Sermon 575. The Pierced One Pierces The Heart
DELIVERED ON SUNDAY MORNING, JUNE 19, 1864, BY THE REV. C. H. SPURGEON, AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.
"And I will pour upon the house of Da vid and upon the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the spirit of Grace and of supplications:and they shall look upon Me whom they have pierced and they shall mourn for Him, as one mourns for his only son and shallbe in bitterness for Him, as one that is in bitternessfor his first-born." Zechariah 12:10.
THIS prophecy, first of all, refers to the Jewish people. And I am happy that it confirms our hearts in the belief of thegood which the Lord will do unto Israel. We know of a surety, because God has said it, that the Jews will be restored to theirown land and that they shall inherit the goodlycountry which the Lord has given unto their fathers by a Covenant of salt forever. But, better still, they shall be convertedto the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ and shall see in Him the house of David restored to the throne of Israel. The day iscoming when they shall see inJesus of Nazareth, that Messiah for whom their saints looked with joyful expectation, of whom the Prophets spoke with rapture,but who was despised and rejected of their blinded sires.
Happy day! Happy day! When our Jewish Brethren shall all be found worshipping before the Lord of Hosts through their greatHigh Priest, who is a Priest forever, after the order of Melchizedek! We must remember the prophecy concerning this thing.We must enquire of the Lord concerning His promise.We must expect its fulfillment, labor for it and then beyond a doubt, when the due season shall have arrived, Israel shallown her king and upon the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem the Spirit of Grace and supplication shall be pouredout.
We intend to hear our text, upon the present occasion, as it speaks to ourselves. A great mistake is very common among allclasses of men-it is currently believed that we are, first of all, to mourn for our sins and then to look by faith to ourLord Jesus Christ. Most persons who have anyconcern about their souls but are not as yet enlightened by the Spirit of God think that there is a degree of tendernessof conscience and of hatred of sin which they are to obtain, somehow or other, and then they will be permitted and authorizedto look to Jesus Christ. Now youwill perceive that this is not according to the Scripture, for, according to the text before us men first look upon Himwhom they have pierced and then, but not till then, they mourn for their sin!
This is the common folly of men-they look for the effect in order to produce the cause. They forget the old proverb and putthe cart before the horse. But our text plainly indicates what is the cause, and puts it first, assuring us that the effectwill follow. Repentance is in no sense atitle to faith in Christ. It is, on the other hand, a legitimate consequence of faith. In certain diseases the surgeon aimsat producing an outward eruption which carries off the internal poison and so assists in the cure. But no man would be justifiedin refraining from medicaladvice until he could see the eruption in his skin-that being a healthy sign, a prognostic of cure-a result of medicine,and by no means a preparation for it.
So repentance is the bringing into our own sight the sin which lurks within. It is a result of the medicine of faith. Butwe should be foolish, indeed, if we refused to believe until we saw in ourselves that repentance which only faith can produce!That repentance which is unattended by faith inthe Lord Jesus is an evil repentance which works wrath and only sets the soul at a greater distance from God than it wasbefore. Sweet, heart-melting, reconciling repentance brings the soul to love the Lord and to hope in His mercy-this preciousgem always glitters on the handof faith and nowhere else.
Without faith it is impossible to please God. And consequently an unbelieving repentance has nothing in it acceptable to God.Unbelieving repentance may be so deep as to drive us to hang ourselves, like Judas, but its only result would be to securefor us Judas's doom. Without faith, if our heartscould break-if our eyes could become perpetual fountains of tears-our repentance would in no way whatever be regarded byGod except as a continuance of our sin. We would really be rejecting the Lord Jesus and setting up our own bitterness of soulin competition with thefinished work of our
Lord Jesus Christ. Let us be quite clear on this point, then, to start with, that it is not mourning for sin which causesor prepares the way for our looking to Christ.
It is our looking to Jesus which makes us weep and mourn for Him and works in us the sweet bitterness of true repentance.We will consider three points-first, what there is in a sight of the Pierced One to make us mourn. Secondly, what is the characterof true mourning for sin. And thirdly,what is that which connects Jesus and this true mourning. The text tells us that looking does it all-"They shall look uponMe whom they have pierced and they shall mourn for Him."
