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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.

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?”

Compassion for the Multitude by C. H. Spurgeon

“And they say unto him, We have here but five loaves, and two fishes. He said, Bring them hither to me.” — Matthew 14:17-18

As was Christ, my brethren, when in this world, so are we also.  Such, indeed, is our calling of God.  As Jesus was “the true light which lighteth every man that cometh into the world,” so he saith to his disciples, “Ye are the light of the world.”  How memorable are those words of our Lord, “As thou, Father, hast sent me into the world, even so have I also sent them into the world!” And how weighty are those expressions of the Apostle, “We pray you in Christ’s stead;” “We then, as workers together with him!”

There is something more than an interesting parallel that I want you to observe.  A rich allegory appears to be couched in the simple record of the evangelists.  The history of Christ is in type a history of his Church.  A skillful reader would soon think this matter out.  You will remember how Christ’s Church was wrapped in swaddling bands at the first, how she was laid in the manger of obscurity, how her life was conspired against by heathen kings.  You will remember her baptism of the Holy Ghost, her trials and her temptations in the wilderness.  The life of Christ afterwards will soon be thought out by you as shadowing forth a picture of the career of the Church.  There is scarcely any point in the entire history of Jesus, from the manger at Bethlehem to the garden of Gethsemane, which is not besides its personal narrative, a typical and pictorial history of his Church.  Thus the Lord has been pleased to bequeath to his Church a great example written in his own holy life. As he raised the dead, so is she to do it through his Spirit that dwelleth in her.  As he healed the sick, so is she to carry on a great healing ministry throughout the world.  Or to come to our text, as Christ fed the hungry, so the Church wherever she meeteth with those who hunger and thirst after righteousness is to bless them in the name of him who has said, “They shall be filled.”  Your business as a Church today and my business as a member of the Church of Christ is to feed hungry souls who are perishing for lack of knowledge with the bread of life.  The case before us we think will furnish a noble picture of our duty, of our mission, and of what we expect the Master to do for us that we may work mightily for him.

Let us endeavor first to glance at the whole scene, collecting into harmony the accounts given by the four evangelists; and afterwards we shall proceed to consider two practical lessons to be deduced from it.  This miracle is recorded by Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.  There is some little divergence in each, as there naturally would be, for no four spectators could give the same description of any one scene; but what one omits another supplies; a point that will be most interesting to one, had failed to strike another, while a third has been interested in something which the fourth had altogether omitted.  It appears that Christ had sought out a waste region near to the town of Bethsaida.  Bethsaida was a place which he had frequently visited.  Earnestly, on another occasion, did he warn Bethsaida and Chorazin, reminding them that their privileges would rise up in judgment against them to condemn them for their unbelief.

He had sought out this waste place for the purpose of retirement or for the sake of both himself and his disciples, that they might rest from their weary toils.  The people follow him; they throng him all day long.  He preaches to them the gospel, he heals their sick; and it was somewhere in the afternoon that the Master, ever patient and prescient of human wants, calls Philip to himself.  Now, Philip was of Bethsaida, and he said to Philip, “Whence shall we buy bread that these may eat?”  This he said to try him to see whether his faith was proof against misgiving.  Had Philip been a wise disciple he would have replied, “Master, thou canst feed them.”  But he was a weak follower of the mighty Lord.  You know he afterwards proved his ignorance by saying, “Lord, show us the Father, and it sufficeth;” and he then received a mild rebuke, “Have I been so long a time with you, and yet thou hast not known me?”  On this, Philip shows that he has not yet learned the lesson of faith.  He cannot believe in anything he cannot see with the eyes of sense.  Puzzled and amazed, he betakes himself to his fellow disciples to talk over the matter.

Now, Andrew suggests that there is a lad hard by that has five barley loaves and a few small fishes.  Certainly, Andrew thinks though they will not be enough, it is our duty to do our best.  So the loaves and fishes are purchased out of the scanty store that Judas handed out, not perhaps without some grief to his heart, that he should have to look so much after other people.  As the day wears on and the sun begins to set, the disciples come to the Master.  Though the proposal had been suggested by him, they seem to think he has forgotten it.  So they come to him and say, “Master, send the multitude away.”  They had thought over the problem of how to feed these people and had come to this conclusion – that they could not do it.  As they could not feed them, the next best thing would be to send them away to provide for themselves.

Since they could not supply their necessities, they would endeavor to shut their eyes to their needs.  “Master, send them away; let them go and buy for themselves.”  The Master promptly replies, “‘They need not depart:’ there is no necessity for it: ‘give ye them to eat.’”  Indeed, he spake wisely.  Why should hungry men depart from the householder from him who feedeth all things, who openeth his hand, and satisfieth the desire of every living thing.  Give ye them to eat,” said he; that he might bring out from them a fair acknowledgment of their poverty.  “Master,” they said, “we have here but five barley loaves, and a few small fishes: what are they among so many?”

