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The Angel’s Christmas Song by C. H. Spurgeon

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace, good will toward men.”—Luke 2:14

It is superstitious to worship angels; it is but proper to love them.  Although it would be a high sin, and an act of misdemeanor against the Sovereign Court of Heaven to pay the slightest adoration to the mightiest angel, yet it would be un­kind and unseemly, if we did not give to holy angels a place in our heart’s warmest love.  In fact, he that contemplates the character of angels, and marks their many deeds of sympathy with men, and kindness towards them, cannot resist the impulse of his nature—the impulse of love towards them.  The one incident in angelic his­tory, to which our text refers, is enough to weld our hearts to them forever.  How free from envy the angels were!  Christ did not come from heaven to save their peers when the fell.  When Satan, the mighty angel, dragged with him a third part of the stars of heaven, Christ did not stoop from his throne to die for them; but he left them to be reserved in chains and darkness until the last great day.  Yet angels did not envy men.  Though they remembered that he took not up angels, yet they did not murmur when he took up the seed of Abraham; and though the blessed Master had never condescended to take the angers form, they did not think it beneath them to express their joy when they found him arrayed in the body of an infant.

They sang the story out, for they could not tell it in heavy prose.  They sang, “Glory to God on high, and on earth peace, good will towards men.”  Methinks, they sang it with gladness in their eyes; with their hearts burning with love, and with breasts as full of joy as if the good news to man had been good news to themselves.  And, verily, it was good news to them, for the heart of sympathy makes good news to others, good news to itself!  Do you not love the angels?  Ye will not bow before them, and there ye are right; but will ye not love them?

The angels sang something which men could understand—something which men ought to understand—something which will make men much better if they will understand it.  The angels were singing about Jesus who was born in the manger.  We must look upon their song as being built upon this foundation.  They sang of Christ and the salvation which he came into this world to work out.  And what they said of this salvation was this: they said, first, that it gave glory to God; secondly, that it gave peace to man; and, thirdly, that it was a token of God’s good will towards the human race.

1. 1. First, they said that this salvation gave glory to God.

They had been present on many august occasions, and they had joined in many a solemn chorus to the praise of their Almighty Creator.  They were present at the creation: “The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.”  They had seen many a planet fashioned between the palms of Jehovah, and wheeled by his eternal hands through the infinitude of space.  They had sung solemn songs over many a world which the Great One had created.

I doubt not, too, that their songs had gathered force through ages.  As when first created, their first breath was song, so when they saw God create new worlds, then their song received another note; they rose a little higher in the gamut of adoration.  But this time, when they saw God stoop from his throne, and become a babe, hanging upon a woman’s breast, they lifted their notes higher still; and reaching to the uttermost stretch of angelic music, they gained the highest notes of the divine scale of praise, and they sung, “Glory to God in the highest,” for higher in goodness they felt God could not go.  Thus their highest praise they gave to him in the highest act of his godhead.

“Angels, from the realms of glory, Wing your downward flight to earth,

Ye who sing creation’s story, Now proclaim Messiah’s birth;

Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King.”

Ay, there is no mortal that can ever dream how magnificent was that song.  Then, note, if angels shouted before and when the world was made, their hallelujahs were more full, more strong, more magnificent, if not more hearty, when they saw Jesus Christ born of the Virgin Mary to be man’s redeemer—“Glory to God in the highest.”

What is the instructive lesson to be learned from this first syllable of the angels’ song?  Why this, that salvation is God’s highest glory.  He is glorified in every dewdrop that twinkles to the morning sun.  God is glorified in every bird that warbles on the spray; in every lamb that skips the mead.  From the tiny minnow to the huge Leviathan, do not all creatures that swim the water bless and praise his name?  Do not all created things extol him?  Is there aught beneath the sky, save man, that doth not glorify God?  Do not the stars exalt him, when they write his name upon the azure of heaven in their golden letters?  Do not the lightnings adore him when they flash his brightness in arrows of light piercing the midnight darkness?  Do not thunders extol him when they roll like drums in the march of the God of armies?  Do not all things exalt him, from the least even to the greatest?  But sing, sing, oh uni­verse, till thou hast exhausted thyself, thou canst not afford a song so sweet as the song of Incarnation.  Though creation may be a majestic organ of praise, it cannot reach the compass of the golden canticle—Incarnation!  There is more in that than in creation, more melody in Jesus in the manger, than there is in worlds on worlds rolling their grandeur round the throne of the Most High.