I. WHAT IS THERE IN A SIGHT OF JESUS TO MAKE US MOURN FOR SIN? Let us not answer this question merely in a doctrinal fashion.But as we proceed let us pray that the Holy Spirit may bring our minds to feel the melting force of the great Sacrifice onCalvary so that we may bedew His Cross with tearsof holy penitence. Come with me, Brethren, to Golgotha's terrible mount of doom that we may sit down and watch the death-pangsof the great Lover of men's souls. There on that transverse wood bleeds the Incarnate Son of God. His head yields ruby dropswhere the crown of thorns haspierced it.
His hands and feet flow with rivulets of blood. His back is all one wound. His face is marred with bruises and filthy withthe spittle of the mockers. His hair has been plucked from His cheeks. His eyes are bloodshot. His lips are parched with fever.His whole body is a mass of concentrated agony.He hangs yonder in physical pain impossible to be fully described, while the misery of His soul, crushed beneath the wheelsof the chariot of Justice, constitutes a woe far more terrible. His soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death, whileHis body is as a cup full to the brimwith grief-what if I say a sponge saturated with infinite miseries?
While Jesus bleeds on yonder tree, our hearts bleed, too. If we have tears at any time, let us shed them now, for now or nevermust we weep. The first cause for deep sorrow lies in the excellency of the Sufferer's Person. He who hangs there is no otherthan that Son of God before whom angels veiltheir faces with their wings. He is Lord of Heaven and earth- concerning Him the Father said of old, "Let all the angelsof God worship Him." At His behests the cherubim and seraphim fly to the utmost verge of space, glad to be the messengersof His good pleasure. He is theLight and Brightness of Heaven, the express Image of his Father's Glory.
"Without Him was not anything made that was made," and by Him all things consist. And yet the King of Heaven lays aside Hiscrown, strips Himself of His purple, takes off His golden rings, becomes an Infant of a span long and after a life of sufferingyields Himself to a slave's death upon thewretched gibbet of the Cross! My Soul, do you not sorrow that so Divine a Person should sink so low? Think of the purityof His Character as Man! In Him was never any sin and yet He suffers! His whole life was spent in doing good. UnselfishlyHe spared not Himself.
And now men do not spare Him their worst cruelty! He gives food to the hungry, health to the sick, life to the dead. He hasnot time for Himself so much as to eat bread. He shuns no labor for the good of others. He seeks no ease for Himself. Andyet the men whom He would bless conspire to curseHim! He lives a life of perfect holiness, in no way causing any to offend. His life is the pure light of the sun of love,it has no darkness whatever in it. His acts are as a river flowing with crystal streams of loving kindness, untainted by selfishnessor ambition. And yet Hebleeds! Heaven's brightest Jewel is cast into the mire-earth's purest Gold is trod in the streets. He who is of Heaven theSun, suffers an eclipse! He who is of earth the brightest Star, is hidden beneath black clouds.
O You Immaculate Man, shall I see You bleed without compassion? O You Almighty God, shall I see You Incarnate in the flesh,suffering throes and pangs unworthy of Your Godhead, without feeling the commiseration of my soul stirred towards You? Canwe, Brethren, think of the beauty of our Lordwithout being filled with bitterness of soul for Him? Shall those eyes which are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,which once were washed with milk, now be drowned in tears of blood? His cheeks, which are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers-shallthese be given tothem that pluck off the hair? Those hands which are set with jewels, shall they be pierced? Shall His legs, which are aspillars of marble set upon sockets of fine gold become all bespattered with the stream of His heart's gore?
Oh, here is sorrow if you will! That precious casket of His body, so rich that Heaven's treasures and earth's wealth togethercould not furnish such another! That dear case of jewels is cast out as an unclean thing and made a Victim without the camp!O, who will give me tears? I weep, I must weepfor my sins!-
"My sins, my hateful, cruel sins, His chief tormentors were! Each of my crimes became a nail, And unbelief the spear. 'Twas you that pulled the vengeance down, Upon his guiltless head,Break, break my heart! O burst my eyes, And let my sorrows bleed."