Lifting up their eyes upon the vast assembled mass they roughly calculate that there must be five thousand men, beside a fair complement of women and of children.  The Master bids them bring those loaves and fishes.  He takes them, but before he breaks them, being a God of order, he bids the people sit down in companies.  Mark, who is always such a keen observer, and paints, like Hogarth, all the little minutiae of the picture, says, they sat down on the green grass, as if it were exceedingly abundant and verdant just there.  Then he adds, they sat down by companies, afterwards using a word, which is translated “in ranks” in our version, but the Greek is such as you would use if you spoke of a long range of beds in a flower garden-parterres.  They sat down in green beds, as it were, with walks in between them.  Mark seems to have got the idea that they were like a number of flowers whom his Master went round to water.  When they had all thus sat down, so that the strong might not struggle after the bread, and tread it under foot, and that the weak might not be neglected, all placed in their rows, then the Master lifted up his eyes before them all, asked a blessing, brake the bread, and gave it to the disciples, and also of the fishes.  The disciples went round and distributed to each man, to each woman, and child, and they did eat.  They had been fasting all day long, so I dare say we should not be very far wrong if, following the example of a countryman whom I once heard, we laid a marked emphasis on the word “did”—“they did eat!”  They eat till their hunger was appeased; they eat till they were filled; they eat till they were abundantly satisfied.  Then, I could suppose, on the table, or on a spot of the green grass, where Christ had laid out the first bread and fishes, the fragments that lay there had in the meantime multiplied.  One does not like the idea of the disciples going, round to gather up the odds and ends and crumbs that had fallen from each man; one would hardly think it would have been seemly.  But here was bread that was not injured, that had not fallen in the dust or the mire – fragments, and they gathered up more than they had at first.  Here, too, we have a wonder.  Things had been multiplied by division and had been added to by subtraction.  More was left than there had been at the first.  No doubt that was done to disarm doubt and to defeat skepticism.  In after days, some of those men might say, “True, we did eat and were satisfied, or it seemed as if we did, but it might have been in a kind of dream.”  That bread which was left, the twelve baskets full, furnished something solid for them to look at, so that they might not think it an illusion.  They gathered up the twelve baskets full.  This seems to be the crowning part of the miracle.  Our Lord himself, in referring to the miracle in after days, constantly says, “When we fed five thousand with five barley loaves, how many baskets had ye? And when we fed four thousand, how many baskets full did ye take up?” as if the taking up of the baskets full at the end was the clenching of the nail to drive home the blessed argument that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God who gave his people bread to eat, even as Moses fed the Israelites with manna in the wilderness.

Having thus considered the facts, we shall take them as a basis upon which to build, God helping us, two practical lessons.  The text and the miracle itself teach us, first, our mission and our weakness; secondly, our line of duty and Christ’s strength.

I. We are clearly taught here OUR MISSION AND OUR WEAKNESS.

Our mission!  Behold before you, disciples of Christ, this very day, thousands of men, and women, and children, who are hungering for the bread of life.  They hunger till they faint.  They spend their money for that which is not bread and their labor for that which satisfieth not.  They fall down famished in your highways, perishing for lack of knowledge.  Still worse, when they faint, there be some who pretend to feed them.  Superstition goeth about, and offers them stones instead of bread, and serpents instead of fish.  The Papist and the ceremonialist offer to sell these hungry souls something to gratify them; they try to feed, but it will not satisfy; they do but eat the wind and swallow the whirlwind.  The infidel tries to persuade them that they are not hungry, they are only a little nervous; thus he mocks their appetite.  As soon will the body be satisfied with bubbles, or the mouth be filled with shadows, as the soul be satisfied with delusions and inventions of man.  They faint; they famish; they are ready to die.  Those who pretend to supply them do but mock and tantalize their needs.  Nor can they feed themselves; their wallets are empty.  When Adam fell, he beggared all his posterity; neither man, nor woman, nor child among them is able to satisfy his or her own hunger.  The ten thousands of your race in this land – in Europe, in Asia, in Africa, in America, and Australia – not one among them, should they all subscribe together, could find so much as one loaf upon which a single soul might feed.  Barrenness, leanness, and sterility have seized upon all the fields of man’s tillage.  They yield him nothing.  He sows, but he reaps not; he ploughs, but obtains no harvest.  By the works of the flesh no man living can be justified, and in the devices of human tradition or human reason, no souls can possibly find substantial comfort.  See ye, disciples of Christ, see ye the great need which is before your eyes.  Open the eyes of your understanding now, let your bowels move, let your hearts beat with sympathy, let your souls be alive to pity – do feel for those millions!  I beseech you, if you cannot help them, weep over them; let there be now before your mind’s eye a clear and distinct recognition of the many hundreds and thousands who are crying to you, “Feed us, for we famish; give us bread to eat, or we die.”

I think I hear you reason in your hearts and whisper one to another, “Who are we that we should feed this multitude; look at their hosts, who can count them?  As the stars of heaven for multitude, so are the seed of Adam.  These hungry, craving mouths are almost as numerous as the sands on the sea shore; whence should we have that we should give them to eat?”  Even so.  Yet, remember, this is your mission.  Neither do any of you well to take up and adopt a weakness of faith that was illustrated by Philip’s questioning.  If ever the world is to be led, it is with Christ through the Church.  Until the kingdoms of the world become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of his Christ, we are the warriors who must carry the victorious arms of the cross to the uttermost parts of the earth.  We are the almoners of God’s free bounty until the fullness of the Gentiles be gathered in.  God commands all men everywhere to repent; and we are to utter his mandate.

Oh, my brethren, you know how Jesus worked the work of his Father; you know how he went about doing good; but do you know how he said, “Greater works than these shall ye do, because I go unto my Father?”  Let the words sink down into your ears.  Let the vision rise perpetually before your eyes.  See your work.  Great as it is, dispirited as you may be by the great multitude who crave your help, yet recognize the appeal to your faith.  Let the magnitude of the mission drive you the more earnestly to the work instead of deterring you from it.

Do I hear you murmur, “The multitudes are great, and scant the supply.  We have but five loaves, and they are made of barley; we have but two fishes, and they are little ones.  The bread hardly suffices for ourselves; the fishes are so small that they will be more bones than meat.  What are these among so many?”  “So I hear you tell us, sir, that we as a Church are to feed the world: how can we?  How few are our talents!  We are not rich in substance, we have no wealth with which to supply our missionaries, that we may send them out by hosts to lift up the banner of Christ.  We have little talent: there are not many among us who are learned or wise: we have not much eloquence.  We feel, though we do not feel enough:

‘Fain my pity would reclaim,

And snatch the firebrand from the flame;

But feeble my compassion proves,

And fain must weep where most it loves.’

Besides,” some of you add, “what can I do individually?  Of what use can I be?  And what can the few friends who are in earnest do?  Why, the world will laugh at such a feeble body of men.  They will say, ‘What do these feeble Jews?’  We have a mountain before us, and we have to level it to a plain: how can we do it?  Our strength is not sufficient: we are destitute of power.  Oh, had we the great and noble on our side!  Had we kings to be the nursing fathers, and queens the nursing mothers of our Church!  Had we the rich to give their lavish treasure, and the learned to give their wit, and the eloquent to give their golden speech, then we might succeed!  But alas! alas!  Silver and gold have we none; and at the Master’s feet we can lay but little: so little that it is utterly insignificant when compared with the world’s pining wants, the whole creation’s piteous laboring groans.”

