Sermon 481. A Drama in Five Acts
Delivered on Sunday Morning, November 23rd, 1862, by
Rev. C. H. SPURGEON,
At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington
"But this I say, brethren, the time is short: it remaineth, that both they that have wives be as though they had none; Andthey that weep, as though they wept not; and they that rejoice, as though they rejoiced not; and they that buy, as thoughthey possessed not; And they that use this world, as not abusing it: for the fashion of this world passeth away."-1 Corinthians 7:29-31.
HOLY SCRIPTURE SELDOM gives a special rule for each particular case, but it rather instructeth us by general principles applicableto all cases. To meet every distinct moral emergency which could possibly arise, and solve every separate problem of action,would require rather a library than a volume. To men who are taught of the Spirit of God, general principles are far morevaluable than special precepts, and I am half persuaded that it is so with all persons; for it isless difficult to apply a general principle to a peculiar case than it is to find out exactly what the particular casemay be, and what the special rule applicable to it. In writing to the Church at Corinth the apostle had to answer severalquestions with regard to marriage; whether, for instance, it was not better in those persecuting times, when men often hadto flee suddenly from their houses, that they should remain unmarried; whether, again, supposing a person became a Christianaftermarriage, it was lawful for him to separate from the person with whom he was unequally yoked; and several other questionsas to fitting action in certain extraordinary positions. To these the apostle answers with an "I suppose," or again, "Howbeit,for this speak I, not the Lord;" as if he felt himself quite out of his element in attempting to meet every case; but soonhe lands on sure ground in the verses before us, and seems to say, "Whatever may be the answers which I ought to give to thesespecial questions, of this one thing I am quite sure; I say positively and without any doubt that the time is short, andtherefore it remaineth, whether ye are married or not, whether ye weep or whether ye rejoice, whether ye buy or whether yesell, that ye should act in all these things as knowing, their temporary and unsubstantial character."
Dear brethren, the important lesson which we endeavor to teach this morning is just this-that because time is so short, andthe things of this world so frail and fleeting, it becomes us always to look at the things which are seen in their true character,and never to build substantial hopes on unsubstantial comforts, nor seek for solid joy from unreal things.
In order that I may make this matter very plain, and may be the more likely to enlist your attention, and to secure the friendshipof your memories in future years, I intend this morning to take you to a play. Strange thing for me to do, who have never crossed the threshold of a theater on any occasion, good or bad! Yet this morningI shall seat you in front of the stage, and I shall put the worldling side by side with you while the five acts are performed. Ishall next invite you to attend in the character of a Christian, to look through the whole and discern its emptiness; then, in the third place, I shall point you to the curtain which is quite sure to drop upon the scene; and then we will walk out of this theater of unreal show, this fashion of this world which passeth away, and see what there is to do in this world which is real, practical, and lasting.
Do not suppose that the idea of taking you to a theater this morning is original on my part; it is in my text. "The fashionof this world passeth away,"-the word translated "fashion" is borrowed from the changing scenes of the drama; where the splendidpageantry vanishes as the scene changes. Nor will you think Holy Scripture too severe in its comparison, when I remind youthat one of the world's own poets has said
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players."
Nor will the most precise among you complain of the levity of a metaphor which is sanctioned by Apostolic use; but I trustyou will all cheerfully listen, while in simple words I tell the story which the bard of the sanctuary has sung in flowingverse.
"This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?"
