Sermon 301. A Blast of the Trumpet Against False Peace
Delivered on Sabbath Morning, February 26th, 1860, by the
REV. C.H. SPURGEON
At Exeter Hall, Strand.
"Peace, peace, when there is no peace."-Jeremiah 6:14.
MINISTERS ARE FEARFULLY GUILTY if they intentionally build up men in a false peace. I cannot imagine any man more greatlyguilty of blood than he who plays jackal to the lion of hell, by pandering to the depraved tastes of vain, rebellious man.The physician who should pamper a man in his disease, who should feed his cancer, or inject continual poison into the system,while at the same time he promised sound health and long life such a physician would not be one half sohideous a monster of cruelty as the professed minister of Christ who should bid his people take comfort, when, insteadthereof, he ought to be crying, "Woe unto them that are at ease in Zion: be troubled, ye careless ones." The work of the ministryis no child's play; it is a labor which might fill an angel's hands-did fill the Savior's heart. Much prayer we need thatwe may be kept honest, and much grace that we may not mislead the souls whom we are bound to guide The pilot who shouldpretend to steer a ship toward its proper haven, but who should meanwhile occupy himself below with boring holes in herkeel that she might sink, would not be a worse traitor than the man who takes the helm of a church, and professes to be steeringit towards Christ, while all the while he is ruining it by diluting the truth as it is in Jesus, concealing unpalatable truths,and lulling men into security with soft and flattering words. We might sooner pardon the assassin who stretches forth hishand under the guise of friendship, and then stabs us to the heart, than we could forgive the man who comes towards uswith smooth words, telling us that he is God's ambassador, but all the while foments rebellion in ours hearts, and pacifiesus while we are living in revolt against the majesty of heaven. In the great day when Jehovah shall launch his thunderbolts,methinks he will reserve one more dread and terrible than the rest, for some arch-traitor to the cross of Christ, who hasnot onlydestroyed himself, but led others into hell.
The motive with these false prophets is an abominable one. Jeremiah tells us it was an evil covetousness. They preached smooththings because the people would have it so, because they thus brought grist to their own mill, and glory to their own names.Their design was abominable, and without doubt, their end shall be desperate-cast away with the refuse of mankind. These whoprofessed to be the precious sons of God, comparable to fine gold, shall be esteemed as earthenpitchers, the work of the hands of the potter.
But, my dear hearers, it is a lamentable fact, that without any hireling-shepherd to cry, "Peace, peace, when there is nopeace," men will cry that for themselves. They need not the syren song to entice them to the rocks of presumption and rashconfidence. There is a tendency in their own hearts to put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter-to think well of their evilestate and foster themselves in proud conceit. No man is ever too severe with himself. We hold the scalesof justice with a very unsteady hand when our character is in the balance. We are too ready to say, "I am rich and increasedin goods," when at the game time we are naked, and poor, and miserable. Let men alone, let no deluder seek to deceive them,hush for ever every false and tempting voice, they will themselves, impelled by their own pride; run to an evil conceit, andmake themselves at ease, though God himself is in arms against them.
My solemn business this morning shall be, and O may God help me in it, drag forth to the light some of you who have been pacifyingyour own consciences, and have been crying, "Peace, peace, when there is no peace."
It is no uncommon thing with me to meet with people who say, "Well, I am happy enough. My conscience never troubles me. Ibelieve if I were to die I should go to heaven as well as anybody else." I know that those men are living in the commissionof glaring acts of sin, and I am sure they could not prove their innocence even before the bar of man; yet will these menlook you in the face and tell you that they are not at all disturbed at the prospect of dying. They laugh atdeath as though it were but a scene in a comedy, and joke at the grave as if they could leap in and out of it at theirpleasure. Well, gentlemen, I will take you at your word, though I don't believe you. I will suppose you have this peace, andI will endeavor to account for it on certain grounds which may render it somewhat more difficult for you to remain in it.I do pray that God the Holy Spirit may destroy these foundations, and pull up these bulwarks of yours, and make you feel uneasyinyour consciences and troubled in your minds; for unease is the road to ease and disquiet in the soul is the road to thetrue quiet. To be tormented on account of sin is the path to peace, and happy shall I be if I can hurl a fire-brand into yourhearts this morning; if I shall be able, like Samson, to turn at least some little foxes loose into the standing corn of yourself-conceit and set your heart in a blaze.