Then I think I hear you heave a sigh and say again, “There is no more that we know of, no more bread that is procurable; we cannot buy for all the multitude.”  If we have little gifts ourselves, we cannot buy the eloquence of others.  Indeed, it were no use if it were bought; for oratory purchased is of no use to any cause.  We need for Christ’s cause the free utterance of willing men who “speak through their throats,” and feel from their hearts what they propound with their lips. Such speak because they cannot help speaking.  “Woe is me if I preach not the gospel.”  If we have little ability of our own, we cannot buy more of others.  The offices of love can never be deputed to the hireling.  But I think I hear your disheartened spirits crying, “If we could add mercenary troops to the host of God, we might succeed – if we could procure by our donations more help, more strength for the Lord God of hosts, then might there be bread in his house, and then might the multitudes be fed.”  But two hundred pennyworth would not suffice for the five thousand, and millions would not suffice for the thousand millions of poor benighted men and women.  Master, what can we do?  There are so many: we have not the bread ourselves, and we cannot buy it on their behalf.

And then I hear the groan of one who is growing grey in years, “Oh! I feel it, but it is getting late with me, and the world’s necessities are getting stern; the hunger has continued until men are famished; they have been without bread till they are ready to perish and faint by the way, and the night cometh on, a long and dreary night; who shall work then?  We are ready to go down into our graves; our shadows are lengthened and our frame is shrunken; we are weak and hang our heads like bulrushes, as men who seek the grave that has long been seeking them.”  Let me tell you, brethren and fathers, we who are in our opening youth, we feel that too.  Good God!  Our days spin round us now, and our weeks seem to be hissing through the air, leaving a track like that of a burning brand.  Work as we may, and some of us can say that we lose no time in Christ’s cause, yet we can do nothing.  We seem to be like one man alone against an innumerable host, or like a child seeking to remove a mountain with its own puny hand.  Night is getting spent, we are growing sear, our years are flying by, our deaths are coming on.  Souls are dying: hell is filling.  Adown the cataract of destruction men are being plunged incessantly beyond our sight, beyond our hope.  We cannot do it.  The more we feel our responsibility, the more our infirmity oppresses us.  Thou hast called us to a work that is too hard.  We cannot do it, Master.   We come to thy feet, and we say we cannot give these multitudes to eat.  Mock us not.  Command us not to impossibilities.

Thou hast bidden us preach the gospel to every creature under heaven.  We cannot reach them.  We are too few; we are too feeble; we are too weak; we are too devoid of talent.  Master, we cannot do it.  At thy feet we are ready to fall in sheer despair.  But hark!  I hear the cries of the multitude as they come up in our ears.  They say to us “We are perishing: will you let us perish?  We are famishing: will you let us famish?  Our fathers have gone down to hell, and our fathers’ fathers have perished for lack of the bread that came down from heaven, and will you let us die?”  Across from Africa, the multitudes look over the sea to us, and they beckon with their fingers – “Will you let us perish?  Shall we for ever be hunting ground for those who delight in chains and bloodshed?”  From Asia they lift up the cry – “Will you always leave us?  Shall we always be the bondslaves of Juggernaut, Brahma, Servia, and Vishnu?”  From Australia, they cry to us, such as have not already perished; the Aborigines cry, “Shall we never see the light?  Shall we never bear the gospel?”  And worse than the Aborigines, the wail of not a few who remember in night – dreams the services of our sanctuaries, but have forgotten in their day-labors the observance of our Sabbaths, their cry is piercing indeed.  Oh! how terrible is the wail – the combined wail that cometh up from all the nations under heaven!  One man in Paul’s dream, who said, “Come over and help us!” was enough to constrain him; and here are millions not in a dream, but in open vision, who all at once say, “Come and help us.”  Did we say, just now, we could not?  Surely we must recall our words and say, “We must.”  Good Master, we must!  If we cannot, we must.  We feel our weakness, but there is an impulse within us that says we must do it, and we cannot stop, we dare not-we were accursed if we did. The blasts of hell and the wrath of heaven would fall upon us if we renounced the task.  The world’s only hope – shall we put that out?  The lone star that gilds the darkness – shall we quench that?  The Saviors of men, and shall we fold our arms and let them die?  No!  By the love we bear thy name; by the bonds that unite us to thee; by everything that is holy before God and humane in the sight of our fellow mortals; by everything that is tender and gentle in the throbbing of our hearts and the yearning of our bowels, we say we must, though we feel we cannot.

