to be dissatisfied with our condition. Now the chain chafes us; now the fetter feels too small; now we long for a wider march than we had before, and are not content to be fettered for ever to a sinful lust. We begin to have a longing for something better, though we do not know what it is. Now it is that the man begins to find fault with what he at one time thought was so exceedingly excellent. He finds that now the cup which seemed to be all honey has traces of bitter in it; the cane once so sweet and palatable has lost its lusciousness, and he says within himself “I wish I had some nobler food than these swine’s husks; this is not fit food for me.” He does not know that God has begun to kindle in him new life and a more divine nature; but he knows this, that he cannot be content to be what he was before. He frets and chafes like the lion in bonds that longs to range in the forest and wilderness. He cannot endure it. And I say, it is now that the man begins to act. His first action is the action of the children of Israel; he begins to cry to the Lord. Perhaps it is not a prayer, as we use the term in ordinary conversation. He cannot put many words together. It is a sigh—a sigh for something he does not comprehend. It is a groan after something—an indescribable something that he has not seen or felt, but of the existence of which he has some idea. “Oh God,” he says, “deliver me! Oh God, I feel I am not what I should be; I am not what I wish to be; I am discontented with myself.” And if the prayer does not take the actual form of “God be merciful to me a sinner,” yet it means all that, for he seems to say “Lord, I do not know what it is—I know not whether it is mercy or grace, or whatever its name may be; but I want something. I am a slave. I feel it all. Oh that I could be free! Oh that I could be delivered!” The man begins now, you see, to look for something higher than he has seen before. After this prayer comes action; “Now,” says the man, “I must begin to be up and doing something.” And if the Spirit of God is truly dealing with him, he is not content with prayer; he begins to feel that though it is little enough that he can do, yet he can do at least something. He forsakes drunkenness; with one blow he lays that enemy in the dust. Then there is his cursing and his swearing—he tries to overcome that enemy, but the oath comes out when he least expects it. Perhaps it gives him weeks of struggling, but at last that too is overcome. Then come the practices of his trade—these, he feels, hurt his conscience. Here is another chain to be filed off—another rivet to be torn off. He toils, he strives, still crying evermore to God, and at last he is free, and that enemy is overthrown. He is like Barak; the Lord is helping him, and his enemies flee before him. Oh my brethren, I speak from experience now. What a struggle that was which my young heart waged against sin! When God the Holy Spirit first quickened me, I scarcely knew of that strong armour in which my soul could trust. Little did I know of the precious blood which has put my sins away, and drowned them in the seas for ever. But I did know this, that I could not be what I was; that I could not rest happily unless I became something better—something purer than I felt; and oh, how my spirit cried to God with groanings—I say it without any exaggeration—groanings that could not be uttered! and oh! how I sought in my poor dark way to overcome first this sin and then another, and so to do battle in God’s strength against the enemies that assailed me, and not, thank God, altogether without success, though still the battle had been lost unless he had come who is the Overcomer of sin and the Deliverer of his people, and had put the hosts to flight. Have I not some here tonight who are just in this position? They have not come to Mount Zion yet, but are fighting with the Amalekites in the wilderness. They have not come to the blood of sprinkling, but somehow or other—they do not know exactly what condition they are in,—they are fighting uphill against a dreaded something which they wish to overcome. They cannot renounce the struggle; they sometimes fear they will be vanquished in the end. Oh, my brother or sister, I am glad to find the Lord has done so much for you. This is one of the first signs of divine life when we begin to fight against sin.