I. WE WILL WITNESS "THE FASHION OF THIS WORLD" AS IT PASSES BEFORE US, LISTENING TO THE WORLDLING'S COMMENT.
The first act introduces those that have wives. It opens with a wedding. The bride and bridegroom advance to the altar in bridal attire. The bells are ringing; crowds are cheering at the door, whileoverflowing mirth is supreme within. In another scene we observe domestic happiness and prosperity, a loving husband and ahappy wife. Yet, further on in the performance, rosy children are climbing the father's knee; the little prattlers are lispingtheirmother's name. "Now," says our companion as he gazes with rapture, "This is real and enduring, I know it is; this willsatisfy me; I crave for nothing more than this. Home is a word as sweet as heaven, and a healthy happy race of children is as fine a possession as even angels can desire. Onthis rock will I build all my hope; secure me this portion, and I cheerfully renounce the dreamy joys of religion." We whisperin his ear that all this is but a changing scene, and will by-and-byepass away, for time is short, and wife and children are dying creatures. The man laughs at us, and says, "Fanatics andenthusiasts may seek eternal joys, but these are enough me." He believes that if there be anything permanent in the universeit is marrying and being given in marriage, educating and bringing up a family, and seeing them all comfortably settled. Heis right in valuing the blessing, but wrong in making it his all. Will he see his error before the curtain falls? Or will hecontinue to found the hopes of an immortal spirit upon dying joys? See the green mounds in the cemetery, and the headstone,with "Here he lies." Alas for thee, poor deluded worldling, where is thy soul now? Doth it console thee that the dust of thineoffspring shall mingle with thine ashes? Where hast thou now a home? What family hast thou now to care for? The first actis over; take breath and say, "This also is vanity."
The tenour of the drama changes, alas, how soon! Household joys are linked with household sorrows. They that weep are now before us in the second act. The cloudy and dark days have come. There are parents wringing their hands; a beloved child has died, and they are followingits corpse to the tomb. Anon, the merchant has suffered a tremendous loss; he puts his hand to his aching head and mourns,for he knows not what will be the end of his troubles. The wifeis smitten by the hand of death; she lies on her bed, blanched with sickness and wan with pain; there is a weeping husbandat her side, and then there is another funeral, and in the dim distance I see the black horses again and again. The woes ofmen are frequent, and sorrow's visits are not, like those of angels, few and far between. Our man of the world, who is muchmoved at this second act, foreseeing his own sorrows therein, weeps, until he fairly sobs out his feelings, clutches us withearnestness, and cries, "Surely this is awfully real; you cannot call this a fleeting sorrow or a light affliction. Iwill wring my hands for ever; the delight of my eyes has been taken from me; I have lost all my joys now; my beloved in whomI trusted has withered like a leaf in autumn before my face; now shall I despair; I shall never look up again!" "I have lostmy fortune," says the afflicted merchant, "and distress overwhelms me; this world is indeed a wilderness to me; all its flowersarewithered. I would not give a snap of my finger to live now, for everything worth living for is gone!" Sympathising deeplywith our friend, we nevertheless venture to tell him that these trials to the Christian, because they are so short and producesuch lasting good, are not killing sorrows. "Ah," says he, "you men of faith may talk in that way, but I cannot; I tell youthese are real things." Like an English sailor, who, seeing a play, sprung upon the stage to help a lady in distress,believing that the whole was real, so do such men weep and sigh, as if they were to mourn for ever, because some earthlygood has been removed. Oh that they knew that the depths of sorrow were never yet explored by a mortal mourner! Oh that theywould escape from those lower deeps where immortal spirits weep and wail amidst an emphasis of misery! The sorrows of timeare trifles indeed when compared with the pains of everlasting punishment; and on the other hand we reckon that they me notworthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. They are but light afflictions, which are but fora moment, a mere pin's prick to the man of faith. Happy is the man whose eyes are opened to see that heirs of heaven sorrownot as those who are without hope. A real joy of heavenly origin is ever with believers, and it is but the shadow of sorrowwhich falls upon them. There let the curtain drop-let us enter into an eternal state, and what and where are these temporarygriefs?