All human eyes, if they were forever full of tears, could not express the woe that One so glorious, so pure, so loving, socondescending, should in His own world find no shelter, and among His own creatures find no friends! But contrariwise, inthis world be racked upon the Cross and among Hiscreatures meet His murderers! This should make us mourn bitterly for sin.
Look up again, my Soul, and perhaps another word may help to melt you, stubborn though you are. Let us remind ourselves ofHis sufferings. Remember Gethsemane? In that garden His soul is exceedingly sorrowful. Though He is not in labor, but simplyin the exercise of prayer, a sweat comes streamingfrom every pore-not the common sweat of men who toil, but, O God, it is a sweat of blood! "He sweat, as it were, great dropsof blood falling down to the ground." The pains of Hell alone can furnish a fit parallel for the awful misery of Christ thatnight. And perhaps eventhere such sufferings were never sustained as Christ endured in the garden! Betrayed by His chosen friend, He is hurriedaway to the Sanhedrim and there accused of blasphemy.
Oh, cruel charge against the Son of the Highest! Then He is dragged away to Pilate and then away to Herod, to be slanderedbefore both tribunals. Meanwhile, they scourge His back with the scourge, the very thought of which is enough to make a manshudder-it is said to have been made of thesinews of oxen intertwisted with pieces of sharp and ragged bone-so that every blow tore through the flesh to the very bone.He is scourged thus and then beaten with rods. He is set upon a mimic throne and crowned with thorns. They spit in His face.They insult His Person.They bow the knee and say, "Hail, King of the Jews." They buffet Him with their hands. Shame never descended to a lowerdepth-mockery could devise nothing worse than that crown of thorns and that reed scepter.
Away they hound Him, tearing off the purple robe which must have glued itself to His bleeding flesh-they roughly tear it away.And then they put on His own garments and hasten Him to the malefactor's Tyburn. Rudely they strip Him. Cruelly they flingHim down. Savagely they pierce His handsand His feet. They lift up His Cross and dislocate His every bone with the jar given to it, as it is fastened in the earth.They sit down to look at Him in derision and gloat over His pains. The weight of the body tears the nails through His handsand when the weight falls upon Hisfeet, the nails force themselves in long wounds through the nerves of His blessed feet!
Fever is brought on by His fearful wounds. He is faint with pain. His mouth is dried like an oven. In His extremity, He cries,"I thirst!" They thrust vinegar into His mouth-that is the only comfort they will render Him-vinegar mingled with gall! Thehot sun scorches Him until He cries,"All My bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax. It is melted in the midst of My bowels. My strength is dried up likea potsherd. And My tongue cleaves to My jaws. And You have brought Me into the dust of death."
Even the light is denied Him. He hangs shivering in midday-midnight. The thick darkness did but express the darkness whichmight be felt which covered all His soul. His agonies had become so intense that they must not be beheld by any onlooker.The darkness, therefore, formed as it were, a secretchamber wherein Christ might do battle with His direst griefs. Griefs like Himself, immense, unknown. Godlike sorrows nowhold fast the Son of God-only His Deity enabled Him to sustain the struggle. The storm passes and at last, shouting, "It isfinished," with bowed head, Hegives up the ghost.
Have we no tears for such sorrows as these? Shall we have no mourning for such griefs? How is it that if we read the storyof a common man, suffering by his own folly, we freely weep? And over the silly story of a love-sick maid we will feel ourpity stirred? But here on Calvary, where the King ofHeaven is tortured with unutterable woe, tormented with sorrows so tremendous that they overtop all other griefs as a mountainexceeds the molehills, we are like flints or steel and scarcely feel compassion move? O God, pour out upon us the spirit ofgrief and commiseration, that wemay mourn for Him-
"Strike, mighty Grace, my flinty soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drowns my eyes In agonizing woe."
