Sermon 1870. But a Step

(No. 1870)

A SERMON INTENDED FOR READING ON LORD'S-DAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 29, 1885.

DELIVERED BY C. H. SPURGEON,

AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON, ON SEPTEMBER 13, 1885.

"There is but a step between me and death." 1 Samuel 20:3.

THIS was David's description of his own condition. King Saul was seeking to destroy him. The bitter malice of that king wouldnot be satisfied with anything short of the blood of his rival. Jonathan did not know this. He could not believe so badlyof his father as that he could wish to kill the champion of Israel, the brave, true-hearted young David. And so he assuredDavid that it could not be so-that he had not heard of any plots against him. But David, who knew better, said, "It is certainlyso. Your father seeks my blood and there is but a step between me and death."

Now, it was by knowing his danger that David escaped. Had he remained as ignorant of his own peril as his friend Jonathanhad been, he would have walked into the lion's mouth and he would have fallen by the hand of Saul. But to be forewarned isto be forearmed-he was, therefore, able to save his life because he perceived his danger. It would have been a very unwiseperson who would have said, "Do not tell David about it. You see that he is very happy in Jonathan's company. Do not disturbhim. It will only make him fret. Do not tell him about Saul's anger." But a true and wise friend would acquaint David of hisdanger, in order that he might seize the opportunity to escape. So also, tonight, somebody might say, "Many people now presentare in great danger and do not dare to think about death. Do not mention the unpleasant subject to them."

Well, Sirs, if my objective were to please you; if my desire were to seem as one who plays a merry tune upon a goodly instrument,I certainly would not speak to you of death and danger. But, then, it would be infamous to allow men and women to stand ininfinite jeopardy and not to warn them! And it is kindness to speak to those who are carelessly at ease and tell them salutarytruth. It will not put them in danger, but it may, God blessing it, be the means of their escaping from eternal ruin. So,I pray you, while I talk upon this theme which may seem to be a sad one, ask God to make it a great blessing to those who,up to now, have been sporting upon the brink of fate without thinking of the solemnities of eternity.

It is rather a notable state of things, is it not, for David to be conscious of danger and to be telling his friend Jonathanthat he is in danger? I do not often meet with the case! If I am the Jonathan, I have to keep on warning David of his danger,and I find it very difficult to wake up my friend to a sense of that danger. I would like to live to see the day in whichDavid would come to Jonathan-I mean in which men in danger would come to me-and say, "There is but a step between me and death."We love to see care for the soul and concern about a future state. Whenever God's Holly Spirit is at work, we see it-sinnersbegin to be aware of their condition and they come and tell us of their danger and inquire for the way of escape. It is thesimplest thing in the world to tell the awakened sinner how he may find peace-the difficulty lies in awakening the sinner!

To cheer those who are alarmed is such good work that we would sit up all night at it! We can never have too much of it! Tobind up the broken in heart when the Master gives us His Gospel is the most pleasant duty out of Heaven. The worst of it isthat we cannot persuade them that they need to be broken in heart, or lead them to feel that they are in peril-but still shuttingtheir eyes to all the Truths of God, they will go wildly on, determined not to know. Too many act as if it were folly to looka few days ahead-as if it were a work of supererogation to foresee the evil-a needless sorrow to think of eternity!

Tonight I want to press the truth home, as far as it is the Truth of God, upon each person here present, that there is, orthere may be, but a step between him and death.

First, in some sense this is true of everybody-"There is a step, and but a step, between me and death." Secondly, to someit is peculiarly true. There are many persons-and some of them are here tonight-who might say with emphasis, "There is buta step between me and death." When I have spoken upon those two things, I shall then ask, "Suppose that it is not so?"-andconclude by asking, "Suppose that it is so?"

I. First, then, there is a sense in which this text is no doubt literally TRUE OF EVERY MAN-"There is but a step between meand death," for life is so short that it is no exaggeration to compare it to a step. Suppose that we should live to threescoreyears and 10, or even fourscore years, or to be, as some few of our friends are, here tonight, even past their fourscore years-yetlife will occupy a very short time. Life is long to look forward to, but I appeal to every aged person whether it is not veryshort to look back upon! I confess to my own experience that a week is now a hardly appreciable space of time to me. Thereseems to be very little breathing room between one Sunday and another. One has scarcely preached before one has to again preparesome other word with which to address you. As we grow older, time very sensibly quickens its pace.