But the third act comes on, and presents us with a view of those who rejoice. It may be that the first-born son has come of age, and there are great festivities. They are eating and drinking in the servants'hall, and in the master's banquet chamber; there are high notes of joy, and many compliments, and the smiling sire is as gladas man can be. Or it is the daughter's wedding, and kind friends implore a thousand blessings on her head, and the fathersmilesand shares the joy. Or it is a gain in business, a fortunate speculation; or the profits of industry have come flowingin, slowly perhaps, but still surely, and the man is full of rejoicing; he has a house, and home, and friends, and reputation,and honor, and he is, in the eyes of all who know him, happy; those who do not know him, think he has no cares, that he canhave no sorrows, that his life must be one perpetual feast, and that, surely there can be no spot in his sun, no winter inhisyear, no ebb to follow his floods. Our friend by our side is smiling at this sunny picture. "There," says he, "is notthat real? Why, there must be something in that! What more do you want? Only let me get the same, and I will leave you thejoys of faith, and heaven, and immortality, to yourselves; these are the things for me; only let me laugh and make merry,and you may pray as you will. Fill high the bowl for me; put the roast and the viands on the table, and let me eat and drink,forto-morrow I die." If we gently hint to our friend that all this passes away like a vision of the night, and that we havelearned to look on it as though it were not, he laughs us to scorn, and accounts us mad when he is most mad himself. As forourselves, so far from resting upon the softest couch that earth can give us, we spurn its vain delights.
"There's nothing round this spacious earth
That suits my large desire;
To boundless joy and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.
Where pleasure rolls its living flood,
From sin and dross refined,
Still springing from the throne of God,
And fit to cheer the mind."
But the fourth act of the drama is before us, and they that buy demand our attention. The merchant is neither a mourner nor a man of mirth; in the eyes of certain Mammonites he is attendingto the one thing needful, the most substantial of all concerns. Here feast your eyes, ye hard, practical, earth-scrapers.There are his money-bags; hear how they thump on the table! There are the rolls of bonds, the banker's books, the title-deedsof estates, mortgages andsecurities, and the solid investment in his country's own console. He has made a good thing of life, and still he adheresbusiness, as he should do; and, like a painstaking man, he is accumulating still and piling up his heap, meanwhile addingfield to field and estate to estate, till soon he will possess a whole county. He has just now been buying a large and veryfine house, where he intends to spend the remainder of his days, for he is about to retire from business; the layover is busymaking out the transfer; the sum of money is waiting to be paid, and the whole thing is as good as settled. "Ah! now,"says our friend, who is looking on at the play, "you are not going to tell me that this is all a shadow? It is not; thereis something very solid and real here, at least, something that will perfectly satisfy me." We tell him we dare say thereis something that will satisfy him, but our desires are of a larger span, and nothing but the infinite can fill them. Alasfor the man who can find satisfaction in earthly things! It will be only for a time; for when he comes to lie upon hisdying-bed, he will find his buyings and his sellings poor things wherewithal to stuff a dying pillow; he will find that hisgainings and his acquisitions bring but little comfort to an aching heart, and no peace to a conscience exercised with thefear of the wrath to come. "Ah, ah!" he cries, and sneers sarcastically, putting us aside as only fit for Bedlam, "Let metrade andmake a fortune, and that is enough for me; with that I shall be well content!" Alas, poor fool, the snow melts not soonerthan the joy of wealth, and the smoke of the chimney is as solid as the comfort of riches.
But we must not miss the fifth act. See the rich man, our friend whom lately we saw married, whom we then saw in trouble, afterwards rejoicing and then prosperingin business, has entered upon a green old age; he has retired, and has now come to use the world. You will notice that in my text this is the last act of the drama. The world says he has been a wise man and has done well,for all men will praise thee when thou doest well for thyself. Now he keeps aliberal table, a fine garden, excellent horses, and many servants, he has all the comforts in fact that wealth can command,and as you look around his noble park, as you gaze at his avenue of fine old trees, or stay a day or two at the family mansionand notice all its luxuries, you hear your friend saying, "Ay, there is something very real here; what do you think of this?"When we hint that the gray hairs of the owner of all these riches betoken that his time is short, and that if this be allhe has he is a very poor man, for he will soon have to leave it, and that his regrets in leaving will make his death morepitiable than that of a pauper, our friend replies, "Ah! ah! you are always talking in this way. I tell you this is not aplay. I believe it is all real and substantial, and I am not, by any talking of yours, to be made to think that it is unsubstantialand will soon be gone." O world, thou hast fine actors, to cheat men so well, or else mortal man is an easy fool, taken inthy net like the fishes of the sea. The whole matter is most palpably a mere show, but yet men give their souls to winit. Wherefore, O sons of men, are ye thus beside yourselves? "Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread? andyour labor for that which satisfieth not?"
