630. The Holy Spirit Compared to the Wind

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Jesus made comparisons between the wind and the Holy Spirit. Charles Spurgeon explains some of the similarities.

A Sermon on Sunday Evening, Delivered by C. H. Spurgeon, at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but cannot tell where it comes from, and where it goes. So is every one who is born of the Spirit. (John 3:8)

1. At the present moment, I am not able to enter fully into the subject of the new birth. I am very weary, both in body and mind, and cannot attempt that great and mysterious theme. To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven, and it is not the time to preach upon regeneration when the head is aching, nor to discourse upon the new nature when the mind is distracted. I selected my text with the intention of fixing upon one great illustration, which strikes me just now as being so suggestive, that with divine assistance, I may be able to work it out with profit to you, and ease to myself. I shall endeavour to bring before you the parallel which our Saviour here draws, between the wind and the Holy Spirit. It is a remarkable fact, known I dare say to most of you, that both in the Hebrew and Greek languages the same word is used for spirit and for wind, so that our Saviour as it were rode upon the wings of the wind, while he was instructing the seeking Rabbi in the deep things of God; he caught at the very name of the wind, as a means of fastening a spiritual truth upon the memory of the enquirer, hinting to us that language should be watched by the teacher, so that he may find suitable words, and employ those which will best assist the disciple to comprehend and to retain his teaching. “The wind,” he said, “blows,” and the very same word would have been employed if he had meant to say, “The Spirit blows where he wishes.” There was intended, doubtless, to be a very close and intimate parallel between the Spirit of God and the wind, or otherwise the great ruler of providence, who invisibly controlled the confusion of Babel, would not have fashioned human language so that the same word should stand for both. Language, as well as nature, illustrates the wisdom of God.

2. It is only in his light that we see light: may the Holy Spirit be graciously pleased to reveal himself in his divine operations to all our waiting minds. We are taught in God’s Word that the Holy Spirit comes upon the sons of men, and makes them new creatures. Until he enters them they are “dead in trespasses and sins.” They cannot discern the things of God, because divine truths are spiritual and spiritually discerned, and unrenewed men are carnal, and do not possess the power to search out the deep things of God. The Spirit of God creates the children of God anew, and then in their new born spirituality, they discover and come to understand spiritual things, but not before; and, therefore, my beloved hearers, unless you possess the Spirit, no metaphors however simple can reveal him to you. Let us not mention the name of the Holy Spirit without due honour. For ever blessed may you be, most glorious Spirit, co-equal and co-eternal with the Father and with the Son; let all the angels of God worship you! Be had in honour, world without end!

In What Sense May the Holy Spirit Be Compared to the Wind?