I know that this is an exceedingly trite observation, but I mention it all the more earnestly because the certainty of itshould force it home with power upon our minds. You young people look to a month as being quite a period of time, but whenyou are getting 40, or 50, or 60, you will look upon a whole year as no more than a brief interval. Indeed, I do not wonderthat Jacob said his years were few. Because he was an old man, he thought life short. If he had been a young man, he wouldhave said that his days were comparatively many and would have tried to make himself feel that he had lived a long while.But when a man grows old, his days seem fewer than they were-and the older he gets, the shorter his life seems to have been!There are many ways of calculating time and its length or brevity lies more in idea than in fact. I have sometimes noticedit-I dare say you have-that an hour has seemed to me very long, indeed. In certain states of mind I have looked to the clockagain and again and I have thought that I never lived such a long hour.

But often and often does it occur to me that I sit down to write and that I go on writing-and when I lift up my head an hourhas passed and I think to myself-"It cannot be. There is a mistake. Somehow that clock has made a mistake!" I have even referredto my watch and I have found that it was even so, but where that hour went, I do not know. When one is very busy, the hoursglide away, so that you say, "Time is, after all, only a dream." Time may appear to be long, while it is short, and it maybe really short when, according to human calculation, it is long. But all men, when they come to die, confess that their lifehas been brief-that it was but a step. Yesterday I was born; today I live; tomorrow I must die! Ephemera are born and diein the space between the rising and the setting sun-their life is a fair picture of our own. We are shadows and we come andgo with the rising and the setting sun. Truly, "there is but a step between me and death." O my God, if my life is so short,prepare me for its end! Help me to stand ready for its close, so that I may give in my final account with joy.

But, in another sense, there is but a step between us and death, namely, that life is so uncertain. How unexpectedly it ends!Strong and hearty men, if I might make a judgement from observation, seem to be among the first to fail. How often have Iseen the invalid, who might almost long for death, draw out a long existence of continuous pain-while the man who shook yourhand with a powerful grip and stood erect like a column of iron, is laid low all of a sudden and is gone! No man can reckonupon the full term of life-not one among us can be sure of reaching threescore and ten. We cannot be sure that we shall seeold age! A bubble is more solid than human life and a spider's web is as a cable compared with the thread of our existence.There is but a step between us and death.

And this is all the more true when we consider that there are so many gates to the grave. We can die anywhere, at any time,by any means. Not only are we in danger abroad, but at home in security we are still in peril. I am in my pulpit now, butI am not secure in this citadel from all-besieging Death! I remember a dear servant of God in a country town, on a certainSabbath morning, stood up and repeated as the first hymn of the morning, the sacred song which I gave out just now-

"Father, I long, I faint to see The place of Your abode: I'd leave Your earthly courts and flee Up to Your seat, my God"

and he fell back and was gone! His wish was granted. He saw the place of God's abode, I do not doubt. There is no safety fromdeath in the pulpit, nor in your own house!

Dr. Gill, who was noted for always being in his study, said one day to a friend, "Well, at least if a man is in his studyhe is safe." Someone had been killed in the street through a falling chimney-pot or tile-and this gave emphasis to the doctor'spleasantry. But it so happened that, soon after, the doctor went to visit a member of his Church and while he was away, astormy wind blew and blew down a stack of chimneys into his study-into the very place where he would have been sitting ifhe had not been called away. So he said to his friend, "Verily, I see I must not boast of being safe in my study, for we aresecure nowhere." In times of battle, men may shelter behind trees or walls, and so escape rifle-shot, but where can you getto escape from the arrows of death? Wherever you are, not alone in the crowded, thronging streets, but up there in your ownchamber, or on the edge of your bed, you may slip, you may fall and suffer fatal injury! At your table you may eat and drinkand die. Wherever you are, you may well feel, "There is but a step between me and

death."-

"Dangers stand thick through all our path

To push us to the tomb!

And fierce diseases wait around

To hurry mortals home."

Therefore I would say, as I leave this point, let nobody here reckon upon life. Let him never postpone what ought to be done,at once, to some future time. I do not know whether any Brother here remembers old Mr. Timothy East. I knew him well in hisold age. He was a man of careful observation and retentive memory and, in his later days, he was full of stories which hadhappened in his pastoral experience. He used to tell this one-A certain woman was very much attached to his ministry, butstill a very foolish woman. She used to sit regularly on the pulpit stairs and she did so for many years, while Timothy Eastpreached the Gospel. One thing seemed to shut her heart against all his appeals. She told a neighbor that if she had fiveminutes before she died, she so understood the way of salvation that she would get all right in that time. She told her ministerthat and Timothy said to her, "Oh, that will never do! You may not have that five minutes in which to set things right. Beright at once."