Dear friends, I have put before your mind's eye a fair picture of that which men who live by sight and not by faith regardas being the chief end of man, and the real object of his being. It is to be married; to pass through the trials and joysof life with decency, to trade and grow rich, and at last to use the comforts of this world without abuse: a very comfortableand quiet picture, by no means the representation we should have to present before you of the profligate,He profane, the dissolute, or the debauched. There is nothing here but what is proper and right, and yet everything isimproper and everything becomes wrong at once if these be thought to be the substantial things for which an immortal spiritis to spend its fires, and for which an undying soul is to exhaust its powers.
II. Let us now take the CHRISTIAN VIEW OF THIS DRAMA.
"Life is real; life is earnest:" it is real thus far to the Christian, it is real for work and activity for God; it is real in thesolemn responsibility which it brings; it is real in the gratitude which we owe to God for the comforts which he is pleasedto bestow; it is real to us so far as we can see God therein, and can turn everything to God's glory. The unreality of thisworld to a Christian, is found in the fact that time is short. This is the wandwhich torches the substance and makes it, before the eye of wisdom, dissolve into a shade. Time is short!
When the apostle declares that they that have wives, should be as though they had none, he does not teach us to despise the marriage state, but not to seek our heaven in it,nor let it hinder our serving the Lord. It is supposed that there are some things which a man without a wife and family cando-those things the man with a wife and family should do. It is supposed that a man without a wife can give his time to thecause of God: the man with a wife should do thesame, and he will not find it difficult to do so if God hath blessed him with one who will second all his holy endeavors.It is supposed that a man without a wife has no care: a man with a wife should have none, for he should cast all his careson God who careth for him. "He that careth not for his own house is worse than a heathen man and a publican;" and yet theapostle says, in the verse following my text, "But I would have you without carefulness;" for we should learn to live by faith.Theman who has a large family, and many things to exercise his mind, should yet, through the teaching of the Holy Spirit,lye as quietly and comfortably as though he had none, depending and resting by simple faith upon the providence and goodnessof God. Then, again, it is supposed that an unmarried man will find it easier to die, for there will be none of that sorrowat leaving his beloved family: the man with a wife and family should, by faith, find it just as easy since the promise runs,"Leave thy fatherless children, and let thy widows trust in me." Full of the same faithful tenderness and affection whichanother husband would exhibit, and even excelling in love and kindness, yet the Christian should look up to the divine Lordwho is the husband of the widow, and with confidence leave his offspring, and bid them trust in his God. May God the HolyGhost teach us how to walk in our households, loving ever and yet remembering that all our kindred shall pass away.
Again, there is the second act-weeping. Every Christian man must weep; but the Apostle says that our sorrows are to be regarded by us, because time is short, as though they were no sorrows at all. A man who knows that his trials will not last long, can be cheerful under them. If he sees a Father's hand in the midst ofevery adversity, and believes that when he is tried he shall come forth like gold from the furnace; if he knows with the Psalmistthat "weepingmay endure for the night, but that joy cometh in the morning," why then grief has lost its weight, and sorrow has lostits sting; and while the man weeps he yet rejoices, seeing the rainbow of the covenant painted on the cloud. Happy man, who,under bereavement, under crosses, and losses, can still cast his burden upon God, and can say, "Although the fig tree shallnot blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; theflockshall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy inthe God of my salvation!" The Christian man is bound to live above his sorrows; he weeps, for "Jesus wept;" he may mourn,for the faithful have been mourners often, but he must not so mourn and weep as to be eaten up with grief; over the tops ofthe rolling waves he must see the haven of peace, and rejoice evermore.