3. I. We will consider IN WHAT SENSE THE HOLY SPIRIT MAY BE COMPARED TO THE WIND.

4. The Spirit of God, to help the spiritually minded in their study of his character and nature condescends to compare himself to dew, fire, oil, water, and other suggestive types; and among the rest, our Saviour uses the metaphor of wind. What was the first thought here except that of mystery? It was the objection on the score of mystery which our Lord was trying to remove from the mind of Nicodemus. Nicodemus in effect said, “I cannot understand it; how can it be? a man born again when he is old, created over again, and that from an invisible agency from above? How can these things be?” Jesus at once directed his attention to the wind, which is none the less real and operative because of its mysterious origin and operation. You cannot tell where the wind comes from: you know it blows from the north or from the west, but at what particular place does that wind start on its course? Where will it pause on its onward flight? You see that it is blowing to the east or to the west, but where is its stopping place? Where did these particles of air come from which rush so rapidly past? Where are they going? By what law are they guided in their course, and where will their journey end? The gale may be blowing due east here, but it may be driving west a hundred miles away. In one district the wind may be rushing from the north, and yet not far from it there may be a strong current from the south. Those who ascend in balloons tell us that they encounter cross currents; one wind blowing in this direction, and another layer of air moving towards an opposite quarter; how is this? If you have watched the skies, you must occasionally have noticed a stream of clouds hurrying to the right, while higher up, another company is sailing to the left. It is a question whether thunder and lightning may not be produced by the friction of two currents of air travelling in different directions; but why is it that this current takes it into its head to go this way, while another heads in quite another direction? Will they meet across each other’s path in regions far away? Are there whirlpools in the air as in the water? Are these eddies, currents, rivers of air, lakes of air? Is the whole atmosphere like the sea, only composed of less dense matter? If so, what is it that stirs up that great deep of air, and bids it to howl in the hurricane, and then constrains it to subside into the calm? The philosopher may scheme some conjecture to prove that the “trade winds” blow at certain intervals because of the sun crossing the equator at those periods, and that there must necessarily be a current of air going towards the equator because of the low pressure created; but he cannot tell you why the weathercock on that church steeple turned this morning from southwest to due east. He cannot tell me why it is that the sailor finds that his sails are at one time filled with wind, and in a few minutes they fall loosely down, so that he must steer upon another tack if he wishes to make headway. The various motions of the air remain a mystery to all except the infinite Jehovah. My brethren, the similar mystery is observed in the work of the Spirit of God. His person and work are not to be comprehended by the mind of man. He may be here tonight, but you cannot see him: he speaks to one heart, but others cannot hear his voice. He is not recognisable by the unrefined senses of the unregenerate. The spiritual man discerns him, feels him, hears him, and delights in him, but neither wit nor learning can lead a man into the secret. The believer is often bowed down with the weight of the Spirit’s glory, or lifted up upon the wings of his majesty; but even he does not know how these feelings are caused in him. The fire of holy life is at times gently fanned with the soft breath of divine comfort, or the deep sea of spiritual existence stirred with the mighty blast of the Spirit’s rebuke; but still it is always a mystery how the eternal God comes into contact with the finite mind of his creature man, filling all heaven meanwhile, and yet dwelling in a human body as in a temple—occupying all space, and yet operating upon the will, the judgment, the mind of the poor insignificant creature called man. We may enquire, but who can answer us? We may search, but who shall lead us into the hidden things of the Most High? He brooded over chaos and produced order, but who shall tell us how he did it? He overshadowed the Virgin and prepared a body for the Son of God, but who shall dare to pry into this secret? His is the anointing, sealing, comforting, and sanctifying of the saints, but how does he do all these things? He makes intercession for us according to the will of God, he indwells us and leads us into all truth, but who among us can explain to his companion the order of the divine working? Though veiled from human eye like the glory which shone between the cherubim, we believe in the Holy Spirit, and therefore see him; but if our faith needed sight to sustain it, we would never believe at all.

5. Mystery is far from being all which the Saviour would teach by this simile. Surely he meant to show us that the operations of the Spirit are like the wind for divinity. Who can create a wind? The most ambitious of human princes would scarcely attempt to turn, much less to send forth the wind. These steeds of the storm do not know any bit or bridle, neither will they come at any man’s bidding. Let our senators do what they wish, they will scarcely have the madness to legislate the winds. Old Boreas,1 as the heathens called him, is not to be bound with chains and welded on an earthly anvil, or in the forge of Vulcan. “The wind blows where it wishes”; and it does so because God directs it and does not allow it to stop for man, nor to wait for the sons of men. So with the Spirit of God. All the true operations of the Spirit are due in no sense whatever to man, but always to God and to his sovereign will. Revivalists may stir up excitement with the best intentions, and may warm peoples’ hearts until they begin to cry out, but all this ends in nothing unless it is divine work. Have I not said scores of times in this pulpit, “All that is of nature’s spinning, must be unravelled?” Every particle which nature puts upon the foundation will turn out to be only “wood, hay, and stubble,” and will be consumed. It is only “the gold, the silver, and the precious stones” of God’s building that will stand the fiery test. “You must be born again from above,” for human regenerations are a lie. You may blow with your mouth and produce some trifling effects upon trifles as light as air; man in his zeal may set the windmills of silly minds in motion; but, truly, to stir men’s hearts with substantial and eternal verities, needs a celestial breeze, such as the Lord alone can send.