1. The first person I shall have to deal with this morning, is the man who has peace because he spends his life in a ceaselessround of gaiety and frivolity. You have scarcely come from one place of amusement before you enter another. You are alwaysplanning some excursion, and dividing the day between one entertainment and another. You know that you are never happy exceptyou are in what you call gay society, where the frivolous conversation will prevent you from hearingthe voice of your conscience. In the morning you will be asleep while God's sun is shining, but at night you will be spendingprecious time in some place of foolish, if not lascivious mirth. Like Saul, the deserted king, you have an unquiet spiritand therefore you can for music, and it hath its charms, doubtless, charms not only to soothe the stubborn breast, but tostill a stubborn conscience for awhile, but while its notes are carrying you upwards towards heaven, in some grand compositionofa master author, I beseech you never to forget that your sins are carrying you down to hell. If the harp should fail you,then you call for Nabal's feast. There shall be a sheep shearing, and you shall be drunken with wine, until your souls becomesas stolid as a stone. And then you wonder that you have peace. What wonder! Surely any man would have peace when his hearthas become as hard as a stone. What weathers shall it feel? What tempests shall move the stubborn bowels of a granite rock?Yousear your consciences, and then marvel that they feel not. Perhaps too, when both wine and the viol fail you, you willcall for the dance, and the daughter of Herodias shall please Herod, even though John the Baptist's head should pay its deadlyprice. Well, well, if you go from one of these scenes to another, I am at no loss to solve the riddle that there should bewith you, "Peace, peace, when there is no peace."
And now sit for your portraits, and I will paint you to the life. A company of idolaters are gathered together around an hideousimage. There sits the blood-delighting Moloch. He is heated hot. The fire blazes in his brazen center, and a child is aboutto be put into his arms to be burnt to ashes. The mother and father are present when the offspring of their own loins is tobe immolated. The little one shrieks with terror; its little body begins to consume in thisdesperate heat. Will not the parents hear the cry of their own flesh, and listen to the wailings of the fruit of theirown bowels? Ah, no, the priests of Moloch will prevent the appeal of nature! Sounding their drums and blowing their trumpetswith all their might they drown the cries of this poor immolated victim. It is what you are doing! Your soul is the victimto Satan! It is being destroyed now; and if you would but listen to its cries, if you would give yourself a little quiet,you mighthear your poor soul shrieking, "Oh! do not destroy me; put not away from me the hope of mercy; damn me not; send me not down to hell." These are shrieks that might penetrate your spirit, and startle you into wisdom. But no, you beat your drums, and sound yourtrumpets, and you have your dance and your merriment, that the noise of your poor soul may be hushed. Ah, sirs! there willbe a day when you will have to hear your spirit speak. When your cups are empty, and not a drop of water canbe given to your burning tongue-when your music has ceased, and the doleful "Miserere" of wailing souls shall be yourBlack Sanctus,-when you shall be launched for ever into a place where merriment and mirth are strangers-then you will hear the cries of your soul, but hear too late. Then shall each voice be as a dagger sticking in your souls. When your conscienceshall, "Remember, thou hadst thy day of mercy; thou hadst thy day of the proclamation of the gospel, but thou didstreject it," then thou wilt wish, but wish in vain, for thunders to come and drown that still small voice, which shallbe more terrible in the ears than even the rumbling of the earthquake or the fury of the storm. Oh that ye would be wise andnot fritter away your souls for gaiety. Poor sirs, poor sirs! There are nobler things for souls to do than to kill time-asoul immortal spending all its powers on these frivolities. Well might Young say of it, it resembles ocean into tempest tossed,towaft a feather or to drown a fly. These things are beneath you; they do no honor to you. Oh that you would begin to live!What a price you are paying for your mirth-eternal torment for an hour of jollity-separation from God for a brief day or twoof sin! Be wise, men, I beseech you; open your eyes and look about you. Be not for ever madmen. Dance not for ever on thisprecipice, but stop and think. O Spirit of the loving God! stay thou the frivolous, and dart a burning thought into his soulthat will not let him rest until he has tasted the solid joy, the lasting pleasure which none but Zion's children know.