So is it in the third part. The Christian has his rejoicings, and he is not forbidden to be happy; indeed, he is commanded to rejoice; and the things of this life he may freely enjoywith the double zest of the mercy itself, and of the God who gave it to him. But still, believer, in all thy joys, remember to hold them with a loose hand. Never so hold thy joys as if they were all in all to thee. Though it be wife, or child, or property, or health, or wealth,or fame, still ever stand ready to surrender all into thy Father's hand, feeling that these, after all, are not thy joys;that thou hast better springs to drink from than those which earth's summers can dry up, and that thou hast rivers of pleasuredeeper and broader than any which earth's winter shall be able to freeze. Do thou still stand steadily to this, that, as earthcannot cast thee down to despair, so it cannot lift thee up so as to make thee forget thy God. Learn in these things torejoice as though thou hadst them not, and let this be thy solace, that thy name is written in heaven.
So, too, in the matter of buying and possessing. It is not wrong for a Christian to trade and to trade well. I cannot see any reason why a Christian should be a fool; infact, those who are fools in business are very often a great dishonor to the Christian religion, for a fool is very oftenfirst-cousin, if not father, to a knave. But, still, while we buy and sell it should always be thus-"This is not my real trade;this is not the way in which I really get rich,for my treasure is beyond the skies, where moth devours not, and where rust cannot consume." Handle these things, brethren,knowing that they take to themselves wings and flee away; look at them as transient objects which are to be used and sanctifiedin the passing, not your own, but lent to you for a time; to be repaid at last, with interest, in the day when the Mastersaith, "Give an account of thy stewardship, for thou mayest be no longer steward." A man may be as rich as Croesus, and hiswealth will never hurt him if he does not hold it with a tight hand; and a man may be as happy as happiness can make himhere, and yet it will not hurt him if he learns to keep it under his feet. But oh! when one's rejoicings or possessions getthe upper hand of us there is as dreadful a drowning in a sea of pleasure as in a sea of misery. Keep before your mind thewords of our sweet singer-
"To thee we owe our wealth and friends,
And health, and safe abode;
Thanks to thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.
What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod!
There's nothing here deserves my joys,
There's nothing like my God."
The last scene is the using of the things of this life. The creatures of God are given us to be used. John the Baptist may be an ascetic, but the Son of Man is come eating and drinking.The Christian man knows that the mercies which God has given him are to be used, but while he uses them he must use them as though he did not use them. That is a high philosophy which I fear me not many of us have learned, the philosophy of the apostle when he said, "I havelearned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound." Thatman is the fullgrown and true Christian whom circumstances cannot alter! He trusts in God when he is penniless, and he trustsin his God just the same when he is rich; he rests on God when he can enjoy nothing, and he rests on him just the same whenhe can enjoy everything; he learned to build on the Rock of Ages when he had no comfort, and he builds on the Rock of Agesnow,when he has every comfort! This, I take it, is where the apostle would have us brought. To the true Christian the thingsof this world are only real so far as they involve responsibility; but, seeing that time is short, he looks on life as menlook upon a play; he sees a monarch strut, and he says, "Ah! he is to pull off his robes behind the stage!" He sees a peasantor a beggar, and he smiles and thinks of the time when the king and the peasant shall be equal, and the servant and his lordshall stand before one tribunal to give an account of the things done in the body. Send your souls longing after realand unchanging joys, for these splendid, gaudy, shifting scenes, mock the beholder and delude his hopes. Gorgeous as the colorsof the bubble, and quite as frail, farewell ye worthless things, our spirit leaves you for eternal mansions in the skies.