6. Did our Lord also not intend to hint at the sovereignty of the Spirit’s work? For what other reason did he say, “The wind blows where it wishes?” There is an arbitrariness about the wind, it does just as it pleases, and the laws which regulate its changes are unknown to man. “Free as the wind,” we say,—“the wild winds.” So is the mighty working of God. It is a very solemn thought, and one which should tend to make us humble before the Lord—that we are, as to the matter of salvation, entirely in his hand! If I have a moth in my hand tonight, I can bruise its wings, or I can crush it at my will, and by no attempts of its own can it escape from me. And every sinner is absolutely in the hand of God, and, let him remember, he is in the hand of an angry God, too. The only comfort is, that he is in the hand of a God who for Jesus’ sake, delights to have mercy upon even the vilest of the vile. Sinner, God can give you the Holy Spirit if he wishes; but if he should say, “Let him alone,” your fate is sealed; your damnation is sure. It is a thought which some would say is “enough to freeze all energy.” Beloved, I wish that it would freeze the energy of the flesh, and make the flesh become dead in the sense of powerlessness; for God never truly begins to show his might until we have seen an end of all human power. I tell you, sinner, you are as dead concerning spiritual things as the corpse that is laid in its coffin, indeed, as the corpse that is rotting in its grave, and has become like Lazarus in the tomb, stinking and offensive. There is a voice that can call you forth out of your sepulchre, but if that voice does not come, remember where you are—justly damned, justly ruined, justly cut off for ever from all hope. What do you say? Do you tremble about this? Do you cry, “Oh God! have pity upon me?” He will hear your cry, sinner, for there never yet was a sincere cry that went up to heaven, although it was ever so feeble, which received an answer of peace. When one of the old saints lay dying, he could only say, “Oh Lord, I trust you languida fide” with a languid faith. That is poor work, but, oh! it is safe work. You can only trust Christ with a feeble faith; if it is such a poor trembling faith that it does not grip him, but only touches the hem of his garment, it nevertheless saves you. If you can look at him, although it is only a great way off, yet it saves you. And, oh what a comfort this is, that you are still on pleading terms with him and in a place of hope. “Whoever believes is not condemned.” But, oh, do not trifle with the day of grace, lest having frequently heard the warning, and hardened your neck just as often, you should “suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy”; for if he shuts you out, no one can bid you to come in; if he puts the iron bar across the door, you are shut out in the darkness of obstinacy, obduracy, and despair for ever, the victim of your own delusions. Sinner, if God saves you; he shall have all the glory, for he has a right to do as he wishes, for he says, “I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion.”

7. But still I think I have not yet brought out what is in the text. Do you not think that the text was intended to show the varied methods in which the Spirit of God works in the conversion and regeneration of men? “The wind blows where it wishes.” Now, observe the different force of the wind. This afternoon the wind seemed as if it would tear up every tree, and doubtless, had they been in leaf, many of those noble princes of the forest must have stretched themselves prone upon the earth; but God takes care that in these times of boisterous gales there should be no leaf, and therefore the wind gets very little leverage with which to uproot a tree. But the wind does not always blow as it did this afternoon. On a summer’s evening there is such a gentle zephyr that even the gnats who have been arranging a dance among themselves are not disturbed, but keep to their proper places. Yes, the aspen seems as if it could be quiet, although you know it is for ever quivering, according to the old legend, that it was the tree on which the Saviour hung, and therefore trembles still as though through fear of the sin which came upon it. It is only a legend. There are times when all is still and calm, when everything is quiet, and you can scarcely detect the wind at all. Now, it is just so with the Spirit of God. To some of us he came like a “rushing mighty wind.” Oh, what tearings of soul there were then! My spirit was like a sea tossed up into tremendous waves; made, as Job says, “To boil like a pot,” until one would think the deep was hoary. Oh, how that wind came crashing through my soul, and every hope I had was bowed as the trees of the forest in the tempest. Read the story of John Bunyan’s conversion: it was just the same. Turn to Martin Luther: you find his conversion to be similar. So might I mention hundreds of biographies in which the Spirit of God came like a tornado sweeping everything before it, and the men could only feel that God was in the whirlwind. To others he comes so gently, they cannot tell when the Spirit of God first came. They remember that night when mother prayed so with brothers and sisters, and when they could not sleep for hours, because the big tears stood in their eyes on account of sin. They remember the Sunday School and the teacher there. They remember that earnest minister. They cannot say exactly when they gave their hearts to God, and they cannot tell about any violent convictions. They are often comforted by that text, “One thing I know, whereas I was blind, now I see”; but they cannot get any farther: they sometimes wish they could. Well, they need not wish it, for the Spirit of God, as a sovereign, will always choose his own way of operation; and if it is only the wind of the Holy Spirit, remember it is as saving in its gentleness as in its terror, and is as efficient to make us new creatures when it comes with the zephyr’s breath as when it comes with the hurricane’s force. Do not quarrel with God’s way of saving you. If you are brought to the cross be thankful for it, Christ will not care how you got there. If you can say “He is all my salvation, and all my desire,” you never came to that without the Spirit of God bringing you to it. Do not therefore think you came the wrong way, for that is impossible.