1. 2. When they had sung this, they sang what they had never song before.

“Glory to God in the highest,” was an old, old song; they had sung that from before the foundations of the world.  But, now, they sang as it were a new song before the throne of God: for they added this stanza—” on, earth, peace.” They did not sing that in the garden.  There was peace there, but it seemed a thing of course, and scarce worth singing of.  There was more than peace there; for there was glory to God there.  But, now, man had fallen, and since the day when cherubim with fiery swords drove out the man, there had been no peace on earth, save in the breast of some believers, who had obtained peace from the living fountain of this incarnation of Christ.

Do you not feel my brethren, that the gospel of God is peace to man?  Where else can peace be found, but in the message of Jesus?  Go legalist, work for peace with toil and pain, and thou shalt never find it.  Go, thou, that trustest in the law: go thou, to Sinai; look to the flames that Moses saw, and shrink, and tremble, and despair; for peace is nowhere to be found, but in him, of whom it is said, “This man shall be peace.”  And what a peace it is, beloved!  It is peace like a river, and righteousness like the waves of the sea.  It is the peace of God that passeth all understanding, which keeps our hearts and minds through Jesus Christ our Lord.  This sacred peace between the pardoned soul and God the pardoner; this marvelous at-one-ment between the sinner and his judge, this was it that the angels sung when they said, “Peace On earth.”

1. 3. And, then, they wisely ended their song with a third note.  They said, “Good will to man.”

Philosophers have said that God has a good will toward man; but I never knew any man who derived much comfort from their philosophical assertion.  Wise men have thought from what we have seen in creation that God had much good will toward man, or else his works would never have been so constructed for their comfort; but I never heard of any man who could risk his soul’s peace upon such a faint hope as that.  But I have not only heard of thousands, but I know them, who are quite sure that God has a good will towards men; and if you ask their reason, they will give a full and perfect answer.  They say, he has good will toward man for he gave his Son.  No greater proof of kindness between the Creator and his subjects can possibly be afforded than when the Creator gives his only begotten and well beloved Son to die.

So good a will moreover that he has even condescended to say, “Come, now, let us reason together; though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as wool; though they be red like crimson, they shall be whiter than snow.”  And if you say, “Lord, how shall I know that thou hast this good will towards me,” he points to yonder manger, and says, “Sinner, if I had not a good will towards thee, would I have parted with my Son?  If I had not good will towards the human race, would I have given up my Son to become one of that race that he might by so doing redeem them from death?  He has good will to men; he is willing to pardon; he passes by iniquity, transgression, and sin.

And when the Lord Jesus has become your peace, remember, there is another thing, good will towards men.  Do not try to keep Christmas without keeping good will towards men.  If you are men of wealth, you have poor in your neighborhood.  Find something wherewith to clothe the naked, and feed the hungry, and make glad the mourner.  Remember, it is good will towards men.  Try, if you can, to show them goodwill at this special season; and if you will do that, the poor will say with me, that indeed they wish there were six Christmases in the year.

You are going home to your father and mother, young men; many of you are going from your shops to your homes.  You remember what I preached on last Christmas time.  Go home to thy friends, and tell them what the Lord hath done for thy soul, and that will make a blessed round of stories at the Christmas fire.  If you will each of you tell your parents how the Lord met with you in the house of prayer; how, when you left home, you were a gay, wild blade, but have now come back to love your mother’s God, and read your father’s Bible.  Oh, what a happy Christmas that will make!

What more shall I say?  May God give you peace with yourselves; may he give you good will towards all your friends, your enemies, and your neighbors; and may he give you grace to give gory to God in the highest.  I will say no more, except at the close of this sermon to wish every one of you, when the day shall come, the happiest Christmas you ever had in your lives.