2. Well, now I turn to another class of men. Finding that amusement at last has lost al its zest, having drained the cup ofworldly pleasure till they find first satiety, and then disgust lying at the bottom, they want some stronger stimulus, andSatan who has drugged them once, has stronger opiates than mere merriment for the man who chooses to use them. If the frivolityof this world will not suffice to rock a soul to sleep, he hath a yet more hellish cradle for thesoul. He will take you up to his own breast, and bid you suck therefrom his own devilish and Satanic nature that you maythen be still and calm. I mean that he will lead you to imbibe infidel notions, and when this is fully accomplished, you canhave "Peace, peace, when there is no peace." When I hear a man saying, "Well, I am peaceful enough, because I am not fool enough to believe in the existence of a God, or in a world to come, I cannotimagine that this old story book of yours-thisBible-is true," I feel two thoughts within my soul, first, a disgust of the man for his dishonesty, and secondly, a pity for the sad disquietudethat needs such dishonesty to cover it. Do not suspect the man of being honest. There are two sorts of infidels, one sortare such fools that they know they never could distinguish themselves by anything that was right, so they try and get a littlefictitious glory by pretending to believe and defend a lie. There are another set of men who areunquiet in their consciences; they do not like the Bible because it does not like them; it will not let them be comfortablein their sins, it is such an uneasy book to them; they did put their heads upon it once, but it was like a pillow stuffedwith thorns, so they have done with it, and they would be very glad if they could actually prove it to be untrue, which theyknow they cannot. I say then, I at once despise his falsehood, and pity the uneasiness of his conscience that could drivehim tosuch a paltry shift as this, to cover his terrors from the eyes of others. The more the man brags, the more I feel hedoes not mean it; the louder he is in his blasphemies, the more he curses, the better he argues, the more sure I am that heis not sincere, except in his desire to stifle the groans of his uneasy spirit. Ah, you remind me with your fine arguments,of the Chinese soldiers. When they go out to battle, they carry on their arm a shield with hideous monsters depicted uponit, andmaking the loudest noise they can, they imagine their opponents will run away instantly, alarmed by these amazing manifestations.And, so you arm yourself with blasphemies and come out to attack God's ministers, and think we will run away because of yoursophistries. No, we smile upon them contemptuously. Once, we are told, the Chinese hung across their harbour, when the Englishwere coming to attack them, a string of tigers' heads. They said: "These barbarians will never dare to pass theseferocious heads." So do these men hang a string of old, worn-out blasphemies and impieties and then they imagine thatconscience will not be able to attack them, and that God himself will let them live at peace. Ah sir, you shall find the red-hotbullets of divine justice too many and too terrible for your sophisms. When you shall fall under the Arm of the Eternal God,vain will be your logic then. Dashed to shivers, you will believe in the omnipotence, when you are made to feel it; you willknow his justice when it is too late to escape from its terror. Oh, be wise, cast away these day dreams. Cease to shutthy soul out of heaven; be wise, turn thee unto God whom thou hast abused. For "All manner of sin and blasphemy, shall beforgiven unto man." He is ready to forgive you, ready to receive you, and Christ is ready to wash your blasphemy away. Now,to-day, if grace enable you, you may be an accepted child of that God whom you have hated, and pressed to the bosom of thatJehovahwhose very existence you have dared to deny. God bless these words to you: if they have seemed hard, they were only meantto come home to your conscience; an affectionate heart has led me to utter them. Oh, do not this evil thing. Suck not in theseinfidel notions; destroy not your soul, for the sake of seeming to be wise, stop not the voice of your conscience by thosearguments which you know in your inmost soul are not true, which you only repeat in order to keep up a semblance ofconsistency.