8. Again, the wind not only differs in force, but it differs in direction. We have been saying several times the wind is always shifting. Perhaps there never were two winds that blew exactly in the same direction. I mean that if we had power to detect the minute points of the compass, there would be found some deviation in every current, although, of course, for all practical purposes, it blows from certain distinct points which the mariner defines. Now, the Spirit of God comes from different directions. You know very well, dear friends, that sometimes the Spirit of God will blow with mighty force from one denomination of Christians; then suddenly they seem to be left, and God will raise up another body of Christians, fill them with himself, and qualify them for usefulness. In the days of Wesley and Whitfield, there was very little of the divine Spirit anywhere, except among the Methodists. I am sure they do not have a monopoly on him now. The divine Spirit blows also from other quarters. Sometimes he uses one man, sometimes another. We hear of a revival in the North of Ireland, by and by it is in the South of Scotland. It comes just as God wishes, for direction; and you know, too, dear friends, it comes through different instrumentalities in the same Church. Sometimes the wind blows from this pulpit: God blesses me to your conversion. Another time it is from my good sister, Mrs. Bartlett’s class; on a third occasion it is the Sunday School; again, it may be another class, or the preaching of the young men, or from the individual exertion of private believers. God causes that wind to blow just whichever way he wishes. He works also through different texts of Scripture. You were converted and blessed under one text: it was quite another that was made useful to me. Some of you were brought to Christ by terrors, others of you by love, by sweet wooing words. The wind blows as God directs. Now, dear friends, whenever you read a religions biography, do not sit down and say, “Now I will see whether I am just like this person.” Nonsense! God never repeats himself. Men make steel pens—thousands of grosses of them—all alike, but I will be bound to say that in quills from the common, there are no two of them precisely the same. If you look, you will soon discover that they differ in a variety of ways. Certain gardeners cut their trees into the shape of cheeses and a number of unnatural forms, but God’s trees do not grow that way, they grow just anyway at all—gnarl their roots and twist their branches. Great painters do not continually paint the same picture again, and again, and again, and my Divine Master never puts his brush on the canvas to produce the same picture twice. Every Christian is a distinct work of grace on God’s part, which has in it some originality, some portion distinct from all others. I do not believe in trying to make all history uniform. It is said that Richard III had a humpback. Whether he really was deformed, or whether history gave him the humpback, I cannot tell, but it is said, that all his courtiers thought it was the most beautiful humpback that ever was seen, and they all began to grow humpbacks too; and I have known ministers who had some particular idiosyncrasy of experience which was nothing better than a spiritual humpback; but their people all began to have humpbacks too—to think and talk all in the same way, and to have the same doubts and fears. Now that will not do. It is not the way in which the Most High acts with regard to the wind, and if he chooses to take all the points of the compass, and make use of them all, let us bless and glorify his name. Are not the different winds various in their qualities? Few of us like an east wind. Most of us are very glad when the wind blows from the south. Vegetation seems to love much the southwest. A stiff northeaster is enough to make us perish; and long continuance of the north, may well freeze the whole earth; while from the west, the wind seems to come laden with health from the deep blue sea; and although sometimes too strong for the sick, yet it is never a bad time when the west wind blows. The ancients all had their different opinions about wind; some were dry, some were rainy, some affected this disease, some touched this part of men, some the other. It is certain that God’s Holy Spirit has different qualities. In the Canticles he blows softly with the sweet breath of love: read on farther, and you find that same Spirit blowing fiercely with threatening and denunciation; sometimes you find him convicting the world “of sin, of righteousness, of judgment,” that is the north wind; at other times revealing Christ to the sinner, and giving him joy and comfort; that is the south wind, that blows softly, and gives a balminess in which poor troubled hearts rejoice; and yet “the very same Spirit does all these works.”