Yet there is a strong tendency in our hearts to shift personal responsibility.  “Let us send them away into the villages to buy meat.”  We look towards some Bethsaida in the distance, and say, “Let them go there and get good.”  This is a strong temptation with many Churches.  Perhaps you say, “We have not got all this work to do: there are other Churches; let them do their part.  In all the suburbs of London there are chapels. There is the parish church; cannot they hear the gospel there?  There is the City missionary going about after them; what need that we should visit them?  No doubt there are some good men preaching in the street, what necessity that I should do it?  Let them go into the villages and get meat.”  Ah, but not so; the Master said to you, “Give ye them to eat.” “Ye.”  Let this Church feel that it should look upon the world as if it were the only Church, and do its utmost as if it had no helper under heaven, but had all the work to do of itself.  And let the entire body of the Church of our Lord Jesus Christ – instead of looking to societies for evangelization, or to commerce, or to governments-remember that she is the sole savior of the world.  Christ never was incarnate in kings and in princes. His incarnation today is in the sacramental host of his elect.  If you ask me where was God on earth, I point to the man Christ Jesus.  If you ask me where is Christ on earth, I point you to his faithful Church, called by his Spirit.  As Christ was the world’s hope, so is the Church the world’s hope, and she must take up the charge as if there were not another.  Instead of sending some to this town and some to that, she must hear her Master say, “Give ye them to eat.”  I do fear, dear friends, that we are many of us getting into a very easy state about perishing men because we keep out of their way.  To stop your ears to the cries of the hungry, or shut your eyes to the wants of the widow and the fatherless, is not the way to relieve famine.  Nor is it the way of doing good in the world, to avoid the haunts of the poor, and to leave the dens of desolation and sin.  It is ours to touch the leper with our healing finger, not to shrink from his presence; it is ours to go and find out the stripped, and wounded, and helpless of the sons of men, and then to pour in the oil and the wine. Leave the priest and the Levite, if they will, to pass by on the other side.  Your Master asks of you, Christian, practical, personal service, and your Christianity is worth nothing unless it makes you heed his word – “Give ye them to eat” – unless it makes you as individual members, and as an united body do God’s work for the world’s sake and for Jesus Christ’s sake.  I will tell you, the people of my charge that the world’s salvation is given instrumentally into your hands.  As far as your power lies, you are to consider yourselves as the world’s hope, and you are to act as such.  And what shall I say of you if, instead of accepting this charge from Christ, you shall sit still and do nothing?  If, after having built this ceiled house in which you meet, you should disregard others who hear not the Word of Christ – if, being fed with heaven’s food yourselves, ye shall be satisfied to let others perish, I tell you that, as a Church, Ichabod shall be written upon your brow.  The garments of this Church shall be rent, and her veil shall be torn away from her.  She shall be set as a hissing; she shall be made a pillar of salt, like Lot’s wife throughout all generations, if she dare to look back now that the Master hath called her to a great and solemn work.  He that putteth his hand to the plough, and looketh back, is not worthy of the kingdom.  I have faith in you, dear friends, but I have more faith in my God; I have faith in you that you will not turn back, but accept the awful charge which devolves upon you of giving light to the world.  But if ye reject it, I will be a swift witness against you at the last great day, that ye knew your Master’s will and that ye did it not – that ye were called to the Master’s service and ye slunk back again to indolence and sloth.

II. Having thus dwelt upon our mission, and enlarged upon our weakness, it is time to turn the topic, and come TO OUR LINE OF DUTY AND THE MASTER’S STRENGTH.

Our line of duty begins, first of all, in immediate obedience to Christ’s first command: “Bring ye them to me.”  “Five loaves, Master, it is all we have; two fishes.”  “Bring ye them to me.”  In Mark, the words are used: “Go and see.”  They were to look in their wallets and be quite sure that they had not any more.  They were to rummage among all their treasures, and bring every crust, every piece of flesh, or bread, to Christ.  “Bring them to me.”  “Master, they are barley loaves; only five.” “Bring them to me.”  “There are two fishes; they are only two; they are not worth thinking of; let us keep them for ourselves.”  “No, bring them to me.”  “But they are such little fishes.”  “Bring them to me,” saith he, “bring them to me.”  The Church’s first duty is, when she looks to her resources and feels them to be utterly insufficient for her work, still to bring all that she has to Christ.

But how shall she bring them?  Why, in many ways.

She must bring them to Christ in consecration.  There is a brother yonder who says, “Well, I have but little money to spare!”  “Never mind,” says Christ, “let what you have be brought to me.”  “Ah,” says another, “I have very short time that I can spare in laboring to do good.”  “Bring it to me.”  “Ah,” says another, “but I have small ability; my stock of knowledge is very slender; my speech is contemptible.”  “Bring it to me.”  “Oh,” saith one, “I could only teach in the Sunday school.”  “Bring it to me.”  “Ah,” says another, “and I do not know that I could do that; I could but distribute a tract.”  “Bring it to me.”  Every talent that the Church has is to be brought to Christ, and consecrated.  And mark you this – I speak a strong thing which some will not be able to receive – anything which you have in this world, which you do not consecrate to Christ’s cause, you do rob the Lord of.  Every true Christian, when he gave himself to Christ, gave everything he had.  Neither calls he anything that he has his own, but it is all the Master’s.  We are not true to the Master’s cause unless it be so.  “What! not provide for our families?”  Yea, verily, but that is given to God.  “Not provide for ourselves?”  Yea, verily, so long as ye be not covetous.  Remember, it is your Master’s business to provide for you.  If he provides for you through your own exertions, you are doing your Master’s work and receiving of his bounty, for it is his work to provide for you.  But still there must always be a thorough consecration of everything you have to Christ.  Where your consecration ends, your honesty with God ends.  How often you have made the vow in your hymn!  And will ye not be true to your covenant with him?

“All that I am, and all I have,

Shall be for ever thine;

Whate’er my duty bills me give,

My cheerful hands resign.

“And if I might make some reserve,

And duty did not call,

I love my God with zeal so great,

That I would give him all.”

Bring ye them to me – not only in consecration, but also in prayer.  I think our prayer-meetings should be the seasons when the Church brings up all her barley loaves and fishes to Christ.  To get them blessed, here we come together, great Master, around the altar.  We are weak and feeble, we come to be made strong; we have no power of ourselves, we come that we may receive power from on high; and we wait in the prayer-meeting, as thy disciples did in the upper room at Jerusalem, till the Spirit be poured out.  It is marvelous how a man with one talent can sometimes do ten times more than a man with ten talents, for he has ten times the grace.  A soldier, after all, is not always useful according to his weapon.  Give a fool an Armstrong gun [an early machine gun], and perhaps he will destroy himself with it.  Give a wise man but the poorest piece of fire-arms, and you shall find, with good and steady aim, and bold advance, he shall do more service with his small weapons, than the other with far better arms.  So there are men, who seem as if they might be leaders in God’s house, that are laggards, doing nothing, while there are others who are but little in Israel, whom God through his grace makes to be mighty.  Bring ye hither, O ye servants of the Lord, all that ye have kept back, pour ye all the tithes into his storehouse, that his house may be full.