Perhaps we have not come to the very center of heart-breaking thought. The wonder is that Jesus Christ should suffer thusas the result of sin-of our sin. A young man ran away from home and left his aged mother that he might plunge into sin-aftera few shameful years he came back to hiscountry and sought his home. When he knocked at the cottage door he asked for his mother, but she was not there. "What namedid you say, Sir? She died years ago." "And how did she die?" Well, they say she had a son who treated her with cruelty andat last left her to indulge his ownevil passions. She could not bear it, for she loved him much. She sickened and no one could comfort her. She died, theysay, of a broken heart. And that is her grave over the hedge yonder in the Churchyard."
Well might the sinner turn away with reeling brain and wish himself under the turf at her side. "I slew my mother by my sins."If he weeps not at this he must be a devil, indeed. Jesus Christ, my Lord, hangs on that tree slain by my sins- shall I notsorrow now? Had I never sinned, there hadbeen no need of a Savior for me. Had we never rebelled against God, there would have been no sword of vengeance to plungeinto His heart-
"Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree?"
This is sad, indeed. Can you get the thought, my dear Friends, that you made Christ die-yes, you-if there were no other man.You could not, if there had been only you to save-you could not enter Heaven without the dying groans of that Savior. Theremust be an Atonement made noless than His great Sacrifice for you and you alone. Therefore take the whole of it to yourself, and now, will you not sorrowat the sight of the pierced Savior?
Let us remember, too, as we continue at the foot of the Cross, that Jesus Christ does not merely suffer for sin but He suffersFOR YOU. I do not know, but perhaps this may be the heart-breaker with some who never did repent of sin before. O you wholook to Him believingly, Jesus Christ loves yourpoor guilty soul at such a rate that He suffers all this for you! I pray you as you look to Him dying upon the Cross, forgetnot that every drop yonder flows for you. How could you have despised Him who died for you! Determined to save you He wentdown to the very lowest depths tobring you up and yet you have heard the Gospel and neglected it! You have lived all these years in sin! You have been dayafter day a neglector of the Word of God, perhaps a Sunday-breaker! It may be a swearer, using this very name of Christ tocurse by and yet He suffered this foryou.
O believing Sinner, for you these wounds, for you that sweat of gore, for you that Cross, for you that spear, for you thatmangled frame lying in the tomb motionless in the grasp of death! Will not this make you feel that you cannot any longer harborthe lusts which are the enemies of Christ, butthat you must cast out, once and for all from your soul, these cruel foes which made the Savior bleed? While I am talkingupon this theme, I feel more than at any other time in my own life my own insufficiency. I cry as Elijah did, "Woe is me!For I am undone, because I am a man ofunclean lips and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips!"
O, it needs an angel's tongue to tell out a Savior's grief! Yes, even a seraph might fail. It needs the Savior Himself totell you in worthy words how He suffered and what was the love which led Him through the woe. Surely the Cross makes sin hatefulwhen we see it by the light of the Spirit of allTruth. One more remark here upon this first point. It should make us mourn for sin when we think that this suffering ofChrist for us can be attributed to nothing else than His own marvelous love towards us who were so undeserving. What couldhave brought Christ from on high exceptmotives of pure affection? Can you conjecture any other cause? Did He want Glory?
My Brothers and Sisters, was not the Glory of Heaven enough for Him? Besides, if it could have been possible for Him to needGlory, is He not Omnipotent? Could He not, in a moment, have created ten thousand thousand worlds filled with inhabitantsall too glad to be permitted to sing His praise?Could He gain anything, let me ask you, by coming here below? And was there anything in you or me to merit what He did?Far, far away be the accursed thought of my merit! But even if we could merit anything, could we merit this Sacrifice? Couldwe merit that bloody sweat? O Virtue,you could never merit this! No, heroism at its highest point and self-sacrifice sublime to its most exalted degree couldnever merit that the Son of God should die!