9. Indeed, my subject is all but endless, and therefore I must stop. But even in the matter of duration you know how the wind will sometimes blow six weeks in this direction, and, again, continue in another direction. And the Spirit of God does not always work with us: he does as he pleases; he comes, and he goes. We may be in a happy hallowed mood at one time, and at another we may have to cry, “Come from the four winds, oh breath!”

The Parallel Between the Holy Spirit and the Effects of the Wind

10. II. We will consider in the second place, THE PARALLEL BETWEEN THE HOLY SPIRIT AND THE EFFECTS OF THE WIND.

11. “You hear its sound.” Ah, that we do! The wind sometimes wails as if you could hear the cry of mariners far out at sea, or the moanings of the widows who must weep for them. And, oh! the Spirit of God sets men wailing with an exceedingly bitter cry for sin, as one who is in sorrow for his firstborn, “You hear its sound.” Oh, it is a blessed sound, that wailing! Angels rejoice over “one sinner who repents.” Then comes the wind at another time with a triumphant sound, and if there is an Aeolian harp in the window, how it swells, sweeps, descends, then rises again, gives all the tones of music, and makes the air glad with its jubilant notes. So with the Holy Spirit; sometimes he gives us faith, makes us bold, full of assurance, confidence, joy and peace in believing. “You hear the sound” of a full diapason of the Holy Spirit’s mighty melody within the soul of man, filling him with peace and joy, and rest, and love. Sometimes the wind comes, too, with another sound as though it were contending. You heard it, perhaps, this afternoon. We who are out in the country hear it more than you do in the city: it is as though giants were struggling in the sky together. It seems as if two seas of air, both lashed to fury, met, and dashed against some unseen cliffs with a terrible uproar. The Spirit of God comes into the soul sometimes, and makes great contention with the flesh. Oh, what a stern striving there is against unbelief, against lust, against pride, against every evil thing.

12. “You hear its sound.” You who know what divine experience means, you know when to go forth to fight your sins. When you can hear “the sound of marching in the tops of the mulberry trees,” then you do bestir yourself to strike your sins. Sometimes the wind comes with a sweep as though it were going on for ever. It came past, and dashed through the trees, sweeping away the rotten branches, then away across the Alps, dashing down an avalanche in its course, still onward; and as it flew, it carried away everything that was frail and weak, and on, on, on it sped its way to some unknown goal. And thus it is sometimes the Spirit of God will come right through us, as if he were bearing us away to that spiritual heritage which is our sure future destiny—bearing away coldness, barrenness, everything before it. We do not lament then that we do not pray, we do not believe that we cannot pray; but “I can do everything,” is our joyful shout as we are carried on the wings of the wind. “You hear its sound.” I hope you have heard it sometimes in all its powerful, overwhelming, mighty influence, until your soul has been blown away. “You hear its sound.”