This is an edited excerpt from a sermon preached by Spurgeon on December 20, 1857.

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The Preaching of the Master by C. H. Spurgeon

As among kings he is the King of kings, as among priests he is the great High Priest, as among prophets he is the Messiah, so is he the Prince of preachers, the Apostle of our profession.  They who are most excellent as preachers are those who are most like him; but even those who by being most like him have become eminent, are still far short of his excellence.  “His lips,” says the spouse, “are like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.”  He is a prophet mighty in word and deed.

To form a right conception of our Lord’s ministry, it is necessary to note the whole of it, and we may do so without departing from the text; for though the officers did not hear all that Jesus said, I have no doubt that the qualities which shone in his entire ministry were many of them apparent in the discourse which he delivered on that particular occasion.  Follow me, therefore, as I note the leading qualities of his unrivalled eloquence.

The most casual reader of Christ’s discourses would observe that their style is singularly clear and perspicuous, and yet their matter is by no means trivial or superficial. Did ever man speak like this man Christ Jesus, for simplicity?  Little children gathered around him, for much of what he said was interesting even to them.  If there be ever a difficult word in any of Christ’s discourses, it is because it must be there owing to the faultiness of human language, but there is never a hard word inserted, for its own sake, where an easier word could have been employed.  You never find him, for the sake of display, careering upon the wings of rhetoric; he never gives forth dark sayings that his hearers may discover that his learning is vast and his thinking profound.  He is profound, and in that respect, “never man spoke like this man;” he unveils the mysteries of God, he brings to light the treasures of darkness of the ages past which prophets and kings desired to see, but into which they could not pry; there is in his teaching a depth so vast that the greatest human intellect cannot fathom it, but all the while he speaks with plain words, in parables with multitudinous illustrations of the most homely kind — about eggs, and fish, and candles, and bushels, and sweeping houses, and losing pieces of money, and finding sheep.  His speech abounds in the truest and most natural of images, and is ever constructed not to display himself, but to make clear the truth which he was sent to reveal, “Never man spoke like this man!”  The common people with their common sense heard him gladly, for even if they could not always grasp the full compass of his teaching, yet upon the surface of his plain speech there  glittered lumps of golden ore well worthy to be treasured up.  For this quality our Savior, then, remains unrivalled, perspicuous yet profound.

His speech had this also about it that he spoke with unusual authority.  He was a master dogmatist.  It was not “it may be so,” or “it can be proven,” and “it is highly probable;” but “Verily, verily, I say unto you.”  And yet side by side with this was an extraordinary degree of self-sinking.  The Master spoke dogmatically, but never with proud self-sufficiency, after the manner of the children of conceit; he never pestered you with assumptions of superiority, and claims to official dignity.  He borrowed no assistance from a priestly robe or from an imposing title.  Meek he was as Moses, but like Moses he spoke the word of the Lord with absolute authority.  Coming out of the ivory palaces, fresh from the bosom of the Father, having looked into the unseen, and heard the infallible oracle, he spoke not with bated breath, with hesitancy and debate as the scribes and lawyers, not with arguments and reasonings as the priests and Pharisees, creating perplexity and pouring darkness upon human minds.  “Verily, verily, I say unto you,” was his favorite word.  He spoke that he did know, and testified what he had seen, and demanded to be accepted as sent forth from the Father.  He did not debate, but declare.  His sermons were not guesses, but testimonies.  Yet he never magnifies himself, he lets his works and his Father bear witness of him.  He asserts truth from his own positive knowledge, and because he has a commission from the Father to do so, but never as mere dogmatists do with an extolling of their own selves, as though they were to be glorified and not the God who sent the truth and the Spirit by whom it is applied.