3. I shall come now to a third class of men. These are people not particularly addicted to gaiety, nor especially given toinfidel notions; but they are a sort of folk who are careless, and determined to let well alone. Their motto is, "Let tomorrowtake care for the things of itself; let us live while we live; let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we die." If their consciencecries out at all, they bid it lie still. When the minister disturbs them, instead of listening towhat he says, and so being brought into a state of real peace, they cry, "Hush! be quiet! there is time enough yet; Iwill not disturb myself with these childish fears: be still, sir, and lie down." Ah! and you have been doing this for years,have you? Whenever you have heard an earnest powerful sermon, you have gone home and labored to get rid of it. A tear hasstolen down your cheek now and then, and you have despised yourself for it. "Oh!" you say, "it is not manly for me to thinkof thesethings." There have been a few twitches at times which you could not help, but the moment after you have your heart likea flint, impenetrably hard and stony. Well sir, I will give you a picture of yourself. There is a foolish farmer yonder inhis house. It is the dead of night: the burglars are breaking in-men who will neither spare his life nor his treasure. Thereis a dog down below chained in the yard, it barks and barks, and howls again. "I cannot be quiet," says the farmer, "my dogmakes too much noise." Another howl, and yet another yell. He creeps out of bed, gets his loaded gun, opens the window,fires it, and kills the dog. "Ah! it is all right now," he mutters; he goes to bed, lies down, and quietly rests. "No hurtwill come," he says, "now; for I have made that dog quiet. Ah! but would that he could have listened to the warning of thefaithful creature. Ere long he shall feel the knife, and rue his fatal folly. So you, when God is warning you-when your faithfulconscience is doing its best to save you-you try to kill your only friend, while Satan and Sin are stealing up to thebedside of your slothfulness, and are ready to destroy your soul for ever and ever. What should we think of the sailor atsea who should seek to kill all the stormy petrels, that there might be an end to all storms? Would you not say, "Poor foolishman! why those birds are sent by a kind providence to warn him of the tempest. Why needs he injure them? They cause not thetumult; it is the raging sea." So it is not your conscience that is guilty of the disturbance in your heart, it is yoursin, and your conscience, acting true to its character, as God's index in your soul, tells you that all is wrong. Would thatye would arise, and take the warning, and fly to Jesus while the hour of mercy lasts.
To use another picture. A man sees his enemy before him. By the light of his candle he marks his insidious approach. His enemylooks fierce and black upon him, and is seeking his life. The man puts out the candle, and then exclaims, "I am now quiteat peace." This is what you do. Conscience is the candle of the Lord, it shows you your enemy; you try to put it out by saying,"Peace, peace." Put the enemy out, sir I put the enemy out! God give you grace to thrust sin out! Ohmay the Holy Spirit enable you to thrust your lusts out of doors! Then let the candle burn; and the more brightly itslight shall shine, the better for your soul, now and hereafter. Oh! up ye sleepers, ye gaggers of conscience, what mean you?Why are you sleeping when death is hastening on, when eternity is near, when the great white throne is even now coming onthe clouds of heaven when the trumpet of the resurrection is now being set to the mouth of the archangel-why do ye sleep!why willye slumber? Oh that the voice of Jehovah might speak and make ye wake, that ye may escape from the wrath to come!