Sin accomplished what Virtue could not. Sin brings the Savior from on high-Virtue never could have procured this. Ah, Brethren,the love of Jesus must have been a strange love, indeed. We have heard of men who out of love to some poor countrywoman haveleft their kingdom and their throne tofollow her poverty and lift her up ultimately to their wealth. But who ever heard of the equal of this? That God's own Son,"though He was rich, yet for our sakes He became poor, that through His poverty we might be made rich"? Worms were never raisedso high above their meanestfellow worms and therefore they could never stoop as Christ did! If an angel could die for ants, that would look like condescension-butfor Christ to die for men is more wondrous by far!
If the noblest cherubim before the Throne should shed his heart's blood for a poor insect, you would think it marvelous! Butfor God Himself to take a creature's form, to bleed for such insignificant, despicable, worthless things as men- this is awonder which has set Heaven ringing eversince it was known and will make eternity echo with shouts of praise. Surely, dear Friends, if nothing else can make usloathe sin and weep before God, this should do so. And yet, I confess, I spoil the theme. When Mark Anthony brings out thebody of Julius Caesar, he excites thesympathies of the Roman people by the sight of the mantle of the murdered man.
He makes them weep and then he cries, "What? Do you weep when you but behold your Caesar's vesture wounded! Look you here-hereis himself-marred, as you see, by traitors." Such speech puts tongues into the silent stones of Rome! Whereas, alas, I, poorworthless creature as I am, talk ofmy Master, stabbed by ourselves, bleeding out of love to us, at so poor a rate that I cannot stir your souls, nor scarcemy own! Almighty Spirit, well is it written that You will come to give the spirit of supplication, for except You shall come,we shall neither look to Christ, norweep, nor mourn because of Him!
II. Secondly WE ARE TO SPEAK UPON WHAT TRUE MOURNING FOR SIN IS. It is not necessarily feeling great terrors nor frightfultears. There is no need that you should doubt the mercy of God-all these things may come with repentance, as smoke attendsfire, but they are not a part of it. They oftenspoil repentance-they cannot make it more acceptable.
1. True mourning for sin is the work of the Spirit of God. There is no mourning until first the Spirit is poured out. Thenmen look and then they mourn. Repentance is too choice a flower to grow in Nature's garden. If you have one sigh after Christ-ifyou have one particle of hatred ofsin-God the Holy Spirit must have given it to you, for poor human nature with its utmost strain can never reach to a spiritualthing. "That which is born of the flesh is flesh. And that which is born of the Spirit is spirit." True repentance, then,must come from on high.Lord, send it to us now!
2. True repentance has a distinct and constant reference to the Lord Jesus Christ. If you repent of sin without looking toChrist, away with your repentance! If you are so lamenting your sin as to forget the Savior, you have need to begin all thiswork over again. Whenever we repent of sin we musthave one eye upon sin and another upon the Cross. Or, better still, let us have both eyes upon Christ, seeing our sin punishedin Him and by no means let us look at sin except as we look at Jesus. A man may hate sin just as a murderer hates the gallows-butthis does not proverepentance. If I hate sin because of the punishment, I have not repented of sin-I merely regret that God is just.
But if I can see sin as an offense against Jesus Christ and loathe myself because I have wounded Him, then I have a true brokennessof heart. If I see the Savior and believe that those thorns upon His head were plaited by my sinful words. If I believe thatthose wounds in His heart were pierced bymy heart sins. If I believe that those wounds in His feet were made by my wandering steps and that the wounds in His handswere made by my sinful deeds-then I repent of sin after a right fashion. Only under the Cross can you repent. Repentance elsewhereis remorse which clingsto the sin and only dreads the punishment. Let us then seek, under God, to have a hatred of sin caused by a sight of Christ'slove.
3. True repentance is real and often intense in its bitterness. The text tells us it is a sorrow like that of one who weepsfor his only son. A son is a gift from God. A good son, especially, is a treasure to his father's heart. But here is a deadson before me-I think I hear the father'scries, "O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would God I had died for you, O Absalom, my son, my son!" Here I see anonly son, which was not David's case, for he had Solomon yet spared to him.