6. Then courage, brethren! There shall be another picture painted soon, and that shall be your picture too, when you shall be more than a conqueror, through him who has loved you. But I dare say this is not the picture of all here. There are some of you who say you are not slaves, and, therefore, you do not wish to be freed. But I tell you, sirs, if any earthly potentate could command you to do what the devil makes you do, you would think yourselves the most oppressed beings in the world. If there should be a law passed in Parliament, and there should be power to put it into execution, that you should go and sit several hours of the night until midnight, and drink some vile poisonous stuff that would steal away your brains, so that you have to be wheeled home, you would say, “What vile tyranny! to force men to destroy their souls and bodies in that way;” and yet you do it wilfully by yourselves. And of the one blessed day of rest—the only one in seven that we have to rest in—if there were an enactment passed that you would be required to open your shops on that day, and pursue your trade, you would say, “This is a wretched land, to have such tyrants to govern it;” you would declare you would not do it, and yet the devil makes you, and you go and open your shop as greedily as if you would win heaven by your Sunday trade. What slaves do men make of themselves when they most think themselves free! I have seen a man work harder and spend more money in seeking pleasure in that which makes him sick and ill—which makes his eyes red and his whole body feverish—than he would have done if a thousand acts of Parliament had tried to drive him to do so. The devil is indeed a cruel tyrant with his subjects, but he is such a tyrant that they willingly follow him. He rivets on them his chains, and while they think they are going by their own free will, he sits grinning all the while and thinking how when their laughter will change to bitterest tears, they shall no longer be deceived in that dread day in which hell’s fire shall burn up their delusion, and the flames of the pit shall scatter the darkness that has concealed the truth from their eyes. Thus much, then, concerning the first picture—the sinner discontented and going to war with his sins.

7. II. And now we have the second picture—The SINNER HAVING GONE TO WAR WITH HIS OWN SINS, HAS, TO A GREAT EXTANT, BY GOD’S GRACE, OVERCOME THEM; but he feels when this is done, that it is not enough—that external morality will not save the soul. Like Barak, he has conquered Sisera; but, not content with seeing him flee away on his feet, he wants to have his dead body before him. “No,” he says, “it is not enough to vanquish, I must destroy; it is not sufficient to get rid of evil habits, I must overcome the propensity to sin. It is not sufficient to put to flight this sin or the other, I must trample the roots of corruption beneath my feet, that sin itself may be slain.” Note, my dear hearers, that a work of the Spirit is a radical work. If you are content merely to conquer your sins and not to kill them, you may depend upon it, it is the mere work of morality—a surface work—and not the work of the Holy Spirit.

8. Sirs, do not be content with driving out your foes, or they will come back again to haunt you; do not be satisfied with wearing the sheep’s skin; do not be content until your wolfish nature is taken from you, and the nature of the sheep imparted. It is not enough to make the outside of the cup and the platter clean, it must be broken and a new vessel must be given; do not be satisfied with whitewashing the tomb. The crypt must be empty, and where death reigned, life must reign. There is no mistake perhaps more common in these dangerous times than to mistake externals for internals, the outward sign for the inward grace, the painted imitation of morality for the solid jewels of spirituality. Up, Barak! up, you son of Abinoam! you have routed the Sisera of your drunkenness; you have put the hosts of your sins to flight: but this is not enough. Sisera will return to you with twice nine hundred chariots, and you shall yet be overcome. Do not rest content until the blood of your enemy stains the ground, until he is crushed, and dead, and slain. Oh, sinner, I beseech you never be content until grace reigns in your heart, and sin is altogether subdued. Indeed, this is what every renewed soul longs for, and must long for, nor will it rest satisfied until all this shall be accomplished. There was a time when some of us thought we would slay our sins. We wanted to put them to death, and we thought we would drown them in floods of penitence. There was a time, too, when we thought we would starve our sins; we thought we would keep out of temptation, and not go and pander to our lusts, and then they would die; and some of us can remember when we gagged our lusts, when we pinioned their arms, and put their feet in the stocks, and then thought that would deliver us. But oh, brethren, all our ways of putting sin to death were not sufficient; we found the monster was still alive, insatiate for his prey. We might rout his ruffians, but the monster was still our conqueror. We might put to flight our habits, but the nature of sin was still in us, and we could not overcome it. Yet we groaned and cried daily, “Oh wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me from the body of this death?” It is a cry to which we are accustomed even at this day, and which we shall never cease to utter, until we can say of our sins, “They are gone,” and of the very nature of sin, that it has been extinguished, and that we are pure and holy even as when the first Adam came from his Maker’s hands.