“Prove me now,” saith the Lord of hosts, “if I do not open the windows of heaven and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.”  Let us bring all we have to Christ, likewise in faith, laying it all at his feet, believing that his great power can make little means suffice for mighty ends.  “Lord, there are only five loaves,” – they were five loaves only when we had them in our hands, but now they are in thy hands, they are food for five thousand men.  “Lord, there are two fishes,” – they were paltry to insignificance while they were ours, but thy touch has ennobled them, and those little fishes shall become food for that vast multitude.  Blessed is that man who, feeling that he has truly consecrated all to God, can say, “There is enough. I do not want more talent; I do not need more substance; I would not wish to have more, there is enough for my work; I know it is utterly insufficient in itself, but our sufficiency is of God.”  Oh! do not tell me, sirs, that we, as a denomination, are too feeble to do much good.  Do not tell me that the Christianity of England is too weak for the evangelization of the whole world.  No such thing: there is enough, there is plenty if the Master pleases it.  If there were only six good men living, and these six were thoroughly consecrated to God, they would be enough for the world’s conversion.  It is not the multiplication of your means, it is not the complication of your machinery, it is not the organization of your societies, it is not the qualification of your secretaries that God cares for a whit; it is your consecrated men who are wholly his and only his.  Let them believe that he can make them mighty, and they shall be mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds.  I hesitate not to say that there are some pulpits that would be better empty than occupied; that there are some congregations to whom it would be far better if they had no preacher at all; for, having a minister who is not ordained of God, and not speaking by faith, they content themselves with things as they are, and grow listless.  Were the sham taken away, they might cry out for a real ministry.  God would bestow on them one taught of the Holy Ghost, who would speak with a tongue of fire, with inward witness and with spiritual energy, resting his confidence in God’s promises and his Word.  Oh dear friends, we ought to believe that there is enough means if Christ do but bless them, enough to bring in God’s chosen ones.

“Bring ye them to me,” once more, in active service.  That which is dedicated to Christ in solemn covenant, and in earnest prayer, and in humble faith, must be dedicated in active service.  Are you all at work for Christ?  Members of this Church, I speak to you first: it is but incidentally that I address other believers here.  Are you all doing something for Christ?  I think there should not be a single member of this Church who is not somehow occupied for the Master.  Shall I except any? – except the weak upon their beds; and they can speak a good word for him when they are visited: except the dying upon their couches, and they can bear a blessed testimony to his faithfulness when they are going through the river: except the dumb, and they can act religion, when they cannot speak it: except the blind, and they can sing his praises: except the utterly incapacitated, and these can magnify the Lord by their patience.  Still we ought, everyone of us, if we be Christ’s, to be serving him.

Am I a son and have I no duty to my father?  Am I a husband and have I no duties of kindness to the wife?  Am I a servant and shall I be idle, careless, and disobedient?  Is the Christian’s the only name that is merely nominal?  Is this a barren title?  Is this a medal to be worn?  Is this a kind of cross which Christians shall take when they have done no deeds of arms, no valorous conflicts for Christ?  Is the Christian only a thing, and not a living reality?  The Lord have mercy upon such Christians!

Now dear friends, if you want any inducements to lead you to bring all that you have to Christ, let me urge this.  In bringing it to him, you put your talent into his hand, whose hand was pierced for you.  You give to him who is your dearest friend; you give to him who spared not the blood of his heart that he might redeem you.  Do you not love him?  Is it not an honor to be permitted to show your love to so notable and noble a personage?  We have heard of women that have worked and all but starved themselves to bring food for their children; and as they put the precious morsels into the little ones’ mouths, they felt their toil to be nothing, because they were giving it to those they loved.  And so with the believer – he should feel that he most blesses himself when he blesses Christ.  And, indeed, when the Christian doeth ought for Jesus, it more blesses him that gives than him that takes.

Besides, when you give to him, you have another inducement, that you are thus giving to the multitude. I know people think, when they are doing something for the Church that they are pleasing the minister; or pleasing the deacons.  Oh! dear friends, it is not so.  What interest have I in all the world but the love of poor souls – that God who reads the heart shall say, at the day of judgment, there lives not one who desires more disinterestedly the salvation of this world, than the minister who addresses you now.  And I trust I can speak the same of my brethren in Christ, who long to see the world brought in.  Look at that hungry world, and when ye give the bread, let those eyes that stare upon you, let those who eat so abundantly thank you, and let that be a sufficient recompense for what you have done.

There is a man, I think, present now, who I remember, some two or three winters ago, came to me to join the Church.  And when I sat down in the room to talk to him, I saw by the look of the poor man’s face he wanted bread natural as well as bread spiritual.  So I said, “Before I talk to you, I should like to see you a little refreshed;” and we fetched him something to eat.  I looked at him for a minute, for I saw his eyes glisten, and I left the room, for fear he should not eat so much when I was there.  This though I can tell you, when I saw the great pleasure with which he ate, it would have been sufficient compensation to me if that little had cost ten thousand pounds.  And when you see the poor sinner lay hold of Christ so greedily, and yet so joyfully, when you see his gleaming eye, and the tear as it runs down his cheek, you will say, I am too well paid to have done good to such a poor heart as this.  Lord, it is enough; I have fed these hungry souls.

Once again, bring your loaves and fishes to Christ instead of following Christ to get loaves and fishes.  Is it no inducement that you should yourself be the distributor?  When we were children, and our father cut off a small piece from the joint and sent it to a sick woman over the road, do we not recollect how Thomas, Mary, and Ann used to quarrel for turns to take the basin over with the slice of meat?  We always liked to knock at the good women’s door, and say, “Please, we have brought something for your dinner today.”  Children are always glad if there is something to give away.  If you put a penny into their hands to give to a poor blind man, how cheerfully they run!  Just such a feeling as that the Christian has, when out of his talent, which he has consecrated to God, he does something for the world.  He is going about among the ranks and feeding them, and he has joy in the deed.