13. But then the wind does something more than make a sound; and so does the Holy Spirit. It WORKS and produces obvious results. Just think what the wind is doing tonight. I cannot tell at what pitch it may be now. It is just possible that in some part of the ocean a vessel runs swiftly before the gale with almost bare masts; the mariners do their best to reef the sails: away she goes: now the mast is gone: they do their best to bear up, but they find that in the teeth of the gale they cannot stand; the ship dashes on the rocks, and she is wrecked. And, oh! the Spirit of God is a great wrecker of false hopes and carnal confidences. I have seen the Spirit of God come to a sinner like a storm to a ship at sea. He had to take down the top gallants of his pride, and then every thread of carnal confidence had to be reefed, and then his hope itself had to be cut away; and on, on the vessel went, until she struck a rock, and down she went. The man from that time never dared trust in his merits, for he had seen his merits wrecked and broken in pieces by the wind. The wind, too, remember, is a great leveller. It always aims at everything that is high. If you are down low in the street, you escape its fury; but climb to the top of the Monument,2 or St. Paul’s, and see whether you do not feel it. Get into the valley, it is all right. The lower branches of the trees are scarcely moved, but the top branches are rocked to and fro by it. It is a great leveller; so is the Holy Spirit. He never sees a man high but he brings him down. He makes every high thought bow before the majesty of his might; and if you have any high thought tonight, rest assured that when the Spirit of God comes, he will lay it low, even with the ground. Now, do not let this make you fear the Holy Spirit. It is a blessed thing to be rocked so as to have our hopes tested, and it is a precious thing to have our carnal confidences shaken. And how blessedly the wind purifies the atmosphere! In the Swiss valleys there is a heaviness in the air which makes the inhabitants unhealthy. They take quinine, and you see them going about with big swellings in their necks. From Martigny to Bretagne, there is a large valley in which you will see hundreds of diseased people. The reason is, that the air does not circulate. They are breathing the same air, or some of it, that their fathers breathed before them. There seems to be no ventilation between the two parts of the giant Alps, and the air never circulates; but if they have a great storm which sweeps through the valleys, it is a great blessing for the people. And so the Spirit of God comes and cleanses out our evil thoughts and vain imaginations, and although we do not like the hurricane, yet it brings spiritual health to our soul.

14. Again the wind is a great trier of the nature of things. Here comes a great rushing up the street, it sweeps over the heaps of rubbish lying in the road, away goes all the light chaff, paper, and other things which have no weight in them; they cannot stand the brunt of its whirling power; but see, the pieces of iron, the stones, and all weighty things are left unmoved. In the country you will often see the farmer severing the chaff from the wheat by throwing it up into a current of air, and the light husks all blow away, while the heavy wheat sinks on the heap, cleansed and purified. So is the Holy Spirit the great testing power, and the result of his operations will be to show men what they are. Here is a hypocrite, he has passed muster so far, and considers himself to be a true and genuine man, but there comes a blast from heaven’s mighty Spirit, and he finds himself to be lighter than vanity: he has no weight in him, he is driven on and has no rest, can find no peace, he hurries from one refuge of lies to another. “There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.” Thus also we try the doctrines of men, we bring the breath of inspiration to bear upon them: do they abide the test, or are they driven away? Can you hold that truth in the presence of God? Can you cling to it and find it stable in the hour of trial? Is it a nice pleasant speculation for a sunny day when all is calm and bright, or will it bear the rough rude blast of adversity, when God’s Holy Spirit is purifying you with his healthful influence? True Christians and sound doctrines have ballast and weight in them, they are not moved nor driven away, but empty professors and hollow dogmas are scattered like chaff before the wind when the Lord shall blow upon them with the breath of his Spirit. Examine yourselves therefore, try the doctrines and see if they are from God. “‘What is the chaff to the wheat?’ says the Lord.” Have root in yourselves, then you will not wither in the hot blast, nor be driven away in the tempestuous day.