III. And now, dear friends, I want your attention a few minutes while I point you to THE CURTAIN WHICH IS SOON TO DROP UPONALL THESE THINGS, it bears this short device, "TIME IS SHORT."
It is very difficult to keep men in mind of the fact that they are mortal. We confess that we are mortal, but we profess byour actions that we are immortal. Said a man of eighty-two concerning another of seventy, when he wanted to buy his land andcould not get it at the price he wished-"Never mind, So-and-so is an old man, he will soon be dead, and then I'll buy it."Though he was ten or twelve years older than the other, yet the other must of course, soon die, while he,in his own thoughts, must live for many a year. How short time is! Do we not, dear friends, get more and more that impression?I am but young compared with very many of you, yet the impression constantly grows upon my mind. Why, it seems but the daybefore yesterday when I plucked the first early primrose of spring, while the flowers were breaking up from under the earth,and the buds were ready to burst from the sheath! It was only as yesterday that we were walking in the fields and wereremarking that the corn was just beginning to be tinged with the golden hue of harvest! Only a few Sabbaths ago I wastalking to you of Ruth in the harvest-fields, and of the heavily-laden waggon that was pressed down with sheaves; and nowthe leaves are almost all gone; but few remain upon the trees; these frosty nights and strong winds have swept the giantsof the forest till their limbs are bare, and the hoar frosts plate them with silver. Then, before we shall have time to burnthe winter'slog, we shall see the snow-drops and the yellow crocus heralding another spring! At what a rate we whirl along! Childhoodseems to travel in a waggon, but manhood at express-speed. As we grow older I am told that the speed increases till the gray-headedold man looks back upon all his life as being but a day; and I suppose, if we could live to be a hundred and thirty we shouldfeel the same, till, like Jacob, we should say, "Few and evil have been the days of thy servant!" and, if we could liveas long as Methuselah, I doubt not our life would appear shorter still. How time flies, not only by the measurement ofthe seasons, but by ourselves! A few days ago I trudged with my satchel on my back to school, or joined in boyish sport. How lately was it when the boybecame a youth, and must be doing something, and was teaching other boys as he had been taught in his day. It was but yesterdayI came to Park Street to address some few of you, and yet how time has fled since then, tillnow some nine years of our ministry have passed. No weaver's shuttle, no arrow from a bow, no swift post, no meteor seemsto fly at a rate so wonderful as does our life! We heard of one the other day who had seen Wesley preach, and so we find ourselvesside-by-side with the last century, and those old people have known some others in their youth who told them of the yet oldertime, and you find that going through the history of some ten or twelve persons you are carried back to the days ofWilliam the Conqueror, and you see our country taken by the Normans, and then you fly back to ancient British times aswith a thought. You no longer say, "How long the nation has existed!" for it is as a sleep. You stand by some old cliff andsee a deposit of shells, and as you remember that it may have taken a million of years to have formed that bed, you think-"Whatis man? and what is time? It is not here, but gone!" We have only to think of what time is to conclude at once that time isnot!It is but a little interlude in the midst of the vast eternity; a narrow neck of land jutting out into the great, dread,and unfathomable sea of everlastingness!