Then to close this point.  “Bring ye them to me, and ye shall have as much left as ye had when ye brought them.”  They took up of the fragments more than ever they gave.  Christ will never let any man die in his debt. What ye have done unto him is abundantly repaid, if not in temporals, yet in spirituals.  The fragments shall fill the baskets that are so liberally emptied.  You shall find that while watering others you are yourself watered.  The joy you impart shall be mutual.  To do good is to get good, and to distribute to others for Christ is the surest way of enriching one’s self.

The rest of the believer’s duty I will briefly sum up.  When you have brought your talents to Christ and have a conscientiousness of your great mission, your next duty is to look up.  Thank God for what you have got: look up!  Say, “There is nothing in what I do; there is nothing in my prayers, my preachings, my goings, my doings, except thou bless the whole.  Lord, bless it!”  Then, when you have blessed, break.  Remember the multiplication never came till after the division, and the addition did not begin till the subtraction took place.  So, then, begin to break, do good, and communicate.  Go abroad, and actively serve the Master, and when you have thus broken and have thus distributed to others, mind that you only distribute from Christ’s own hand.  You are to put your talents and abilities into Christ’s hand.  He gives the blessing on it; then he gives back to you: afterwards, you give it to the people.  If I give you bread from this pulpit to eat that is my own, it will be of no use to you.  But if, having gotten it in my study, I put it in the hand of Christ and come up here, and Christ hands it back to me and I give it to you, you shall be fed to the full.  This is Christ’s way of blessing men; he does not give the blessing first to the world, it is to his disciples, and then the disciples to the multitude.  We get in private what we distribute in public. We have access to God as his chosen favorites.  We come near to him.  He gives to us, we give to others.

Thus, dear friends, I began by setting before you a great and high mission; first, I made you say, “We cannot;” then I tried to make you say, “We must.”  And now I want to end by making you say “We can.”  Yes! Christ is with us, and we can.  God is for us, and we can.  The Holy Ghost is in us, and we can.  God the Holy Spirit calls us, Jesus Christ the Son of God cheers us, God the Father smiles upon us; we can, we must, we will.  The kingdoms of this world shall become the kingdoms of our Lord and of his Christ.  But have we believed in Christ ourselves?  If not, we can do nothing.  Come to Jesus first, then work for Jesus.  Give him your own heart first, then give him all that you have.  So shall he accept your offering, and bless your soul for his name’s sake.

Christian Grief by C. H. Spurgeon

“We grieve, but not as those who have no hope.” The exhortation here is delicately hinted at – that the sorrow of bereaved Christians for their Christian friends ought not to be at all like the sorrow of unconverted persons for their ungodly relatives.  We are not forbidden to sorrow: “Jesus wept.”  The gospel does not teach us to be Stoics; we ought to weep for it was intended that the rod should be felt otherwise we could not “hear the rod, and who hath appointed it.”  If we did not feel the stroke when our friends were taken away, we should prove ourselves worse than heathen men and publicans.  God’s grace does not take away our sensibilities, it only refines them and in some degree restrains the violence of their expression.  Still, there ought to be some difference between the sorrow of the righteous and the sorrow of the wicked.

First, there should be a difference in its vehemence. It may be natural to the unbridled passions of an ungodly man, who has lost his wife, to tear his hair, to throw himself upon the bed, to clutch the body, to declare it shall not be buried, to rave through the house, cursing God, and saying all manner of hard things of his dispensations; but that would not do for a Christian.  He must not murmur.  A Christian man may stand and weep; he may kiss the dear cold hand for the last time and rain showers of tears on the lifeless body while “pity swells the tide of love.”  But God and his religion demand that he should say, after doing this, “The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”  He may weep – he ought to.  He may sorrow – he ought to.  He may wear the habiliments of mourning – God forbid that we should ever believe in any religion which should proscribe our showing some outward signs of sorrow for our friends!  Yet we may not, and we must not, weep as others weep.  We must not always carry the red and tearful eye; we must not always take with us the face that is downcast and distressed; if we do, the world will say of us that our conduct belies our profession, and our feelings are at variance with our faith.

Again, there is another thing we must never allow to enter into our grief – the least degree of repining. A wicked man, when he sorrows for those who are gone without hope, not infrequently murmurs against God.  But it is far otherwise with the Christian: he meekly bows his head, and says, “Thy will, O God, be done.”  The Christian must still acknowledge the same gracious hand of God, whether it be stretched forth to give or to take away.  The language of his faith is, “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him; though he should take all away, yet will I not repine.”  I do not say that all Christian persons are able to maintain such a cheerful submission of spirit.  I only say that they ought, and that such is the tendency of the Christian religion; and if they had more of the Spirit of God within their hearts that would be their habitual disposition.  We may sorrow, beloved, but not with repining.  There must be resignation mixed with the regret.  There must be the yielding up, even with grateful acquiescence, that which God asks for, seeing we believe that he doth but take what is his own.

And now, there is just one further observation. I do believe that, when the Christian sorrows, he ought to be as glad as he is sorrowful. Put thy sadness in one scale and thy gladness in the other scale; then see if the reasons for praise be not as weighty as the reasons for grief.  Then thou wilt say, “She is gone; there is a tear for her.  She is in heaven; there is a smile for her.  Her body is with the worms; weep, eyes.  Her soul is with Jesus; shout, ye lips, ay, shout for joy.  The cold sod hath covered her, she is gone from my sight, she sleeps in the sad, sad grave; bring me the habiliments of mourning.  No, she is before the throne of God and the Lamb, blest for aye; lend me a harp, and let me thank my God she hath joined the white-robed host on yonder blessed plains.  O hearse and funeral, O shroud and garments of woe, ye are most fitting for her!  I have lost her, and she herself, with many a pang and struggle, hath passed through the valley of the shallow of death; but O joyous face!  O songs of gladness!  O shouts of rapture! ye are equally becoming! — for when she passed through the valley of the shallow of death, she did fear no evil, for thy rod and thy staff did comfort her.  Now, beyond the reach of death’s alarms, she doth bathe her soul in seas of bliss; she is with her Lord.”  It is well to have a little singing as well as weeping at a funeral; it well becomes the burial of the saints.  Angels never weep when saints die; they sing.  You never heard a saint say when he was dying, “There are angels in the room; hark! you can hear them sobbing, because I am dying.”  No; but we have often heard a saint say, “There are angels in the room, and I can hear them singing.”  That is because angels are wiser than we are.  We judge by the sight of our eyes and the hearing of our ears; but angels judge after another fashion.  They “see and hear and know” the joys of the blest and therefore they have no tears, but they have songs for them, and they sing loudly when the Christian is carried home, like a shock of corn fully ripe.