4. A fourth set of men have a kind of peace that is the result of resolutions which they have made, but which they will nevercarry into effect. "Oh," saith one, "I am quite easy enough in my mind, for when I have got a little more money I shall retirefrom business, and then I shall begin to think about eternal things." Ah, but I would remind you that when you were an apprentice,you said you would reform when you became a journeyman; and when you were a journeyman, youused to say you would give good heed when you became a master. But hitherto these bills have never been paid when theybecame due. They have every one of them been dishonored as yet, and take my word for it, this new accommodation bill willbe dishonored too. So you think to stifle conscience by what you will do by-and-bye. Ah, but will that by-and-bye ever come?And should it come, what reason is there to expect that you will then be any more ready than you are now. Hearts grow harder,singrows stronger, vice becomes more deeply rooted by the lapse of years. You will find it certainly no easier to turn toGod then than now. Now it is impossible to you, apart from divine grace; then it shall be quite as impossible, and if I might say so, there shall be more difficulties in the way then than even there are now. What think you is the value of these promises which you have made in the court of heaven? Will God take your word again,and again, and again,when you have broken it just as often as you have given it? Not long ago you were lying on your bed with fever, and ifyou lived you vowed you would repent. Have you repented? And yet you are fool enough to believe that you will repent by-and-bye,and on the strength of this promise, which is not worth a single straw, you are crying to yourself "peace, peace when thereis no peace." A man that waits for a more convenient season for thinking about the affairs of his soul, is like the countrymanin Aesop's fable, who sat down by a flowing river, saying, "If this steam continues to flow as it does now for a littlewhile it will empty itself, and then I shall walk over dry-shod." Ah, but the stream was just as deep when he had waited dayafter day as it was before. And so shall it be with you. You remind me by your procrastination of the ludicrous position ofa man who should sit upon a lofty branch of some tree with a saw in his hand, cutting away the branch on which he was sitting.This is what you are doing. Your delay is cutting away your branch of life. No doubt you intend to cover the well whenthe child is drowned and to lock the stable door after the horse is stolen. These birds in the hand you are losing, becausetheir may be some better hour, some better bird in the bush. You are thus getting a little quiet, but oh, at what a fatalcost! Paul was troublesome to you, and so you played the part of Felix, and said, "Go thy way for this time, when I have amoreconvenient season I will send for thee." Conscience was unquiet, so you stopped his mouth with this sop for Cerberus;and you have gone to your bed with this lie under your pillow, with this falsehood in your right hand-that you will be betterby-and-bye. Ah, sir, let me tell you once for all, you live to grow worse and worse. While you are procrastinating, time isnot staying, nor is Satan resting. While you are saying, "Let things abide," things are not abiding, but they are hasteningon.You are ripening for the dread harvest, the sickle is being sharpened that shall cut you down, and the fire is even nowblazing into which your spirit shall be cast for ever.
5. Now I turn to another class of men, in order that I may miss none here who are saying, "Peace, peace, when there is nopeace." I do not doubt but that many of the people of London enjoy peace in their hearts, because they are ignorant of thethings of God. It would positively alarm many of our sober orthodox Christians, if they could once have an idea of the utterignorance of spiritual things that reigns throughout this land. Some of us, when moving about here andthere, in all glasses of society, have often been led to remark, that there is less known of the truths of religion thanof any science, however recondite that science may be. Take as a lamentable instance, the ordinary effusions of the secularpress, and who can avoid remarking the ignorance they manifest as to true religion. Let the papers speak on politics, it isa matter they understand, and their ability is astonishing, but, once let them touch religion, and our Sabbath-school childrencould convict them of entire ignorance. The statements they put forth are so crude, so remote from the fact, that we areled to imagine that the presentation of a fourpenny testament to special correspondents, should be one of the first effortsof our societies for spreading the gospel among the heathen. As to theology, some of our great writers seem to be as littleversed in it as a horse or a cow. Go among all ranks and classes of men, and singe the day we gave up our catechism, and oldDr.Watts' and the Assemblies ceased to be used, people have not a clear idea of what is meant by the gospel of Christ. Ihave frequently heard it asserted, by those who have judged the modern pulpit without severity, that if a man attended a courseof thirteen lectures on geology, he would get a pretty clear idea of the system, but that you might hear not merely thirteensermons, but thirteen hundred sermons and you would not have a clear idea of the system of divinity that was meant to be taught.I believe that to a large extent that has been true. But the great change which has passed over the pulpit within thelast two years, is a cause of the greatest thankfulness to God; and we believe will be a boon to the church and to the worldat large. Ministers do preach more boldly than they did. There is more evangelical doctrine I believe preached in London now,in any one Sunday, than there was in a month before. But still there is in many quarters a profound ignorance as to the thingsofChrist. Our old Puritans-what masters they were in divinity! They knew the difference between the old covenant and the new; they did not mingle works and grace together. They penetrated intothe recesses of gospel truth; they were always studying the Scriptures, and meditating on them both by day and night, andthey shed a light upon the villages in which they preached, until you might have found in those days as profound theologiansworking upon stone heaps, as you can find incolleges and universities now a days. How few discern the spirituality of the law, the glory of the atonement, the perfectionof justification, the beauty of sanctification, and the preciousness of real union to Christ. I do not marvel that we havea multitude of men who are mere professors and mere formalists, who are nevertheless quite as comfortable in their minds asthough they were possessors of vital godliness, and really walked in the true fear of God.