I think I see the woman at the gate of Nain with her only son carried out to be buried, making much lamentation, with grievouspomp of heartfelt woe. Yes, and it is not only that, it is the first-born son, the beginning of the father's strength. Andthe man who has watched him and seen himself inhis first-born's growing form, will not be comforted because his son-his only son, his first-born son is dead. Such is trueweeping for sin-it cuts to the heart-it pierces to the quick.
"Oh," says one, "I cannot believe in Christ, for I have no such bitterness." My dear Friend, you never will have it till youbelieve in Christ! You are to trust in Jesus Christ to get this! You are not to feel this and then trust in Christ. Come,you hard Heart, come to Christ to be softened. Come,you Hell-hardened Steel, come to Christ to be melted in the furnace of His Divine affection. Come as you are, Sinner, feelingor unfeeling and look up to Jesus! There is life in a look at Him and life for you now. And the first sign of life will bea real and intense sorrow for sin.
4. True sorrow for sin is eminently practical. No man may say he hates sin if he lives in it. It will make us see the evilof sin, not merely as a theory, but experimentally-as a burnt child dreads fire. We shall be as much afraid of it as a manwho has lately been stopped and robbed isafraid of the thief upon the highway. And we shall shun it-shun it in every-thing-not in great things only, but in littlethings, too. True mourning for sin will make us very jealous over our tongue lest it should say a wrong word. We shall bevery watchful over ourdaily actions lest in anything we should offend. And each night we shall close the day with painful confessions of shortcomingand each morning awaken with anxious prayers, that this next day God would hold us up that we might be saved.
5. Once again, true repentance is continual-a man does not repent for a few weeks and then have done with it. Rowland Hillsaid that repentance was one of the sweetest earthly companions. And the only regret he had in the thought of going to Heavenwas that his dear friend, Repentance, couldnot go with him there. Repentance is the most heavenly thing out of Heaven. Well did our hymn say-
"Lord, let me weep for nothing but sin! And after none but You! And then I would- O that I might- A constant weeper be!"
True Believers repent to their dying day-they are always repenting. Their life is made up, it is said, of sinning and repenting-Iwill not say that-believing and repenting is their life-and sin is the disease which mars it. No time can wear away the bitternessof repentance.If a man loses his child, time happily softens his grief. Every other trouble yields to time, but this never does. It isso sweet a sorrow that we can only thank God we are permitted to enjoy and to suffer it until we enter into our eternal rest.
This, then, is true sorrow for sin. But let me say, whatever is or is not true sorrow for sin, I do entreat my hearers notto try and get sorrow for sin before they come to Christ. The Gospel is, "He that BELIEVES in Jesus is not condemned." Whetheryou have sorrowed enough for sin or not, if youtrust Jesus Christ, you are not condemned. Your salvation is not procured by your tears, nor by your feelings, but by Himwhom you have pierced! Look to Him, away from self. Look not even to your own faith, but look to the Object of your faith.Now fixedly behold Him and trust Himand your heart will break and be poured out like water before the Lord.
III. WHAT IS THAT WHICH CONNECTS JESUS CHRIST AND THE MOURNING? How am I to get at Christ?
This used to puzzle me. I thought if I could walk a thousand miles to see Him, I would set off joyously. Oh, if I could butfall at His feet and lay hold of Him! I thought this would be very easy-touching the hem of His garment-or crying, "God bemerciful to me!" But this thought longpuzzled me-"How can I get to Christ?" So many fleshly notions mix themselves with our thoughts before we are born againthat we are very much like poor Nicodemus and say, "Can a man enter his mother's womb a second time, and be born again?"
We have gross and carnal thoughts concerning spiritual things. Now, our connection with Jesus is a look, not with these eyes,of course, but with the eyes of the heart. We all know what it is to look at a thing. We are told to look at a certain subjectin politics or science-we are told tolook into it. There is nothing to see with your eyes, but you see into it with your mind. And this is the kind of look whichis intended here, "They shall look upon Me whom they have pierced."