And now, beloved, we shall soon all of us die. In a few more years, I shall have a gravestone above my grave.  Some of you, hope, will say, “There lies our minister, who once gathered us together in the house of God and led us to the mercy-seat, and joined in our song.  There lies one who was often despised and rejected of men, but whom God did nevertheless bless to the salvation of our souls, and sealed his testimony in our hearts and consciences by the operation of the Holy Ghost.”  Perhaps some of you will visit my tomb, and will bring a few flowers to scatter on it, in glad and grateful remembrance of the happy hours we spent together.  It is quite as probable that your tombs will be built as soon as mine.  Ah, dear friends! should we have to write on your tombstones, “She sleeps in Jesus,”  “He rests in the bosom of his Master,” or should we have to speak the honest truth, “He has gone to his own place?”  Which shall it be?  Ask yourselves, each one of you, where will your soul be?  Shall it mount up there,

“Where our best friends, our kindred, dwell,

Where God our Savior reigns;” —

or

“Shall devils plunge you down to hell,

In infinite despair?”

You can ascertain which it will be; you can tell it by this: Do you believe on the Lord Jesus Christ?  Do you love the Lord Jesus?  Do you stand on Christ, the solid rock?  Have you built your hope of heaven alone on him?  Have you, as a guilty sinner, cast yourself at his mercy-seat, looking to his blood and righteousness, to be saved by them, and by them alone?  If so, fear not to die; ye shall be safe, whenever the summons comes to you.  But if not, tremble, tremble!  You may die tomorrow – you must die one day.  It will be a sad thing so to die as to be lost beyond recovery.  May God Almighty grant that we may be all saved at last, for Jesus’ sake!  Amen.

Heaven by D. L. Moody

Heaven by D. L. Moody

Some time ago, on my way to a meeting, a friend asked what was to be my subject.  I told him I thought I would preach about Heaven.  He seemed much disappointed and replied that he was in hopes I should talk about something practical, and that there would be time enough to talk about heaven when we got there.

Now, I think if God did not want us to know anything about heaven, He would not have written so much about it.  And if heaven is to be our future home, we should try to learn all we can about it, so that we may be living more for it.  If we were about to emigrate to a distant land, we should never tire hearing about it.  We should wish to know all about its people, its climate and resources, its schools and institutions, its advantages for children, and its prospects for business.  There would be nothing relating to the country that would not interest us.  And when we are going to spend eternity in another world, can we know or hear too much about it?

Christians are often asked why they address their prayers upwards, as if God’s dwelling-place were any more above than around them.  But I think it is right to locate heaven and to locate it above.  In the twenty-sixth chapter of Deuteronomy we read, “Look down from thy holy habitation, from heaven, and bless thy people Israel.”  Look down from heaven.  Then in Genesis we are told that God “went up” from talking with Abraham — went up.  And Christ himself, the only One who can really tell us about heaven, for He has been there, what does He say?  In the third chapter of John you find the words, “No man hath ascended up to heaven but He that came down from heaven, even the Son of Man which is in heaven.  “In the seventh chapter of Mark, again we are told that, “looking up to heaven, He sighed.”  And when His work was over here, and He was just returning to the many mansions of His Father’s house, standing in the midst of the loved ones for whom He was going to prepare a place, “Behold, He was taken up, and a cloud received Him out of their sight.”

Heaven is the dwelling place of God. This, after all, is the great point.  It matters little how far away it is.  God is there, and that is enough.  And we may be sure that it is not so far away but that He can hear the humblest sigh of prayer or watch the gathering tears of penitence trembling on the sinner’s cheek.  And man, too, can look from earth to heaven.  When God opens his eyes, and draws aside the veil, like Stephen, He can see right into it.  “He being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up steadfastly into heaven, and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God, and said, Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the Son of Man standing on the right hand of God.”  Stephen found out the secret of the attractiveness of heaven.  He saw Christ at the right hand of God.  The King in his beauty was there and that makes heaven.  Someone being asked what he expected to do when he got to heaven replied that he would take one good look at Christ for about five hundred years, and then he might look round and see the apostles, and saints, and martyrs.  And it seems to me that one glimpse of Him who loved us and washed us in His blood will repay us for all we can suffer here in this dark world.

A little child, whose mother was dying, was taken away to live with some friends because it was thought she did not understand what death is.  All the while the child wanted to go home and see her mother.  At last, when the funeral was over and she was taken home, she ran all over the house, searching the sitting-room, the parlor, the library, and the bedrooms.  She went from one end of the house to the other and when she could not find her mother, she wished to be taken back to where they brought her from.  Home had lost its attractions for the child when her mother was not there.  My friends, the great attraction in heaven will not be its pearly gates, its golden streets, nor its choir of angels, but it will be Christ.  Heaven would be no heaven if Christ were not there.  But we know that He is at the right hand of the Father, and those eyes shall gaze on Him by-and-by; and we shall be satisfied when we awake with his likeness.

But the company of heaven is more varied still — our friends are there.  God the Father is there, Christ the Son is there, angels are there, and in Revelation 7 we read of “a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people and tongues.”  We read of the redeemed who stand “before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands.”  Yes, we have friends in heaven.