15. Is not the Spirit moreover like the wind in its developing of character. See the dust is lying all over the picture, you cannot see the fair features of the beautiful sketch beneath; blow off the dust, and the fine colours will be seen, and once more the skill of the painter will be admired. Have you never noticed some piece of fine mosaic, or perhaps some well cut engraving on metal, all hidden, and the fine lines filled up with dust? You have blown off the accumulation, and then you could admire the work. So does the Spirit of God. Men get all covered with dust in time hot dusty roadside of life until they are nearly the colour of the earth itself; but they come to the hilltop of Calvary, and here they stand until the wind of heaven has cleansed them from all the dust that has gathered on their garments. Oh, there is nothing like communion with the Spirit of God to counteract the earthly tendencies of a business life. There are some men who get covered with a yellow dust, until they are almost hidden by it; they can speak of nothing else but money. Gold, gold, gold, is getting to occupy nearly every thought now. I have no quarrel with money in its right place, but I do not like to see men living for it. I always try to drive away that mean and grovelling spirit which lives for nothing else except to accumulate money, but I cannot always succeed. Now the Spirit of God will make a man see his folly and put his money into its right position, and place the graces of the Christian character where men can see them and glorify God in them. Never let your business character or professional skill dim and hide your Christianity. If you do, God’s Spirit will come to brighten you up, and he will have no mercy on these, but will, in love for your soul, cleanse and give lustre to God’s work which is worked in you. I have also noticed how helpful the wind is to all who choose to avail themselves of it. In Lincolnshire, where the country is flat and below the level of the sea, they are obliged to drain the land by means of windmills, and hundreds of them may be seen pumping up the water in order to drain the land of the excess of moisture. In many parts of the country nearly all the wheat and grain is ground by means of the wind. If it was not then for the wind, the inhabitants would be put to great inconvenience. The Spirit of God is thus also a mighty helper to all who will avail themselves of his influences. You are inundated with sin, a flood of iniquity comes in; you can never bale out the torrent, but with the help of God’s Spirit it can be done. He will so assist, that you shall see the flood gradually descending and your heart once more purified. You always need to ask his help; fresh sin, like falling showers, will be poured into you by every passing day, and you will need a continuous power to cast it out; you may have it in God’s Spirit; he will with ceaseless energy help you to combat against sin, and make you more than a conqueror. Or, on the other hand, if you need some power to break up and prepare for you your spiritual food, you will find no better help than what God’s Spirit can give. In Eastern countries they grind grain by the hand, two sitting at a small stone mill; but it is a poor affair at best; so are our own vain attempts to prepare the bread of heaven for ourselves. We shall only get a little, and that little poorly ground. Commentators are good in their way, but give me the teaching of the Holy Spirit. He makes the passage clear and gives me the finest of the wheat to eat. How often we have found our utter inability to understand some part of divine truth; we asked some of God’s people and they helped us a little, but after all, we were not satisfied until we took it to the throne of heavenly grace, and implored the teachings of the blessed Spirit; then how sweetly it was opened to us; we could eat of it spiritually. It was no longer husk and shell, hard to be understood; it was as bread to us, and we could eat to the full. Brethren, we must make more use of the wisdom which comes from above, for the Spirit like the wind, is open to us all, to employ for our own personal benefit. I see also here a thought concerning the co-operation of man and the Spirit in all Christian work. It has pleased God to make us co-workers with him, fellow labourers, both in the matter of our own salvation, and also in the effort to benefit others. Look for a moment at that stately ship, she does not move because of her sails, but she would not reach the desired haven without them. It is the wind which propels her forward; but the wind would not act upon her as it does, unless she had the rigging all fixed, her masts standing, and her sails all set to catch the passing breeze. But now that human seamanship has done its best, see how she flies! She will soon reach her haven with such a favouring gale as that. You have only to stand still and see how the wind bears her on like a lively thing. And so it is with the human heart. When the Spirit comes to the soul that is ready to receive such influences, then he helps you on to Christian grace and Christian work, and makes you bear up through all opposition, until you come to the port of peace, and can anchor safely there. Without him we can do nothing: without us he will not work. We are to preach the gospel to every creature, and while one plants, and another waters, God adds the increase. We are to work out our own salvation, but he works in us to will and to do his own good pleasure. We must go up to possess the goodly land with our own spear and sword; but the hornet goes before us to drive out the foe. Jericho shall be captured by a divine and miraculous interference, but even there rams’ horns shall find a work to do, and must be employed. The host of Midian shall be slain, but our cry is, “The sword of the Lord and of Gideon.” We give God all the glory, nevertheless we use the means. The water of Jordan must he sought out, and used by all who desire a cleansing like Naaman the Syrian. A lump of figs must be used if other Hezekiahs are to be healed; but the Spirit is, after all, the great Cleanser and Healer of his people Israel. The lesson is clear to all: the wind turns mills that men make; fills sails that human hands have spread; and the Spirit blesses human effort, crowns our labours with success, establishes the work of our hands upon us, and teaches all through, that “the hand of the diligent makes rich”; but “if a man will not work, neither shall be eat.”