Further, in our Lord’s preaching, there was a wonderful combination of faithfulness with tenderness.  He was indeed the prince of faithful preachers.  Not even Nathan when he stood before King David, and said, “Thou art the man,” could be more true to human conscience than Christ was.  How those cutting words of his must have told like rifle-bullets when they were first hurled against the respectability of the age, “Woe unto you, Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!”  “Woe unto you, lawyers,” and so forth.  There was no mincing matters, no winking at wickedness because it happened to be associated with greatness, no excusing sin because it put on the sanctimoniousness of religion; he neither fawned on the great nor pandered to the populace.  Jesus reproved all classes to their faces concerning their sins.  It never occurred to him to seek to please men. He looked to the doing of his Father’s business, and since that business often involved the laying of righteousness to the line, of judgment to the plummet, he spared not to do it.  Perhaps no preacher ever used more terrible words with regard to the fate of the ungodly than our Lord has done.  Those awful sentences which fell from the lips of the Friend of Sinners prove that he was too much their friend to flatter them, too much their friend to let them perish without a full warning of their doom.  And yet though he thundered, how gentle were his words!  He did not break the bruised reed nor quench the smoking flax.  For the woman taken in adultery, he had no word of curse; for the mothers of Jerusalem bringing their babes, he had not a syllable of reprehension.  Kind, gentle, tender, loving, the speech which at one time sounded as the voice of Jehovah which breaks the cedars of Lebanon and makes the hinds to calve, was at other seasons modulated to music, softened to a whisper, and used to cheer the disconsolate, and bind up broken hearts.  “Never man spoke like this man,” so faithful and yet so tenderly affectionate, so mindful of the least good which he could see in man, and yet so determined to smite hypocrisy wherever his holy eye could discover it.

You will observe in the Savior’s preaching a remarkable mingling of zeal with prudence.  He is full of ardor; the zeal of God’s house hath eaten him up.  He never preached a cold, dull sermon in all his life.  He was a pillar of light and fire.  When he spoke his words burned their way into men’s minds by reason of the Sacred enthusiasm with which he delivered them, but yet his fervor never degenerated into wild fire like the zeal of ignorant and over-balanced minds.  We know some whose zeal if tempered with knowledge might be of use to the church, but being altogether without knowledge, it is dangerous both to themselves and to their cause.  Fanaticism may spring out of a real desire for God’s glory; there is, however, no need that earnestness should degenerate into rant.  It never did so in the Savior’s case.  His zeal was red hot, but his prudence was calm and cool.  He was not afraid of the Herodians, but yet how quietly did he answer them in that trap concerning tribute-money!  They would never forget the penny and the question, “Whose image and superscription is this?”  He was ready to meet the Sadducees at any time, but he was on his guard, so that they could not entangle him in his speech.  He was quite sure to escape their nets, and take them in their own craftiness.  If a question be asked, which for the moment he does not care to answer, he knows how to ask them another question, which they also cannot answer; and to send them about their business covered with shame.  It is a grand thing when a man can be warm and wise, when he can carry about him an unexcitable temperament, and yet the force which excites others: unmoved himself, the man of prudence becomes the power by which others are moved.  Such was the Savior.  But I must not let that sentence of mine pass unchallenged — in the higher sense he was always more moved than the people — but I mean as to temper and spirit, he was not readily disturbed.  He was self-possessed, prudent, wise, and yet when he spoke he flashed, and burned, and blazed with a sacred vehemence which showed that his whole soul was on fire with love to the souls of men.  Zeal and prudence in remarkable proportions met in Jesus, and “Never man spoke like this man.”

So, too, everyone who has read our Lord’s discourses and marked his character will have perceived that love was among the leading characteristics of his style as a preacher. He was full of tenderness, brimming with sympathy, overflowing with affection.  That weeping over Jerusalem, whose children he would have gathered, was but one instance of what happened many a time in his life; his heart sympathized with sorrow whenever his eye beheld it; he could not bear that the people should be like sheep without a shepherd, and be wrought many deeds of kindness, and said many words of instruction, because he loved them.  But our Savior’s speech was never affected and canting.  He used no stale honey, there was nothing of that — I do not know the word to use — that fulsome sugarishness, which in some people is disgustingly perceptible.  It was never so with the Savior.  He condemned this or that evil in no measured terms; there was in him no apologizing, no guarding of expressions, no fawning, no using of soft words.  They who are shaken with the wind and affect flattering phrases, stand in kings’ palaces; but he, the people’s preacher, one chosen out of the people, dwelt among the many, a man among men.  He held his own position, but trampled on none.  He committed himself to no man, but he was willing to bless every man.  No one else in this matter has so exactly struck the balance, and therefore, “Never man spoke like this man.”