Amazingly enough, one day as Mr. East went down the street, a child came to him and said, "Please, Sir, come and see Grandmother.Come and see Grandmother." He turned in and there was grandmother struck for death. She looked at him with an entreating glance,and said, "I am lost! I am lost!" She died then and there, before Mr. East could say a word to her about her salvation. DearFriend, I do beseech you not to imitate her folly, but rather say to yourself, "There is but a step between me and death.Therefore, now, God help me, I will lay hold upon eternal life and seek and find in Christ the salvation that shall fit meto live and fit me to die-and fit me to rise again and fit me for the Judgment Day, and fit me for eternal Glory."

There is but a step between me and death. There shall not be a step between me and Christ.

II. But, dear Friends, I now turn to further remark that TO SOME, THIS IS ESPECIALLY TRUE. Will you bear with me when I remarkthat to persons who have reached a ripe old age this is most certainly true-"There is but a step between me and death"? Itis inevitable in the order of Nature that you should not live long. Now, do not object to think about it and talk about it.It is only foolish persons who will not mention death. If you are all right with God, it can be no trouble to you to rememberthat as your years multiply, there must be so many the fewer in which you are to abide here below. Those also have but a stepbetween them and death who are touched with some incurable disorder. Some are warned that they have a heart problem. If thatis the case I may fairly say, "There is but a step between you and death." If you are consumptive and are gradually meltingaway, you are in the same case. What a blessing it is that this form of death gives us notice of its approach and does notimpair the mind, so that a person may calmly seek and find eternal life if that disease has marked him for its own! But thereis only a step between the consumptive and death. Those who follow dangerous trades are in a similar condition. The traveleracross the deep, the fisherman, the soldier, the miner and others are frequently at Death's door. I need not go into the detailsof all those various processes by which men earn their bread which have so much danger about them that there is but a stepbetween those who follow them and death.

Besides this, there are some-and probably some in this congregation-who, whether it is by disease or not, will die in thecourse of a few weeks. The probabilities, if they are calculated, will show that out of six or 7,000 persons gathered

here, there are certainly some, beyond all guesswork, who will not see the month of November-who certainly will never passinto the next year! There is but a step between such and death.

I should like you to be able to think about death. If you do not like to think about it at all, my dear Friends, I think thatthere is something wrong with you and you ought to take warning from your own dislike. He that is afraid of solemn thingshas probably solemn reason to be afraid of them. It is greatly wise to talk about our last hours. A man who is going to acertain place should think about the place to which he is going and make some preparation for it. If he is a wise man, hewill do so. I should like you to attain to such a state that you could feel as Dr. Watts did. He said to a friend when hewas an old man, "I go to my bed each night with perfect indifference as to whether I shall wake up in this world or the next."That is a beautiful state of mind to be in. Or, as the old Scot minister said when someone asked him, "Is this disease ofyours fatal?" and he replied, "I do not know, and I do not wish to know, for I do not think that it can make much differenceto me, for if I go to Heaven I shall be with God, and if I stay here, God will be with me." Oh, is not that a sweet way ofputting it? There is not so much difference, after all, between being with God and God's being with us!

Old George the Third, who, whatever the faults of his early days, was undoubtedly a godly man in his old age, would have amausoleum prepared for himself and family. And when Mr. Wyatt, the architect, went to see him by his own order, he did notknow how to speak to the old king about his grave. But George said, "Friend Wyatt, do not mind speaking about my tomb. I cantalk as freely to you about the preparation of a place for me to be buried in as I could about a drawing room for me to holdmy court in, for I thank God that I am prepared to do my duty if I live-and to sleep in Jesus if I die." There are but few,I think, of his rank, who could talk so. But every wise man ought to see to it that, as he must die, he is ready for it-readyfor the bar of God. "Ready, yes, ready," says the sailor as he grinds his cutlass and let the Christian say the same! Ready,yes, ready, to live to an extreme old age patiently waiting, or to depart out of the world unto the Father which is far better!In any case, finding it Heaven enough to do the will of God and to trust in Jesus Christ whom He has sent!

Thus I have mentioned the cases of those of whom it may especially be said, "There is but a step between me and death." "Oh,"said someone, "you are on the wrong side of 60, Mr. Jones." "No," answered Jones, "I am on the right side of 60, for I amon the Heaven side of it." And that is the way to look at our age. We say-

"Nearer, my God, to You,"

and then we do not like to grow old-that is absurd! No, let us rather rejoice that we are getting nearer the desired haven,nearer our everlasting rest!