But while time is thus short, its end is absolutely sure. That curtain yonder must fall soon! It must fall; it is inevitable. I cannot prevent my death by the most regular habits of life; the most skillful physician cannot preservemy life for me; a host of angels, should they swear to make me immortal, could not! When the time comes, die I must! And,as my death is inevitable, so it may be very near. Let each man remember that! How soon it may be wecannot tell! Every Sabbath there are some in this house who are dead before the next Sabbath. I am not now venturing aguess; it is a matter of fact, a matter of fact, too, that comes under my own cognizance very frequently. According to ourpopulation and the gradual number of deaths, there must be some out of this congregation here this morning who will have gonethe way of all flesh before next Sabbath-day! There was one-I look at her seat now, and a brother sitting near by looks therewithsorrow!-who was with us one Sabbath-day, and we soon heard that she had gone to enjoy the Eternal Sabbath! At a Church-meetinglast week, no less than three of our sisters were reported as having fallen asleep in Jesus within a week. Ah! how near isdeath to us! Perhaps he now stands looking over thy shoulder, young man; God holds back his hand, but the dart of death isclose to thy heart, and soon,-ah, how soon!-may you be taken to the place appointed for all living! Go, thou strong man, andremember that thou art a mass of feebleness! Go, thou young man, and remember that death reaps green corn! Go, thou oldman, and expect the sickle! And go, thou rich man, and remember that thou shalt soon leave everything that thou hast, andthen where art thou if thou hast no treasure in heaven, if thou hast not laid up in store for immortality?
And I must add here that, to those who have no God, death, while inevitable and very near, will be most awful and tremendous! There was a dreadful story told in the papers of this last week. At the seaport town of Garliestown one day last week, certainworkmen were busy preparing a better berth for a vessel which seems to have taken the ground a little too soon. On a suddensome one raised a cry that the ship was listing over, and while some four men were able toescape, one poor fellow was unable to do so, and the ship fell upon his lower extremities and loins. Now this was thought,perhaps, to be no great danger, for they could take away the sludge and extricate him. So they began to shore the ship, andwilling hands brought ropes and blocks, and wedges, and earnest strength. But they soon discovered that the thing was impossiblefrom the nature of the bottom of the river, and from the position of the cargo, which, I suppose, they could not speedilyremove. The man was jammed under the bulwarks, and must remain fixed there without hope. There was just one awful hourbefore the coming tide would reach the spot. Well might a solemn hush succeed the frantic labors of the townsmen as deathwas seen riding on the advancing flood. The poor creature had to lie there that hour as the tide came gently in. A ministerstood his side praying with him; let us trust that his soul found peace with God! But O the terror of his position; well mighthe say,"Cover my head, that I may not see the water." Steadily the cold unpitying waters flowed on until a corpse was hiddenwhere an hour or so before a strong man labored. This is a graphic picture of the position of every ungodly man! He does notknow it, but the waves of time are coming up about him now, and we cannot help him to escape. The load of his sins is on his loins: he cannot deliver himself; the great waters of God's wrathmust swallow him up quick. O, sinner, would that I couldsave thee! Alas, it is not in my power! But there is an arm that can deliver thee; there is one who can lift the burdenoff thee, and say to thee, "Be free!" Believe in him and thou shalt never die! Trust thou in his power and rest thyself onhis love, and thou shalt escape as a bird out of the snare of the fowler; and when death cometh it shall be no death to thee,but a peaceful migration from the land of shadows to the world of substance. God help us to be wise, that we may rememberourlatter end!
I would say a few more words to the sinner. I cannot think, O worldling, why thou shouldest love this world so much when itis so soon to vanish! In the old Greek cities they had a king every year, and, because it was so poor a thing to be a kingfor only one year and then to be a common man again, all the citizens dreaded to be kings. How canst thou long to be rich,when thou art only to be rich for so short a time? When the sailor is just about to furl his sail becausehe is near the port, he will not fret himself with some little inconvenience in the ship; and wherefore art thou so sorevexed with all these little trials, when thou art so near the eternal haven? When men buy property on a short lease, theywill not give much for it, for they are only to have it for a brief term; wherefore spendest thou thy soul to buy this world?What will it profit thee, if thou gain it, if thy soul be lost? When men have a house and they are soon to leave it, theywill notlay out much in repairing it; wherefore, then, caress thou so much for thy body? Why mindest thou so much this life; the bell is even now trembling to toll for thee, and the grave is yawning that it may swallow thee up? Oh man! Oh man!I would that thou wert wise! Thou art to live for ever, for ever, for ever, either
"In flames that no abatement know,
Though briny tears for ever flow."