9. Well, I have some here, I have no doubt, who are like Barak pursuing after Sisera, but who are fainthearted. You are saying, “My sin can never be forgiven, it is too great, it must escape from me, and, even if it were routed it never could be overcome; I am so great a sinner, a sinner of such a double dye, I must always be a scarlet sinner. I was born in sin, and I have grown up in it; and as the twig is bent the tree is inclined. Who can make straight such a gnarled oak as I am? Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? if so, I, who am accustomed to do evil, may learn to do well.” You begin to think that rivers might sooner run uphill, than you could run to God and righteousness. You are tired of the battle, and ready to lay down your arms and die. But you cannot, you must not go back to be the drunkard and the swearer that you were before, and die in despair of ever overcoming the sin within; nor must you think, “Oh, I have entered upon a fight that is too much for me, I shall yet fall by the hands of my enemy.”

10. III. Come here, I bring you to the third picture. I stand at THE DOOR today, not of a tent, but of a TOMB, and as I stand here I say to the sinner who is anxious to know how his sins may be killed, how his corruption may be slain, “Come, and I will show you the man whom you seek, and when you shall come in, YOU SHALL SEE YOUR SINS LAIN DEAD, AND THE NAILS IN THEIR TEMPLES.”

11. Sinner, the sin you dread is forgiven, you have wept grievously before God, and you have cast yourself on Christ and on Christ alone. In the name of him who is the Eternal God, I assure you that your sins are all forgiven. From the book of God’s remembrance they are blotted out. They are as completely gone as the clouds that floated through the sky last year, and distilled their showers on the ground. Your sins are gone; every one of them; the sin over which you have wept, the sin which caused you many a tear is gone, and is forgiven.

12. Further—do you ask where your sin is? I tell you your sin is gone, so that it never can be recalled. You are so forgiven that your sins can never have a resurrection. The nail is not driven through the hands of your sins, but through their temples. If you should live twice ten thousand years no sin could ever be laid to your charge again if you believe in Christ Jesus. You have no conscience of sin left. “As far as the east is from the west,” so far has he removed your transgressions from you. God has spoken and said,—“Be of good cheer, your sins are forgiven you,” and it is done; no one can reverse the sentence. He has cast your sins into the depths of the sea, and they can never be found again. Indeed, further, sinner, for your peace and comfort, your sins are not only forgiven and killed so that they cannot rise again, but your sins have ceased to be. Their dead bodies, like the body of Moses, are brought where they never can be found. More than this, they do not exist. Again, oh child of God, there does not remain so much as a shadow of sin: “Who shall lay anything to the charge of God’s elect?”—much less prove it against them. What dog can wag his tongue to accuse?—much less, what witness shall rise up to condemn? God has justified you, oh sinner! if you believe; and if you are so justified, you are as much accepted in God’s sight as if you had never sinned. Had your life been blameless and your path been holy even to perfection, you had not been more pure in the eyes of Divine justice than you are tonight if your faith is fixed on the cross of Christ. Right through the brain of all your sins, the hammer has driven the nail of Christ’s grace. The spear that pierced the Saviour’s heart, pierced the heart of your iniquity; the grave in which he was buried was the tomb of all your sins; and his resurrection was the resurrection of your spirit to light and joy unspeakable. “Come, and I will show you the man whom you seek.” This is a refreshing sight, even to the child of God, who has seen it long ago, and it will always be solemn for us to contemplate the sin. It must always be a dreadful spectacle, for an enemy, even when dead, is a ghastly sight. The head of Goliath, even though it makes us smile when it is cut off, is yet the head of a grim monster, and he is a monster even when he is slain. God forbid we should ever glory in sin, but it is a theme for joy to a Christian when he can look upon his sins drowned in the blood of Jesus,

Plunged, as in a shoreless sea;
Lost, as in immensity.

My soul looks back to the days of my youth, and remembers her former transgressions,—she drops a tear of sorrow; she looks to the cross, and sees them all forgiven, and she drops there tears of gratitude. My eye runs along the days of manhood, and observes, with sorrow, innumerable omissions and commissions; but it lights up with a most rapturous smile when I see the flood of Jesus’ blood swelling over the sands of my sins until they are all covered and no eye can see them. Oh! child of God, come and see the man whom you seek, here he lies slain before you. Come and see all your sins for ever dead; do not fear them; weep for them; avoid them in days to come, and remember they are slain. Look at your sins as vanquished foes, and always regard them as being nailed to his cross—to his cross who

Sang the triumph when he rose.