One memorable characteristic of our Lord’s preaching was his remarkable commingling of the excellences which are found separately in his servants. You know, perhaps, a preacher who is admirable when he addresses the head, who can explain and expound very logically and clearly, and you feel that you have been instructed whenever you have sat under him; but the light though clear, is cold like moonlight, and when you retire you feel that you know more, and yet are none the better for what you know.  It would be well if those who can enlighten the head so well would remember that man has also a heart. On the other hand, we know others whose whole ministry is addressed to the passions, and the emotions; during a sermon, you shed any quantity of tears, you pass through a furnace of sensation, but as to what is left which is calculated permanently to benefit you, it were difficult to discover; when the sermon is over, the shower and the sunshine have both departed, the fair rainbow has disappeared from sight, and what remains?  It would be well if those who always talk to the heart, recollected that men have heads as well.

Now the Savior was a preacher whose head was in his heart, and whose heart was in his head.  He never addressed the emotions except by motives which commended themselves to the reason nor did he instruct the mind without at the same time influencing the heart and conscience.  Our Savior’s power as a speaker was comprehensive.  He aroused the conscience, who more than he?  With but a single sentence, he convicted those who came to tempt him, so that beginning with the eldest, and ending with the youngest, they all went out ashamed.  But he was not a mere render open of wounds, a cutter and a killer, he was equally great in the arts of holy consolation.  With intonations of matchless music, he could say, “Go thy way; thy sins, which are many, be forgiven thee.”  He knew how to console a weeping friend as well as to confront a boisterous enemy; his superiority was felt by all sorts of men; his artillery struck at all ranges; his mind war, equal to all emergencies; it was for good like the sword of the cherubim at the gates of Eden for evil, it turned every way to keep the gates of life open for those who would fain enter there.

My brethren, I have entered upon a theme which is boundless; I merely touch some of the outer skirts of my Master’s robes; as for himself, if you would know how he spoke you must hear him.  One of the ancients was wont to say that he could have wished to have seen Rome in all its splendor, to have been with Paul in all his labors, and to have heard Christ when preaching.  Surely it were worth worlds, but once to have caught the round of that serene, soul-stirring voice, to have beheld for once the glance of those matchless eyes as they looked through the heart, and that heavenly countenance as it glowed with love.

His eloquence had, however, this for its main aspect that it concerned the greatest truths that were ever made manifest to man.  He brought light and immortality to light, he cleared up what had been doubtful, he resolved that which had been mysterious, he declared that which is gracious, that which saves the soul and glorifies God.  No preacher was ever laden with so divine a message as Christ.  We who bring the same glad tidings bring the news at second hand, and but in part; but he came forth from the Father’s bosom with the whole truth, and, therefore, “Never man spoke like this man.”

From a sermon, “The Unrivalled Eloquence of Jesus.”

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My Times Are In Thy Hand by C. H. Spurgeon

“My times are in thy hand.” — Psalm 31:15

David was sad: his life was spent with grief, and his years with sighing.  His sorrow had wasted his strength, and even his bones were consumed within him.  Cruel enemies pursued him with malicious craft, even seeking his life.  At such a time, he used the best resource of grief; for he says in verse 14, “But I trusted in thee, O Lord.”  He had no other refuge but that which he found in faith in the Lord his God.  If enemies slandered him, he did not render railing for railing; if they devised to take away his life, he did not meet violence with violence; but he calmly trusted in the Lord.  They ran hither and thither, using all kinds of nets and traps to make the man of God their victim; but he met all their inventions with the one simple defense of trust in God.  Many are the fiery darts of the wicked one; but our shield is one.  The shield of faith not only quenches fiery darts, but it breaks arrows of steel.  Though the javelins of the foe were dipped in the venom of hell, yet our one shield of faith would hold us harmless, casting them off from us.  Thus David had the grand resource of faith in the hour of danger.