or else in joy beyond degree. Which shall it be with thee, man? If thou diest as thou art, O sinner, remember, there remainethnothing for thee but a fearful looking for of judgment and of fiery indignation! I pray thee by the love of God, to considerthy ways. Thus saith the Lord unto thee this day by my lips, as truly as he spake to Hezekiah by the prophet of old, "Setthy house in order, for thou shalt die and not live." How wilt thou stand, sinner, in the day when theLord cometh to make inquisition for sin, and to avenge their iniquity upon the heads of the unpardoned? Fly, sinner; Godhelp thee by his grace to fly now to yonder open door, where Jesus waits to receive thee and to put away thy sin. Whosoeverbelieveth on him is not condemned. Like as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so the Son of man is liftedup that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life.
IV. Come, come, ye wise men, rise and leave this theater, we have seen enough of it. "The fashion of this world passeth away;"and for you and for me happy shall it be when it shall have passed away for ever. But is there nothing real? Can I do nothingreal here? Is there nothing I can do that shall last for ever? Yes, the soul is lasting. Then let me see to my own soul. Let me make my calling and election sure, for I shall have been of all foolsthe most mad, if Ishall have trifled with these things and yet have neglected my soul. The Roman emperor, Claudius, once invaded Great Britain,but his performance only consisted of gathering pebbles and shells from the sea-coast. This shall be my triumph, this my solereward, if here in this world I live only to gather wealth. At the last I shall be as though I gathered pebbles, for thesethings shall be of no value to me if my soul shall perish. O Lord, by thy rich grace set me upon a sure foundation, and makeme right before thy face.
Yes, there are some real things besides my own soul. There are other men's souls. What am I doing for them? Am I teaching, am I preaching, or, if I am not doing this, am I helping others to preach? Am Idoing my best to add to the kingdom of Christ by the ingathering of immortals? Have I a sphere in the ragged school or intract distributing, or am I helping in some way or other to do good? For, if not, my life is a play, I am doing nothing real;I am only hurryinghere and there, and when it comes to the last I shall have been as a workmen that has neglected his own work to play withchildren in the streets! Dig up your buried talents, O idlers. Work while it is called to-day, O ye who are given to slumber.
Yes, there is something real-there is Christ's Church. The Church that is to shine like the stars in heaven for ever, the Bride of the Lamb-what am I doing for Her? Do I seek thegood of Jerusalem? As a member of the Church, do I contribute to its strength? Do I give of my substance to her efforts, andof my talents to her doings? Do I cast myself wholly into the arms of Christ, and work for him! Yes, there is something real-Jesus is so. Am I glorifying himhere on earth? When I see him in his poor people, do I feed him? When he shivers at my door in the garb of poverty, doI clothe him? When I know that he hath need, do I visit him? If so, I am doing real things. If I devote my life to God, toChrist, to his Church, to the souls of men, and if my own soul is saved, then I am living; but if not, I am dead while I live."Let us live while we live!" Alas! how many are dying while they live, drivelling while they live! Oh! the scores of poundswe spend on ourselves; the hundreds we give to our own comfort! And where is that? It is gone like smoke! But that whichis given to God lasts and endures; it is treasured up in God's bank; that which is given to the poor and needy is made-thoughunrighteous mammon-to be treasured up in heaven! But I know many practical persons will say, "Yes, this is a very pretty speechfor a young minister; but these ministers do not understand business; they cannot be expected to understand temporalmatters." I would to God ye understood them half so well, for our understanding in this matter we know is sound; and whenyou shall come to see these things in the light of eternity streaming between the curtains of your dying bed, you will understand,then, that there was nothing worth living for but God, and Christ, and his Church; and you will give your verdict then withmine to this, that truly to live must be Christ, or else to die never can be gain!
God add his blessing, and may some be led to trust in Jesus this morning!