III. I am to close by asking, first, SUPPOSE IT IS NOT SO? Young Friends, you that are here, suppose it is not true that thereis only a step between you and death? Suppose it is not so? There may be some here that will live to a very great age. I maybe addressing some persons who will rival Sir Moses Montefiore! Possibly you may. Well, what then? If so, I should recommendyou to follow the Scriptural advice, "Seek you first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness." The first things should comefirst-the best things should have the best of our thoughts. A prince who had been warned of assassination, gaily exclaimed,"Serious things tomorrow!" But before tomorrow he was slain. Yet had he not been slain, his speech would have been an unwiseone for, however long we live, we ought not to push serious matters into a corner. If we are to live, let us live to noblepurpose. It would be a great pity to lose a single year, much less a long life. If you are going to live a hundred years,begin them with God! If you are going to have long life, why not spend it for Him?

There was a storm at sea, once, and there was a young man on board who was not used to storms. He fell into a fearful stateof mind. He was not of much use on board the ship through his fears. He crept into a corner and knelt down to pray, but thecaptain, on coming along, could not stand that. He shouted, "Get up, you coward, say your prayers in fine weather." He didget up, saying to himself, "I only hope that I shall see fine weather to say my prayers in." When he landed, the words thecaptain said remained in his mind. He said, "That is quite correct, I will say my prayers in fine weather." I would say toyou who hope to live a hundred years, say your prayers in fine weather. The young man was so impressed with those words thathe went to hear the Gospel, was converted and became a minister of Christ! One Sunday morning, while he was preaching in oneof the most notable pulpits in New York, that captain came into the Chapel and the preacher looked him in the face and said,"Say your prayers in fine weather." The captain was astonished, as he perceived that the very man whom he had addressed asa coward was now preaching from the pulpit and giving out, at the commencement of his sermon, the advice which he had givenhim! I trust the captain took his own medicine!

I want to give that advice to all who do not think that they are going to die yet. Say your prayers in fine weather. Beginwith God now. Oh, come and give my Lord Jesus the prime of your youth, the best of your days! I came to Christ when I wasfifteen. I was a minister of the Gospel when I was 16 years of age. I have gone on preaching Christ ever since. I wish thatI could have begun 16 years before! I do not regret of coming to Him so early and I urge you, young Friends, while yet themarrow is in your bones, your brain is clear and your eyes are true-before you have dishonored yourself and weakened yourbody by sin-come and yield yourselves up to Jesus Christ, that you may spend a whole life in that blessed service which isjoy and peace! May the Holy Spirit of His great love make it so with many here present!

Suppose that it is not true that there is but a step between you and death? Nevertheless, while death is at a distance, healthand strength furnish the best time for coming to Christ. Do not imagine that when you are ill and near death it will be thebest time to turn. I remember the striking words of Philip Henry, the father of the famous Matthew Henry. When he was dying,his friends stood round about his bed and he said, "What a blessing it is, Matthew, that I have not to make my peace withGod now! My body is full of pain and my mind is greatly disturbed by reason of it. Oh," he said, "if that were undone andhad now to be done, how could it be done?" What a mercy when that great transaction is complete! Now come pain or weakness,come long sleep, come broken-down spirit-what does it matter? It is all well! It is all well!

That having to make our peace with God when we die is a poor business. I do not like the expression. I like, far better, thelanguage of a poor bricklayer who fell from a scaffold and was so injured that he was ready to die. The clergyman of the parishcame and said, "My dear man, I am afraid you will die. You had better make your peace with God." To the joy of the clergymanthe man said, "Make my peace with God, Sir? That was made for me upon Calvary's Cross 1,800 years ago and I know it!" Ah,that is it-to have a peace that was made by the blood of Christ all those years ago-a peace that never can be broken! Then,come life, come death, yes, or come a lengthened life and ripe old age, the best preparation for a lengthened life is to knowthe Lord! The best encouragement and comfort for the decrepitude of extreme old age is to have a good hope through Christ!There is nothing like it!

Why, some old folks that I have known, so far from being unhappy, have been the very happiest people that I have ever metwith! And though they have lived long, they have come not to court long life, but they have been willing to depart! Dr. Dwight,the famous tutor, had a mother who lived to be over a hundred years of age and, one day, when the son heard the bell tollfor a neighbor, the old lady said with tears in her eyes, "Won't it soon toll for me? Will they not soon toll for me?" DearMr. Rowland Hill used merrily to say, when he got old, that he hoped that they had not forgotten him. That is how he cameto look at death. And he would go to some old woman, if he could, and sit down and say "Now, dear Sister, if you go beforeI go, mind that you give my love to John Bunyan and the other Johns. Tell them that Rowley is staying behind a little while,but he is coming on as fast as he can."