13. But I hear you say, “Well, I have faith enough to believe that my sins are overcome in that way, and that they are conquered and dead in that respect; but oh, sir, as to this body of sin within me—I cannot get it killed, I cannot get it overcome.” Now, when we begin the divine life, we believe that we shall get rid of our old Adam entirely. I know most of you had a notion when you first started in the pilgrimage, that as soon as ever you received grace, depravity would be cast out—did you find it so, brethren? I have heard some preachers laugh at the theory of the two natures. I never answered them, for I dare say they would not have comprehended me if I had tried the experiment; but one thing I know—that the theory of the two natures in a Christian is no theory to me, but a truth which daily proves itself. I cannot say with Ralph Erskine

To good and evil equal bent,
And both a devil and a saint;

but if that is not the truth it is very near to it; it is next door to it; and while on the one hand I am able to see sin perishing within, on the other hand I cannot fail to see the struggle which my soul has to wage against it, and the daily warfare and fightings that necessarily ensue. I know that grace is the stronger principle, and that it must overcome at last; but there are times when the old man seems for a little to get the upper hand—Ishmael prevails, and Isaac is cast to the ground; though this I know, that Isaac has the promise and Ishmael must be driven out. Well, child of God, if you have to look upon the Sisera of your sin still fleeing from you—be of good cheer; it is only the experience of all the people of God. Moreover, there have been many who have said they did not feel this; but, my dear brethren they did feel it, only that they did not use the same language as we do who have felt it. I know one or two good brothers who say they believe in perfection, but I find all the perfection they believe in is the very perfection that I preach. It is perfection in Christ, but they do not believe in perfection in themselves. Nor do I believe that any Christian who reads his own heart for a single day, can indulge the idea of being totally free from the risings of depravity, and the risings of the heart after sin. If there is such, I can only say, “I wish I could change places with you, brother, for it is my hard lot to have wars and fightings day by day, and it seems difficult to say sometimes which way the matter will end, or how the battle will be decided.” Indeed, one could not know it at all except by faith, for sight seems to lead to an opposite opinion. Well, be of good cheer, Christian. Though the old man is not slain in you, as you know personally yet I would have you remember that as you are in Christ, the old man is crucified “Knowing that your old man is crucified with him.” And know this, that the day shall come when the angels shall open wide the door, and you who have been panting after your enemy, like Barak pressing after Sisera, shall hear the welcome Spirit say. “Come, and I will show you the man whom you seek,” and there shall lie your old inbred lusts, and he who is the father of them, old Satan himself, all chained and bound and cast into the lake of fire. Then you will indeed sing to the Lord, “Oh! sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously; his right hand and his holy arm has gotten him the victory.” Until then, brethren, pursue after your sins. Do not spare them, neither great nor small, and God strengthen you that you may fight valiantly, and by his aid utterly overcome them.

14. As for you, poor sinner, whom I recently reminded that you cannot slay your sins, nor work out your salvation, you cannot be your own deliverer. Trust in your Master. Put your soul into the hands of him who is able and willing to preserve and keep it, and to protect it; and see if tonight, you will have nothing to do with yourself, but will give yourself to Christ entirely, then tonight you are saved. What if my Master should give me tonight some fish at the first shaking of the net, and what if some poor sinner should say within himself—

I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin,
  Has like a mountain rose;
I know his courts, I’ll enter in,
  Whatever may oppose.

Come, sinner, come! Indeed, do you say you cannot come? “My sins, my sins!” Come, and I will show you your sins nailed to the cross of Christ. “But I must not come,” one says; “I have so hard a heart.” Come, and I will show you your hard heart dissolved in a bath of divine blood. “Oh! but,” still you say, “I dare not come.” Come, and I will show you those fears of yours lulled into an eternal sleep, and your soul resting on Christ shall never need to fear again, for you shall be his in time, his in life and death, and his in an eternity of bliss.

15. May the Lord add his blessing now, for Jesus’ sake. Amen.

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