REV. C. H. Spurgeon, September 20, 1857
"Things that accompany Salvation."—Hebrews 6:9.
Now, my dear hearers, this
advance-guard is so far ahead that you and I cannot see them. These are true
doctrines, but very mysterious; they are beyond our sight, and if we wish to
see Salvation, we must not stop until we see the van-guard, because they are so
far off that only the eye of faith can reach them. We must have that sacred
glass, that divine telescope of faith, or else we shall never have the evidence
of things not seen. Let us rest certain, however, that if we have Salvation we
have Election. He that believeth is elected whoever casts himself on Christ as
a guilty sinner, is certainly God's chosen child. As sure as ever you believe
on the Saviour, and go to him, you were predestinated to do so from all
eternity, and your faith is the great mark and evidence that you are chosen of
God, and precious in his esteem.
Dost thou believe? Then Election is thine.
Dost thou believe? Then Predestination is as surely thine as thou art alive.
Dost thou trust alone in Jesus? Then fear not, Redemption was meant for thee.
So then, we will not be struck with terror at that grand advance-guard that
hath already gained the celestial hill, and have prepared the place where the
elect shall for ever repose upon the bosom of their God.
II. But mark, we are about to
review THE ARMY THAT IMME DIATELY
PRECEDES SALV ATION;
and first, in the forefront of these, there marches one whose name we must
pronounce with sacred awe. It is God, the Holy Spirit. Before anything can be
done in our salvation, there must come that Third Person of the Sacred Trinity.
Without him, faith, repentance, humility, love, are things quite impossible.
Even the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ cannot save until it has been applied
to the heart by God the Holy Spirit. Before we notice the grand army, then,
that immediately precedes Salvation, let us be cautious that we do not forget
Him who is the leader of them all.
The great King, Immortal, invisible, the
Divine person, called the Holy Ghost, the Holy Spirit: it is he that quickens
the soul, or else it would lie dead for ever; it is he that makes it tender, or
else it would never feel, it is he that imparts efficacy to the Word preached,
or else it could never reach further than the ear; it is he who breaks the
heart, it is he who makes it whole: he, from first to last, is the great worker
of Salvation in us just as Jesus Christ was the author of Salvation for us. O
soul, by this mayest thou know whether Salvation has come to thine house—art
thou a partaker of the Holy Spirit? Come now, answer thou this question—hath he
ever breathed on thee? Hath he ever breathed into thee? Canst thou say that
thou hast been the subject of his supernatural influence?
For, if not, remember
except a man be born of the Spirit from above, he cannot see the kingdom of God . That
which is born of the flesh is flesh; only that which is born of the Spirit is
spirit. Thy best exertions will be all unavailing unless the Holy Ghost shall
work in thee, to will and to do of God's good pleasure. The highest efforts of
the flesh can never reach higher than the flesh, just as water of itself will
never run higher than its source. You may be moral, you may be strictly
upright, you may be much that is commendable, but unless you be partakers of
the Holy Spirit, salvation is as impossible to you as it is even to the lost.
We must be born again, and born again by that divine influence, or else it is
all in vain. Remember, then, that the Spirit of God always accompanies
Salvation.
And now, close in the rear of the
adorable Spirit follow the Thundering Legion. No sooner does God the Holy Ghost
come into the soul, than he brings with him what I have called the Thundering
Legion; and those of you that have been saved will not be at a loss to
understand what I mean. This Thundering Legion are clad in mail, their helmets
wave with horror; their speech is rough like men that come from a far country;
their faces are terrible to look upon, for they are like unto lions, and do
terribly affright the timid. Some of the men in this Thundering Legion bear
with them swords; with these swords they are to slay the sinner. For before he
can be made whole, he must be spiritually killed, the sword must pierce him,
and must slay all his selfishness before he can be brought to the Lord Jesus.
Then another body of them carry with them axes, with which they cut down the
thick trees of our pride and abase the goodly cedars of our righteousness.
There are with them those that fill up the wells with stones, and break up all
the cisterns of our carnal sufficiency, until we are driven to despair, having
all our hopes despoiled. Then come those who, with brazen trumpets, or with
trumps of ram's horns—like those who once razed Jericho level
with the ground—do blow a blast, so shrill and dread, that the sinner thinks
that even the yells of hell itself could not be more terrible. Then come those
who with lances pierce the spirit through and through; and in the rear are the
ten great guns, the artillery of the law, which, perpetually fire upon the
wounded spirit till it knows not what it is, nor what it does. My friend, has
this Thundering Legion ever come to your house?