Oh, it is a sweet thing to gradually melt away and have the tenement gently taken down and yet not to feel any trouble aboutit, but to know that you are in the great Father's hands-and you shall wake up where old age and infirmities will all havepassed away, and where, in everlasting youth, you shall behold the face of Him you love! That is suppose that it is not so.

IV. But now SUPPOSE THAT IT IS SO? Suppose that it is so and suppose, as yet, that you have no good hope. Dear Friend, thereis a word that I would like to drop into your ear. If there is but a step between you and death, yet there is only a stepbetween you and Jesus. There is only a step between you and salvation! God help you to take that step tonight. You know thedescription of the way to Heaven-"Take the first on the right by the Cross and keep straight on." May you take that step tonight!It is not a step even, it is only a look-

"There is life in a look at the Crucified One." Why delay it? Since faith in Christ will put you beyond danger and will putyou beyond the dominion of sin, so that you will live a godly life which shall continue to the end, why not believe in Jesusnow? Why not cast yourself upon Him now? For suppose it is so? Suppose that it is written in the book, "you shall die, andnot live"-then is it not your wisdom that you should at once close in with Christ and find eternal salvation in Him?

Suppose that it is so, that you are soon to die? Then set your house in order. Get everything ready with regard to your temporalaffairs. Mind that! A world of sorrow comes through people not having made their wills. Have everything in order. Trim theship when a storm is expected. Be ready, for you are about to die. Now sit loose by all earthly things. You must assuredlypart with them soon-do not hold them tightly. "Set not your affection upon things on earth," or

you will weep when you lose your idols. If you harbor any anger in your heart, turn it out at once, for you are going to die.If there is any quarrel between you and anybody else, go home and settle it. Whether you are going to live or die, I adviseyou to do that. Hold no ill-will to anyone, for you are so soon to die. I remember well the story of a husband who had grievedhis wife. I do not know what had happened-some little awkward word or deed. He went out of the house. He had to fell timberthat day and he turned back and said, "Wife, I am very sorry. Let us part good friends. Give me a kiss." Alas, she turnedaway! All day long she sorrowed, for she loved him well and she grieved to think that he was gone without that kiss of love.He never came back again alive. Four men brought him home a corpse. She would have given a thousand worlds if they had notparted so!

Now, do not part with anybody that you love with any kind of tiffs or quarrellings. End all that, for death is near. If thereis but a step between you and death-if the Judge is at the door-go and wind up your little difficulties. You that have familyquarrels, wipe them out. You that have got any malice in your heart, turn it out. Oh, if it is only a step between us anddeath, then you that are unprepared, it is only a step between you and Hell! Escape, I pray you, by the living God! As youlove your souls, flee for your lives and lay hold on Christ. But if you are in Christ, it is only a step between you and Heaven!You may well desire that you might take that step right speedily! I shall never forget one summer afternoon, when I was preachingin a village Chapel about the joys of Heaven, that an elderly lady sitting on my right kept looking at me with intense delight.

Some people's eyes greatly help the preacher. A telegraph goes on between us. She seemed to say to me, "Bless God for that.How I am enjoying it!" She kept drinking in the Truth of God and I poured out more and more precious things about the EternalKingdom and the sight of the Well-Beloved, till I saw what I thought was a strange light pass over her face. I went on andthose eyes were still fixed on me. She sat still as a marble figure and I stopped and said, "Friends, I think that yon Sisterover there is dead." They said that it was even so and they bore her away. She had gone. While I was telling of Heaven, shehad gone there! And I remember saying that I wished that it had been my case as well as hers. It was better not, perhaps,for many reasons, but oh, I did envy her!

I am always looking for the day when I shall see her again! I shall know those eyes, I am sure I shall! I shall remember thatface, if in Heaven she is anything like what she was here, or bears any marks of identification. I shall not forget that inwardfellowship which existed between a soul that stood with wings outspread for Glory and the poor preacher who was trying totalk of that which he knew but little of compared with her. Well, well, it will soon be my turn. Good night, poor world! Itwill soon be your turn and then you shall say, "Good night." Let us meet in Glory! Let us meet in Glory, for Jesus Christ'ssake. Amen.

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