Note well that he uttered a glorious claim, the greatest claim that man has ever made: “I said, Thou art my God.”  He that can say, “This kingdom is mine,” makes a royal claim; he that can say, “This mountain of silver is mine,” makes a wealthy claim; but he that can say to the Lord, “Thou art my God,” hath said more than all monarchs and millionaires can reach.  If this God is your God by his gift of himself to you, what can you have more?  If Jehovah has been made your own by an act of appropriating faith, what more can be conceived of?  You have not the world, but you have the Maker of the world; and that is far more.  There is no measuring the greatness of his treasure who hath God to be his all in all.

Having thus taken to the best resource by trusting in Jehovah, and having made the grandest claim possible by saying, “Thou art my God,” the Psalmist now stays himself upon a grand old doctrine, one of the most wonderful that was ever revealed to men.  He sings, “My times are in thy hand.”  This to him was a most cheering fact: he had no fear as to his circumstances, since all things were in the divine hand.  He was not shut up unto the hand of the enemy; but his feet stood in a large room, for he was in a space large enough for the ocean, seeing the Lord had placed him in the hollow of his hand.  To be entirely at the disposal of God is life and liberty for us.

The great truth is this — all that concerns the believer is in the hands of the Almighty God.  “My times,” these change and shift; but they change only in accordance with unchanging love, and they shift only according to the purpose of One with whom is no variableness nor shadow of a turning.  “My times,” that is to say, my ups and my downs, my health and my sickness, my poverty and my wealth — all those are in the hand of the Lord, who arranges and appoints, according to his holy will, the length of my days and the darkness of my nights.  Storms and calms vary the seasons at the divine appointment.  Whether times are reviving or depressing remains with him who is Lord both of time and of eternity; and we are glad it is so.

We assent to the statement, “My times are in thy hand,” as to their result.  Whatever is to come out of our life is in our heavenly Father’s hand.  He guards the vine of life, and he also protects the clusters which shall be produced thereby.  If life be as a field, the field is under the hand of the great Husbandman, and the harvest of that field is with him also.  The ultimate results of his work of grace upon us and of his education of us in this life are in the highest hand.  We are not in our own hands, nor in the hands of earthly teachers; but we are under the skillful operation of hands which make nothing in vain.  The close of life is not decided by the sharp knife of the fates; but by the hand of love.  We shall not die before our time; neither shall we be forgotten and left upon the stage too long.

Not only are we ourselves in the hand of the Lord, but all that surrounds us.  Our times make up a kind of atmosphere of existence; and all this is under divine arrangement.  We dwell within the palm of God’s hand.  We are absolutely at his disposal, and all our circumstances are arranged by him in all their details.  We are comforted to have it so.

How came the Psalmist’s times to be thus in God’s hand?  I should answer, first, that they were there in the order of nature, according to the eternal purpose and decree of God.  All things are ordained of God and are settled by him according to his wise and holy predestination.  Whatsoever happens here happens not by chance, but according to the counsel of the Most High.  The acts and deeds of men below, though left wholly to their own wills, are the counterpart of that which is written in the purpose of heaven.  The open acts of Providence below tally exactly with that which is written in the secret book, which no eye of man or angel as yet has scanned.  This eternal purpose superintended our birth.  “In thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.”  In thy book, every footstep of every creature is recorded before the creature is made.  God has mapped out the pathway of every man who traverses the plains of life.  Some may doubt this; but all agree that God foresees all things; and how can they be certainly foreseen unless they are certain to be?  It is no mean comfort to a man of God that he feels that, by divine arrangement and sacred predestination, his times are in the hand of God.

But David’s times were in God’s hand in another sense; namely, that he had by faith committed them all to God.  Observe carefully the fifth verse: “Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of truth.”  In life, we use the words which our Lord so patiently used in death: we hand over our spirits to the hand of God.  If our lives were not appointed of heaven, we should wish they were.  If there were no overruling Providence, we would crave for one.  We would merge our own wills in the will of the great God, and cry, “Not as we will, but as thou wilt.”  It would be a hideous thought to us if any one point of our life-story were left to chance or to the frivolities of our own fancy; but with joyful hope we fall back upon the eternal foresight and the infallible wisdom of God, and cry, “Thou shalt choose our inheritance for us.”  We would beg him to take our times into his hand, even if they were not there.