You cannot, with all your looking, see Christ with these eyes! But thinking of Him and believing in Him is the look whichis meant. In describing this look, let me say that it is very simple. Why, looking is not a hard thing! I never heard of acollege for training people to look. I never in mylife heard of anyone trying to teach another person to look! There may be a defect in people's eyes, but still if they haveany eyes at all, they may look. They may happen to have cross eyes, but a crossed-eyed look at Christ will save the soul.They may have a waterfall in the eye,so that there is scarcely a corner left, but it is not looking with a full eye, it is not looking with a bold eye-it isthe looking in any way-the simple act of looking which saves a soul.
A man may not be able to read a single letter in a book, but he can look to Jesus. A man may not be able to spell a word ofone syllable, but he can look. A man may have no moral courage, but he can look. He may be destitute of all the virtues andyet he can look. A man may be a thief, awhoremonger, an adulterer, but he can look. A man may be cast out of society, transported, shut up between stone walls,but he can look. Looking is a thing so simple that neither moral nor physical preparations are required. Looking! Such isfaith in Jesus Christ. As the sin-bittenones looked to the brazen serpent so do we look away from self to Christ and we live!
Observe, secondly, as it is a simple look so it is a look which requires no merit in order to precede it. We have an old proverb,to wit, "a cat may look at a king," and certainly a poor man may. There is no hurt done by looking. If the queen were here,I should not ask her leave to let me look.And if there were a crossing sweeper, or a mud-lark, or even a pickpocket here, he certainly would commit no offense bylooking. On the other hand, there would be no merit in looking. Where is the merit of looking at a thing? It is too simpleeither to need merit before it or tohave merit in it.
So you who are the worst of the worst! You who feel nothing in yourself which is good! You who can not even say that you feelyour own emptiness and vileness-nothing of your own is needed to precede that look by way of preparation. Look, look to Jesusas you are, and you shall be saved! Thelook which saves the soul, again, should be an attentive look. If you have looked to Christ and cannot see anything thereto comfort you, look again! Look again! Perhaps each man is comforted in a different way by looking to Christ. One sees Christto be God and he says, "Ah, then,He can save me." Another dwells mainly upon Christ's being Man and he says, "Ah, then, He can pity me and be willing toreceive me."
One fixes his eyes upon God's having appointed Christ to save him-that comforts him. Another remembers the infinite valueof Christ's sufferings and that cheers him. If one point in Christ does not comfort you, look to another. Keep your mentaleyes fixed upon what Jesus Christ is. Ah, mydear Friends, I am telling you this, but how difficult it is to make you do it until the Holy Spirit brings you! Why thefirst thing I get from any of you when I talk to you about your souls is, "O Sir, I do not feel." I know then that you arelooking to self. O my dear Hearers, youwho have some concern about your souls, I would beseech my God to wean you from this which must damn your souls-this lookingto SELF!
Come, I pray you, consider! You are too vile, too sinful ever to have anything good in you to look at! Why will you searchfor goodness where there is none? "Why do you spend money for that which is not bread? And labor for that which satisfiesnot? Hearken diligently unto Me and eat that which isgood and let your soul delight itself in fatness." You can do so if you look at the Cross! I know you will raise your "buts,"or cry, "But I cannot believe." There you are, looking to your faith instead of Christ. There He hangs! He bears upon Hisshoulders the sin of man andwhoever trusts Him shall be saved. Can you not trust Him? Not trust your God? Can you not trust Him, your Brother born tobear your adversities? Not trust GOD? Why I protest before you all if I had all your sins upon my shoulders, I could trustHim!
When John Hyatt lay a-dying, someone said to him, "Can you trust Jesus with your soul now?" "Ah," said he, "I could trustHim if I had a million souls! I could trust Him with them all." Do not tell me, awakened Souls, you cannot trust your Master!When did He ever lie to you? Whom did He ever castout? When did He break His promise? Who ever came to Him and was rejected? When did He say to the chief of sinners, "Yoursins shall never be forgiven"? Thousands have been to Him and He has received them.