There was not-I speak of things that were-there was not in the pulpit a little while ago, a discernment between things thatdiffer; there was not a separating between the precious and the vile. The grand cardinal points of the Gospel, if not denied,were ignored. We began to think that the thinkers would overwhelm the believers, that intellectuality and philosophy wouldoverthrow the simplicity of the Gospel of Christ. It is not so now, I do, therefore, hope, that asthe Gospel shall be more fully preached, that as the words of Jesus shall be better understood, that as the things ofthe kingdom of heaven shall be set in a clearer light, this stronghold of a false peace, namely, ignorance of Gospel doctrines,shall be battered to its foundations, and the foundation-stones themselves dug up and cast away for over. If you have a peacethat is grounded on ignorance, get rid of it; ignorance is a thing, remember, that you are accountable for. You are notaccountable for the exercise of your judgment to man, but you are accountable for it to God. There is no such thing astoleration of your sentiments with Jehovah; I have no right to judge you; I am your fellow-creature. No State has any rightto dictate what religion I will believe; but nevertheless, there is a true gospel, and there are thousands of false ones.God has given you judgment, use it. Search the Scriptures, and remember that if you neglect this Word of God, and remain ignorant,your sins of ignorance will be sins of wilful ignorance, and therefore ignorance shall be no excuse. There is the Bible,you have it in your houses; you can read it. God the Holy Spirit will instruct you in its meaning; and if you remain ignorant,charge it no more on the minister; charge it on no one but yourself, and make it no cloak for your sin.
6. I now pass to another and more dangerous form of this false peace. I may have missed some of you, probably; I shall comecloser home to you now. Alas, alas, let us weep and weep again, for there is a plague among us. There are members of our churches who are saying, "Peace, peace, when there is no peace." It is the part of candour to admitthat with all the exercise of judgment, and the most rigorous discipline, we cannot keep our churches free from hypocrisy.Ihave had to hear, to the very breaking of my heart, stories of men and women who have believed the doctrines of election,and other truths of the gospel, and have made them a sort of cover for the most frightful iniquity. I could, without uncharitableness,point to churches that are hot-beds of hypocrisy, because men are taught that it is the belief of a certain set of sentimentsthat will save them, and not warned that this is all in vain without a real living faith in Christ. The preacherdoes as good as say, if not in so many words: "If you are orthodox, if you believe what I tell you, you are saved; ifyou for a moment turn aside from that line which I have chalked out for you, I cannot be accountable for you; but if you willgive me your whole heart, and believe precisely what I say, whether it is Scripture or not; then you are a saved man." Andwe know persons of that cast, who can have their shop open on a Sunday, and then go to enjoy what they call a savoury sermonin theevening; men who mix up with drunkards, and yet say they are God's elect; men who live as others live, and yet they comebefore you, and with brazen impudence, tell you that they are redeemed by the blood of Christ. It is true they have had adeep experience, as they say. God save us from such a muddy experience as that! They have had, they say, a great manifestationof the depravity of their hearts, but still they are the precious children of God. Precious, indeed! Dear at any price thatanyman should give for them. If they be precious to anybody, I am sure I wish they were taken to their own place, for theyare not precious to any one here below, and they are not of the slightest use to either religion or morality. Oh! I do notknow of a more thoroughly damnable delusion than for a man to get a conceit into his head, that he is a child of God, andyet live