Moreover, beloved brethren, our times are in the Lord’s hands, because we are one with Christ Jesus.  “We are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones.”  Everything that concerns Christ touches the great Father’s heart.  He thinks more of Jesus than of all the world.  Hence it follows that when we become one with Jesus, we become conspicuous objects of the Father’s care.  He takes us in hand for the sake of his dear Son.  He that loves the Head loves all the members of the mystical body.  We cannot conceive of the dear Redeemer as ever being out of the Father’s mind; neither can any of us who are in Christ be away from the Father’s active, loving care: our tines are ever in his hand.  All his eternal purposes work towards the glorifying of the Son, and quite as surely they work together for the good of those who are in his Son. The purposes which concern our Lord and us are so inter-twisted as never to be separated.

To have our times in God’s hand must mean not only that they are at God’s disposal, but that they are arranged by the highest wisdom.  God’s hand never errs; and if our times are in his hand, those times are ordered rightly.  We need not puzzle our brains to understand the dispensations of Providence: a much easier and wiser course is open to us; namely, to believe the hand of the Lord works all things for the best.  Sit thou still, O child, at thy great Father’s feet, and let him do as seems him good!  When thou canst not comprehend him, know that a babe cannot understand the wisdom of its sire.  Thy Father comprehends all things, though thou dost not: let his wisdom be enough for thee.  Everything in the hand of God is where it may be left without anxiety; and it is where it will be carried through to a prosperous issue.  Things prosper which are in his hand.  “My times are in thy hand,” is an assurance that none can disturb, or pervert, or poison them.  In that hand, we rest as securely as rests a babe upon its mother’s breast.  Where could our interests be so well secured as in the eternal hand?  What a blessing it is to see by the eye of faith all things that concern you grasped in the hand of God!  What peace as to every matter which could cause anxiety flows into the soul when we see all our hopes built upon so stable a foundation, and preserved by such supreme power!  “My times are in thy hand!”

Come, let each man take to himself this doctrine of the supreme appointment of God and believe that it stands true as to his own case, “My times are in thy hand.”  The wings of the cherubim cover me.  The Lord Jesus loved me and gave himself for me, and my times are in those hands which were nailed to the cross for my redemption.

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Why Saints Persevere by C. H. Spurgeon

The hope which filled the heart of Paul concerning the Corinthian brethren we have already seen to be full of comfort to those who trembled as to their future.  But why was it that he believed that the brethren would be confirmed unto the end?  I want you to notice that he gives his reasons.  Here they are: God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of His Son Jesus Christ (1 Corinthians 1:9).

The apostle does not say, “You are faithful.”  Alas! the faithfulness of man is a very unreliable affair; it is mere vanity.  He does not say, “You have faithful ministers to lead and guide you, and therefore I trust you will be safe.”  Oh, no! if we are kept by men we shall be but ill kept.  He puts it, “God is faithful.”  If we are found faithful, it will be because God is faithful.  On the faithfulness of our covenant God, the whole burden of our salvation must rest.  On this glorious attribute of God the matter hinges.  We are variable as the wind, frail as a spider’s web, weak as water.  No dependence can be placed upon our natural qualities or our spiritual attainments; but God abideth faithful.

He is faithful in His love; He knows no variableness, neither shadow of turning.  He is faithful to His purpose; He doth not begin a work and then leave it undone.  He is faithful to His relationships; as a Father He will not renounce His children, as a friend He will not deny His people, as a Creator He will not forsake the work of His own hands.  He is faithful to His promises and will never allow one of them to fail to a single believer.  He is faithful to His covenant, which He has made with us in Christ Jesus, and ratified with the blood of His sacrifice.  He is faithful to His Son, and will not allow His precious blood to be spilled in vain.  He is faithful to His people to whom He has promised eternal life, and from whom He will not turn away.