16. Another thought suggests itself to my mind in connection with the wind and human effort; it is this: How completely dependent men are upon the wind for what it does for them. They are entirely at its mercy concerning its time of blowing, its strength, and the direction it will take. I have already dwelt upon this thought of the sovereignty of the wind, but it comes up here in a more practical form. The steamer now can steer almost anywhere they please, and at all times it will proceed on its voyage; but the sailing ship must tack according to the wind, and when becalmed must wait for the breeze to spring up. The water mill and steam mill can be worked night and day, but the windmill must abide by the wind’s times of blowing, and must turn around its arms to catch the direction of the current of air. Similarity we are compelled to await the pleasure of the Spirit. There is no reservoir of water which we can turn on when we wish, and work as we please. We would forget God far more than we do now if that were the case. The sailor who is depending on the wind, anxiously looks up to the masthead to see how the breeze is shifting and turning around the vane; and he scans the heavens to see what weather he is likely to have. He would not need to care nearly so much as he does now that he is absolutely dependent on the wind if he had steam power, to sail in the very teeth of the storm if he so wished. God, then, keeps us looking up to heaven by making us to be completely at his mercy concerning the times and ways of giving us his helping power. It is a blessed thing to wait on God, watching for his hand and in quiet contentment leaving all to him. Brethren, let us do our part faithfully, spread every sail, make all as perfect as human skill and wisdom can direct, and then in patient continuance in well doing, await the Spirit’s propitious gales, neither murmuring because he tarries, nor be taken unawares when he comes upon us in his sovereign pleasure to do what seems good in his sight.

17. Now, tonight I have only given you some hints on this subject: you can work it out for yourselves. As you hear the wind you may get more sermons out of it than I can give you just now. The thing is perfectly inexhaustible; and I think the business of the minister is not to say all that can be said about the subject. Someone remarked concerning a certain minister, that he was a most unfair preacher, because he always exhausted the subject and left nothing for anyone else to say. That will never be said of me, and I would rather that it should not. A minister should suggest germs of thought, open up new ways, and present, if possible, the truth in such a method as to lead men to understand that the half is not told them.

18. And now, my dear hearer, whether you listen often to my voice, or have now stepped in for the first time I would like to ring this in your ear, “Do you know the Spirit of God?” If you do not have the Spirit, you are not his. “You must be born again.” “What, Lord—‘must?’ Do you not mean ‘may?’” No, you must. “Does it not mean, ‘You can be?’” No, you must. When a man says, “must,” it all depends upon who he is. When God says, “must,” there it stands, and it cannot be questioned. There are the flames of hell: do you wish to escape from them? You must be born again. There are heaven’s glories sparkling in their own light, do you wish to enjoy them?—you must be born again. There is the peace and joy of a believer, do you wish to have it?—you must he born again. What, not a crumb from off the table without this? No, not one. Not a drop of water to cool your burning tongues unless you are born again. This is the one condition that never moves. God never alters it, and never will. You must, must, MUST. Which shall it be? Shall your will stand, or God’s will? Oh, let God’s “must” ride right over you, and bow yourselves down, and say, “Lord, I must, then I will; ah! and it has come to this—I must tonight.

‘Give me Christ, or else I die.’

I have hold of the knocker of the door of your mercy, and I must, I WILL get that door open. I will never let you go unless you bless me. You say must, Lord, and I say must too.”

19. “You must, you must be born again.” May God fulfil the “must” in each of your cases, for Jesus Christ’s sake. Amen.

[Portion of Scripture Read Before Sermon—John 3]

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Footnotes

  1. Boreas: The Greek god of the North Wind who lived in Thrace. OED.
  2. The Monument to the Great Fire of London, more commonly known as The Monument, is a 202 ft tall stone Roman doric column in the City of London, near to the northern end of London Bridge. It is located at the junction of Monument Street and Fish Street Hill, 202 ft from where the Great Fire of London started in 1666. It is possible to reach the top of the monument by climbing up the narrow winding staircase of 311 steps. A cage was added in the mid-19th century at the top of the Monument to prevent people jumping off, after six people had committed suicide between 1788 and 1842. See Explorer “http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monument_to_the_Great_Fire_of_London”

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