in sin-to talk to you about grace, while he is living in sovereign lust-to stand up and make himself the arbiterof whatis truth, while he himself contemns the precept of God, and tramples the commandment under foot. Hard as Paul was on suchman in his time-when he said their damnation is just-he spoke a most righteous sentence. Surely, the devil gloats over menof this kind. A Calvinist I am, but John Calvin never taught immoral doctrine. A more consistent expositor of Scripture thanthat great reformer I believe never lived, but his doctrine is not the Hyper-Calvinism of these modern times, but is asdiametrically opposed to it as light to darkness. There is not a word in any one of his writings that would justify anyman in going on in iniquity that grace might abound. If you do not hate sin, it is all the same what doctrine you may believe.You may go to perdition as rapidly with High-Calvinistic doctrine as with any other. You are just as surely destroyed in anorthodox as in a heterodox church unless your life manifests that you have been "begotten again unto a lively hope by theresurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead."
7. I have but one other class of persons to describe, and then I shall have done when I have addressed a few solemn sentencesof warning to you all. There remains yet another class of beings who surpass all these in their utter indifference to everythingthat might arouse them. They are men that are given up by God, justly given up. They have passed the boundary of his longsuffering.He has said, "My spirit shall no more strive with them;" "Ephraim is given unto idols, lethim alone." As a judicial punishment for their impenitence, God has given them up to pride and hardness of heart. I willnot say that there is such an one here-God grant there may not be such a man-but there have been such to whom there has beengiven a strong delusion, that they might believe a lie, that they might be damned because they received not the gospel ofChrist. Brought up by a holy mother, they perhaps learned the gospel when they were almost in the cradle. Trained by theexample of a holy father, they went aside to wantonness, and brought a mother's grey hairs with sorrow to the grave. Nevertheless,conscience still pursued them. At the funeral of that mother, the young man paused and asked himself the question, "Have Ikilled her! have I brought her here?" He went home was sober for a day, was tempted by a companion, and became as bad as ever.Another warning came. He was seized with sickness; he lay in the jaws of the grave; he woke up; he lived, and lived asvilely as he had lived before. Often did he hear his mother's voice-though she was in the grave, she being dead yet spoketo him. He put the Bible on the top shelf-hid it away; still, sometimes a text he had learned in infancy used to thrust itselfin on his mind. One night as he was going to some haunt of vice, something arrested him, conscience seemed to say to him,"Remember all that you have learned of her." He stood still, bit his lip a moment, considered, weighed chances. Atlast he said, "I will go if I am lost." He went, and from that moment it has often been a source of wonder to him thathe has never thought of his mother nor of the Bible. He hears a sermon, which he does not heed. It is all the same to him.He is never troubled. He says, "I don't know how it is; I am glad of it; I am as easy now and as frolicsome as ever a youngfellow could be." Oh I I tremble to explain this quietude; but it may be-God grant I may not be a true prophet-it may be thatGodhas thrown the reins on your neck, and said, "Let him go, let him go, I will warn him no more; he shall be filled withhis own ways; he shall go the length of his chain; I will never stop him." Mark! if it be so, your damnation is as sure asif you were in the pit now. O may God grant that I may not have such a hearer here. But that dread thought may well make yousearch yourselves, for it may be so. There is that possibility; search and look, and God grant that you may no more say, "Peace,peace, when there is no peace."