I sought the Lord and He heard me. I tried to save myself by feelings of repentance and praying, but it was all of no avail.At last, in sheer despair, I flew like a dove pursued by the hawk straight away to Jesus Christ, the Rock, and found shelterin His wounds. O that you would do so! Come, Ipray you, have done with that self of yours-
"None but Jesus, none but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good."
This look is sometimes a wondering look-I know it was to me. When I saw Him hanging on the Cross for me, I could not understandsuch love, and I cannot fathom it now. I can understand some of the things which Christ has done for me. But I cannot makeout why He should die for me-why Heshould love such a heap of filth, such a walking dunghill as man is! Why He should give His blood-every drop of which ismore costly than rubies! Why He should give His tears, which are richer than diamonds! Why He should give His heart, whichis better than a mine of gold!Why He should close those lips which are sweeter than harps of angels and shut those eyes, which are brighter than so manysuns-and all for such a clod of earth, such a rebellious piece of rottenness as man! Oh, this is marvelous! How can we understandit? We can only falldown before His feet and while we trust Him add to our faith a holy adoring wonder!
This look must, in every case, be a personal one. You cannot be saved by another man's faith. I do beseech of all to whomthis word shall come-detest, loathe, abominate the lie that any man can perform spiritual acts for another! No "sponsor" canpromise to renounce the works of the flesh foranother! No man can stand at the font and declare that he believes for another! No man can promise that an unconscious slumberingbaby shall believe in God. No man can say in God's name what he knows is a lie-that the child does believe-when it cannotbelieve andprobably is asleep at the time and not occupied with any mental operation, much less believing what it never heard and whatit could not understand if it did hear!
O, I pray you, shun this blasphemy! The curse of England has been this dogma of baptismal regeneration, for it leads men toshake off their personal responsibility and obligations to God. Your godfathers and godmothers, your confirmation, your priestsand rural deans and canons and I know not whatof man's invention, can do no more for you than so many witches with their incantations. You must flee to Christ yourselvesand by simple faith lay hold on Jesus! All this frippery and nonsense of man's invention must be pulled down! O for a roughhand to pull it down, to let thesinner see that he stands before God, naked and defenseless, except as he flees to Christ, and in the passion and life ofJesus, finds salvation!
A personal faith it must be and what if I urge you to let it be an immediate faith? It will be no easier to flee tomorrowthan it is today. It is the same thing that you will have to believe tomorrow as it is today-that Jesus Christ gave Himselffor your sins. This is God's testimony, thatChrist is able to save. O that you would trust Him! My Soul, you have regretted a thousand things, but you have never regrettedtrusting Christ in your youth! Many have wept that they did not come to Christ before, but none ever lamented that they cametoo early. Why not this veryday? O Holy Spirit, make it so! Behold, the fields are showing the green ears ready for the harvest! The season advancesand the fields are prophesying the harvest. O that we might see some green ears today, some green ears prophetic of a blessedharvest of souls!
As to myself, I cross this day into another year of my own life and history and I bear witness that my Master is worth trusting!Oh, it is a blessed thing to be a Christian! It is a sweet thing to be a Believer in Christ and though I, of all men, perhaps,am the subject of the deepest depression ofspirits at times, yet there lives not a soul who can say more truthfully than I, "My soul does magnify the Lord and my spirithas rejoiced in God my Savior." He who is mighty has looked upon me with eyes of love and made me His child and I trust Himthis day as I have trusted Himbefore.
But now I would to God that this day some of you would begin to trust in Him! It is the Spirit's work only, but still, Heworks through means. I think He is working in your heart now. Young Man, those tears look hopeful-I thank God that those eyesfeel burning now. I pray you do not gochatting on the road home and miss any good impression. Go to your chamber, fall upon your knees, cry out to God, entreatHis favor! This day let it be! None of the devil's tomorrows-away with them! Away with them!
"Today if you will hear His voice, harden not your heart." May the Spirit of God constrain you to "Kiss the Son, lest He beangry and you perish from the Way, when His wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in Him."Amen.