This faithfulness of God is the foundation and cornerstone of our hope of final perseverance.  The saints shall persevere in holiness, because God perseveres in grace.  He perseveres to bless, and therefore believers persevere in being blessed.  He continues to keep His people, and therefore they continue to keep His commandments.  Thus it is free favor and infinite mercy which ring in the dawn of salvation, and the same sweet bells sound melodiously through the whole day of grace.

You see that the only reasons for hoping that we shall be confirmed to the end and be found blameless at the last are found in our God; but in Him these reasons are exceedingly abundant.

They lie first, in what God has done.  He has gone so far in blessing us that it is not possible for Him to run back.  Paul reminds us that He has “called us into the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ.”  Has he called us?  Then the call cannot be reversed; for, “the gifts and calling of God are without repentance.”  From the effectual call of His grace the Lord never turns.  “Whom he called them he also justified, and whom he justified them he also glorified:” this is the invariable rule of the divine procedure.  There is a common call, of which it is said, “Many are called, but few are chosen,” but this of which we are now thinking is another kind of call, which betokens special love and necessitates the possession of that to which we are called.   In such a case, it is with the called one even as with Abraham’s seed, of whom the Lord said, “I have called thee from the ends of the earth, and said unto thee, Thou art my servant; I have chosen thee and will not cast thee away.”

In what the Lord has done, we see strong reasons for our preservation and future glory, because the Lord has called us into the fellowship of His Son Jesus Christ.  It means into partnership with Jesus Christ, and I would have you carefully consider what this means.  If you are indeed called by divine grace, you have come into fellowship with the Lord Jesus Christ, so as to be joint-owner with Him in all things.  Henceforth you are one with Him in the sight of the Most High. The Lord Jesus bore your sins in His own body on the tree, being made a curse for you; and at the same time He has become your righteousness, so that you are justified in Him.  You are Christ’s and Christ is yours.  As Adam stood for his descendants, so does Jesus stand for all who are in Him.  As husband and wife are one, so is Jesus one with all those who are united to Him by faith; one by a conjugal union which can never be broken.  More than this, believers are members of the Body of Christ, and so are one with Him by a loving, living, lasting union.  God has called us into this union, this fellowship, this partnership, and, by this very fact, He has given us the token and pledge of our being confirmed to the end.  If we were considered apart from Christ we should be poor perishable units, soon dissolved and borne away to destruction; but as one with Jesus we are made partakers of His nature, and are endowed with His immortal life.  Our destiny is linked with that of our Lord, and until He can be destroyed it is not possible that we should perish.

Dwell much upon this partnership with the Son of God, unto which you have been called: for all your hope lies there.  You can never be poor while Jesus is rich, since you are in one firm with Him.  Want can never assail you, since you are joint-proprietor with Him who is Possessor of Heaven and earth.  You can never fail; for though one of the partners in the firm is as poor as a church mouse, and in himself an utter bankrupt, who could not pay even a small amount of his heavy debts, yet the other partner is inconceivably, inexhaustibly rich.  In such partnership, you are raised above the depression of the times, the changes of the future, and the shock of the end of all things.  The Lord has called you into the fellowship of His Son Jesus Christ and by that act and deed He has put you into the place of infallible safeguard.

If you are indeed a believer, you are one with Jesus and therefore you are secure.  Do you not see that it must be so?  You must be confirmed to the end until the day of His appearing, if you have indeed been made one with Jesus by the irrevocable act of God.  Christ and the believing sinner are in the same boat: unless Jesus sinks, the believer will never drown.  Jesus has taken His redeemed into such connection with himself, that He must first be smitten, overcome, and dishonored, ere the least of His purchased ones can be injured.  His name is at the head of the firm and until it can be dishonored we are secure against all dread of failure.

So, then, with the utmost confidence let us go forward into the unknown future, linked eternally with Jesus.  If the men of the world should cry, “Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her Beloved?” we will joyfully confess that we do lean on Jesus, and that we mean to lean on Him more and more.  Our faithful God is an ever flowing well of delight, and our fellowship with the Son of God is a full river of joy.  Knowing these glorious things, we cannot be discouraged: nay, rather we cry with the apostle, “Who shall separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord?”

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