A bereaved father asked me the other day if I thought the little one he had lost had gone to be with Jesus.  I could only tell him what David said when he lost his sons.  “I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.”  It is a very sweet thought to me and it must be to you also who have lost little ones, that the King can take better care of them than we can.  If we could look into the eternal city we should see the Shepherd leading them by the green pastures and the still waters.  He will care for each little lost lamb Himself far better than its own fond mother; and is it not sweeter for them to be forever with the Lord than down in this sad land of suffering and sin?   Our friends are not lost, just gone before.  They have had “the desire to depart and to be with Christ, which is far better” and He has gratified it.  Although to live was to live for Christ, yet to be with Him, was, even with Paul “far better.”

But there is more in heaven still. Once the disciples had been out preaching and met with wonderful success.  They had great power, had cast out devils, and worked many miracles.  They came back greatly elated.  Like workers in a great revival, they say to one another, “Is not this glorious?”  But Christ says, “Do not rejoice at that. I will tell you what to rejoice about.  In this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject to you but rather rejoice that your names are written in heaven.”  What a glorious thought is this?  Our names are written in heaven.  We may be sure of it.  If the children of God are not to know that their names are written in heaven how are they to rejoice?  If there had been any doubt about it, how could the disciples have rejoiced when Christ told them to rejoice?  It is our privilege, if we are Christians, not only to know it, to be quite sure of it, but to rejoice in it.

The grand question of life is, Is my name written in heaven? Is my name in the Book of Life?  Not, Is it in the Church record?  That record may not be kept in the same way that the record in heaven is kept.  And there may be names in the Church record which have never been written in heaven.  But it is God’s record we are talking about.  God keeps a record, a book of the lost and a book of the saved, a book of the living and a book of the dead.  Which book is your name in?  Can you rejoice this moment that your name is written in the Book of Life?  Weigh the question well.  It is very important.  For “Whosoever was not found written in the Book of Life was cast into the lake of fire.”  “And there shall in no wise enter into it anything that defileth it, neither whatsoever worketh an abomination or maketh a lie; but they which are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life.”

Some friends, lately, in traveling, arrived at an English hotel, but found that it had been full for days.  They were turning away to seek accommodation elsewhere when a lady of the party bade the others adieu and expressed her intention to remain.  “How can that be,” they asked, “when you hear the hotel is full?”  “Oh.” she replied, “I telegraphed on ahead a number of days ago and my room has been secured.”  My friend, send on your name ahead and the door of heaven can never be shut against you.  Be sure it is a wise precaution.  Then everything will be ready for you.  And when the journey of life is over, you will mount up as with angel wings and inherit the kingdom prepared from the foundation of the world.  Many are spending their time and strength for a home down here with its shallow luxuries and fleeting joys.  But what will all the mansions of earth do for you if you have secured no title to a mansion in the sky?

A soldier, wounded during our last war, lay dying in his cot.  Suddenly the deathlike stillness of the room was broken by the cry, “Here! Here!” which burst from the lips of the dying man.  Friends rushed to the spot and asked what he wanted.  “Hark,” he said, “they are calling the roll of heaven, and I am answering to my name.”  In a few moments once more, he whispered, “Here!” and passed into the presence of the King.

If we have made sure that our own names are written in heaven, the next most important thing is to be sure that our children’s names are there. The promise is not unto you only but unto your children.  Mother, is the name of that boy of yours written in the Lamb’s Book of life?  Is it not better that your children’s names should be written there than that you should secure for them great possessions on this dark earth?  Oh, I pity the son who has never had an interest beyond the grave; but more the mother who has never told him of the rest that remaineth for the people of God.  May God make fathers and mothers more faithful and true to their solemn charge that their children may grow up to be a blessing to the world and that they meet at last, an unbroken circle, in heaven!

Whenever I think about this subject, two fathers come before me.  One lived on the Mississippi river.  He was a man of great wealth.  Yet he would have freely given it all could he have brought back his eldest boy from his early grave.  One day that boy had been borne home unconscious.  They did everything that man could do to restore him, but in vain.  “He must die,” said the doctor.  “But, doctor,” said the agonized father, “can you do nothing to bring him to consciousness, even for a moment?”  “That may be,” said the doctor; “but he can never live.”  Time passed and after a terrible suspense the father’s wish was gratified.  “My son,” he whispered, “the doctor tells me you are dying.”  “Well,” said the boy, “you never prayed for me, father; won’t you pray for my lost soul now?”  The father wept.  It was true he had never prayed.  He was a stranger to God.  And in a little while that soul, unprayed for, passed into its dark eternity.  Oh, father! if your boy was dying and called on you to pray, could you lift your burdened heart to heaven?  Have you learned this sweetest lesson of heaven or earth, to know and hold Communion with your God?  And before this evil world has marked your dearest treasures for its prey, have you learned to lead your little ones to a children’s Christ?

What a contrast is the other father!  He, too, had a lovely boy and one day he came home to find him at the gates of death.  “A great change has come over our boy,” said the weeping mother; “he has only been a little ill before, but it seems now as if he were dying fast.”  The father went into the room and placed his hand on the forehead of the little boy.  He could see the boy was dying.  He could feel the cold damp of death.  “My son, do you know you are dying?”  “No; am I?”  “Yes; you are dying.”  “And shall I die today?”  “Yes, my boy, you cannot live till night.”  “Well, then, I shall be with Jesus tonight, won’t I, father?”  “Yes, my son, you will spend tonight with the Savior.”  As he turned away, the little fellow saw the tears trickling over his father’s cheeks.  “Don’t weep for me, father,” he said; “when I get to heaven I will go right to Jesus, and tell that ever since I can remember you have tried to lead me to Him.”  God has given me one little boy and if God should take him, I would rather have him carry such testimony as that to my Master, than have all the wealth of the world rolled at his feet.

Mothers and fathers, the little ones may begin early; be in earnest with them now.  You know not how soon you may be taken from them, or they may be taken from you.  Therefore let this impression be made upon their minds that you care for their souls a million times more than for their worldly prospects.  And if you yourself have never thought how little it would profit you to gain the whole world and lose your own soul, I beseech you not to let another sun go down before you are able to say that your name has been in heaven.