Now for these last few solemn words. I will not be guilty this morning, of speaking any smooth falsehoods to you, I wouldbe faithful with each man, as I believe I shall have to face you all at God's great day, even though you heard me but oncein your lives. Well, then, let me tell you that if you have a peace to-day which enables you to be at peace with your sinsas well as with God, that peace is a false peace. Unless you hate sin of every sort, with all your heart, youare not a child of God, you are not reconciled to God by the death of his Son. You will not be perfect; I cannot expectyou will live without sin, but if you are a Christian you will hate the very sin into which you have been betrayed, and hateyourself because you should have grieved your Savior thus. But if you love sin, the love of the Father is not in you. Be youwho you may, or what you may,-minister, deacon, elder, professor, or non-professor-the love of sin is utterly inconsistentwith the love of Christ. Take that home, and remember it.
Another solemn thought. If you are at peace to-day through a belief that you are righteous in yourself, you are not at peacewith God. If you are wrapping yourself up in your own righteousness and saying, "I am as good as other people, I have keptGod's law, and have no need for mercy," you are not at peace with God. You are treasuring up in your impenitent heart wrathagainst the day of wrath; and you will as surely be lost if you trust to your good works, as if you hadtrusted to your sins. There is a clean path to hell as well as a dirty one. There is as sure a road to perdition alongthe highway of morality, as down the slough of vice. Take heed that you build on nothing else but Christ; for if you do, yourhouse will tumble about your ears, when most you need its protection.
And, yet again, my hearer, if thou art out of Christ, however profound may be thy peace, it is a false one; for out of Christthere is no true peace to the conscience and no reconciliation to God. Ask thyself this question, "Do I believe on the LordJesus Christ with all my heart? Is he my only trust, the simple, solitary rock of my refuge?" For if not, as the Lord my Godliveth, before whom I stand, thou art in the gall of bitterness, and in the bonds of iniquity, anddying as thou art, out of Christ, thou wilt be shut out of heaven; where God and bliss are found, thy soul can never come.
And now, finally, let me beseech you, if you are at peace in your own mind this morning, weigh your peace thus: "Will my peacestand me on a sick bed?" There are many that are peaceful enough when they are well, but when their bongs begin to ache, andtheir flesh is sore vexed, then they find they want something more substantial than this dreamy quietness into which theirsouls had fallen. If a little sickness makes you shake, if the thought that your heart is affected, orthat you may drop down dead in a fit on a sudden-if that startles you, then put that question of Jeremy to yourself, "Ifthou hast run with the footmen and they have wearied thee, what wilt thou do when thou contendest with horses? and if in theland of peace wherein thou hadst trusted they have wearied thee, what wilt thou do in the swellings of Jordan? If sicknessmake thee shake what will destruction make thee do?" Then again, put the question in another light. If your peace is goodforanything, it is one that will bear you up in a dying hour. Are you ready to go home to your bed now to lie there and neverrise again? For remember, that which will not stand a dying bed will never stand the day of judgment. If my hope begins toquiver, even when the skeleton hand of Death begins to touch me, how will it shake, "When God's right arm is nerved for war,and thunders clothe his cloudy ear?" If death makes me startle, what will the glory of God do? How shall I shrink into nothing,and fly away from him in despair! Then often put to thyself this question, "Will my peace last me when the heavens arein a blaze, and when the trembling universe stands to be judged?"
Oh my dear hearers, I know I have spoken feebly to you this morning; not as I could have wished, but I do entreat you if whatI have said be not an idle dream, if it be not a mere myth of my imagination; if it be true, lay it to heart, and may Godenable you to prepare to meet him. Do not be wrapping yourselves up, and slumbering, and sleeping. Awake, ye sleepers, awake!Oh! that I had a trumpet voice to warn you. Oh! while you are dying, while you are sinking intoperdition, may I not cry to you; may not these eyes weep for you! I cannot be extravagant here, I am acquitted of beingenthusiastic or fanatical on such a matter as this. Take to heart, I beseech you, the realities of eternity. Do not for everwaste your time. "Oh, turn ye, turn ye; why will ye die, O house of Israel." Listen, now, to the word of the Gospel, whichis sent to you. "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and ye shall be saved." For "he that believeth and is baptized shall besaved,"while the solemn sentence remains, "He that believeth not shall be damned."