Have they ever taken up their
quarters in your heart? For, rest assured, these are some of the "things
that accompany Salvation." What I have said is no allegory to those who
have been converted, but it may be a mystery to those who know not the Lord.
Understand, then, that the first work of God the Spirit in the soul is a
terrible work. Before a man can be truly converted, he must suffer great agony
of spirit; all our self-righteousness must be laid level with the ground, and
trampled like the miry streets. Our carnal hopes must, every one of them, be
cut in pieces, and our refuges of lies must be swept away with the hail of
God's anger. The law of God will appear terrible to the sinner when he is first
convinced of sin.
"What have I done?" he will say. Or rather, "What
have I undone? I have undone myself." See him when God the Spirit has
first convinced him of sin; you would think him mad; he is thought to be mad by
his worldly companions. He weeps day and night, tears become his meat and his
drink; he can scarcely sleep for the dreams of hell, and when he wakes he
thinks he feels it already. "Oh, the wrath to come, the wrath to come, the
wrath to come!" that seems to be ever pressing on his heart. He is like
John Bunyan's pilgrim, he has a heavy burden on his back, and he knows not how
to get rid of it, he wrings his hands and cries "What shall I do? I am
undone.
I have rebelled against God, and God is angry with me." Ah, I tell
you this Thundering Legion is a terrible thing indeed. God be praised, when
once they go out of the heart there is some joy; but whilst they are billited
in the conscience of man, I defy him to eat or drink with any mirth or joy. The
poor town of Mansoul is hung
with black all the time these rough soldiers are there. Hideous threatenings
and doleful forebodings are the sinner's only company in such a case. He seeks
to find a little hope and comfort in his own doings; down comes the hammer of
the Law, and breaks all his doings to pieces.
He thinks, well he will rest on
the couch of Indifference and Sloth; forth comes the Law, ties him to the
halberts, takes its ten-thonged whip and begins to lay on to him with all his
might till his heart bleeds again. Then comes Conscience with its brine, and
washes him all over; and he is exceedingly tormented, for even his bed is
become a bed of spikes and thorns. This Thundering Legion always precedes
Salvation. More or less of terrors every man must feel before he is converted.
Some have less, some have more; but there must be some measure of this terrible
law work in the soul, or else Salvation is not come to a man's house.
Oh, Thundering Legion, ye are
gone; we hear their trumpets and the dying echoes still appall us. We can
remember, brethren, those terrible days when they were in our house and in our
heart. They are gone. What see we in the rear of them? Close in the rear there
follows a broken heart. Look at it; do not despise it, God never despises it,
do not thou. "A broken and a contrite heart O God thou wilt not
despise." I see how this poor broken heart is broken; it is rent to its
very eye and center; it is bathed in tears; it is overwhelmed with suffering.
See its humility; it never talks about boasting now. Mark its repentance, the
sins it loved before it hates now; it speaks not about self-salvation. Hear it,
as the broken heart speaks out its broken language.
Hear it—"Lord have
mercy upon me a sinner!" Do not fear to come and look at this broken
heart; how sweetly is it perfumed! The sacred smell of a sacrifice which God
approves rises from it. Hear it, as again it speaks—"Lord, save, or I
perish." See this poor broken heart when it is in the world and at its
business; it interrupts its business with ejaculations like these—"Oh that—Ah,
ah—would that!" And when it can get alone, it pours out its heart before
God, and cries,
Unclean, unclean, and full of sin
From first to last, O Lord I've been;
Deceitful is my heart.
Oh
wash my soul in Jesus' blood; forgive me all my guilt, and I will be thy
servant for ever and ever.
Dear hearers, has this broken heart ever come to
your house? Rest assured I am speaking God's own truth, that admits of no
dispute—unless this broken heart has come within your bosom you cannot be made
partakers of Christ. The heart must first be pounded in the mortar of
conviction, and beaten in pieces with the pestle of the law, or else it never
can receive the grace of the Comforter in all its plenitude. Are you
broken-hearted to-day? Are you sorrowful at this very hour? Be of good cheer,
Salvation is not far behind. When there is once a broken heart there is mercy
very near. The broken heart is the prelude of healing. He that kills will make
whole; he that woundeth will bind up; he that smote will cure. God is looking
on thee with love, and will have mercy upon thee.
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