Sermon 221. Comfort Proclaimed

This sermon was originally printed

together with a pastoral letter from C. H. S.

Comfort Proclaimed

(No. 221)

Delivered on Sabbath Evening, September 21, 1856, by the

REV. C.H. SPURGEON

At Exeter Hall, Strand.

"Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God."-Isaiah 40:1.

WHAT A SWEET TITLE: "My people!" What a cheering revelation: "Your God!" How much of meaning is couched in those two words,"My people!" Here is speciality. The whole world is God's; the heaven, even the heaven of heavens are the Lord's and he reignethamong the children of men. But he saith of a certain number, "My people." Of those whom he hath chosen, whom he hath purchasedto himself, he saith what he saith not of others. While nations and kindreds are passed by asbeing simply nations, he says of them "My people." In this word there is the idea of proprietorship to teach us that we are the property of God. In some specialmanner the "Lord's portion is his people; Jacob is the lot of his inheritance." All the nations upon earth are his; he takethup the isles as a very little thing; the whole world is in his power; yet are his people, his chosen, favoured people, moreespecially his possesion; for he has done more for them than others; he hasbought them with his blood; he has brought them nigh to himself; he has set his great heart upon them; he has loved themwith an everlasting love, a love which many waters cannot quench, and which the revolutions of time shall never suffice inthe least degree to diminish. "My people!" O my hearers, can you by faith put yourselves in that number who believe that Godsays of them, "My people?" Can you look up to heaven to-night, and say, "My Lord, and my God: mine by that sweet relationshipwhich entitles me to call thee Father; mine by that hallowed fellowship which I delight to hold with thee when thou artpleased to manifest thyself unto me as thou dost not unto the world?" Canst thou, beloved, put thine hand into thine heartand find there the indentures of thy salvation? Canst thou read thy title writ in precious blood? Canst thou by humble faithlay hold of Jesus's garments, and say, "My Christ?" If thou canst, then God saith of thee, "My people;" for if God be yourGod, andChrist your Christ, the Lord has a special, peculiar favour to you; you are the object of his choice, and you shall beaccepted, at last, in his beloved Son. How careful God is of his people; those of whom he says, "My people;" mark, how anxioushe is concerning them, not only for their life, but for their comfort. He does not say, "strengthen ye, strengthen ye my people;"he does not say to the angel, "protect my people;" he does not say to the heavens, "drop down manna to feed mypeople;"-all that and more also his tender regard secures to them; but on this occasion, to show us that he is not onlyregardful of our interests, but also of our superfluities, he says, "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people." He would not onlyhave us his living people, his preserved people, but he would have us be his happy people too. He likes his people to be fed,but what is more, he likes to give them "wines on the lees well refined," to make glad their hearts. He will not only givethembread, but he will give them honey too; he will not simply give them milk, but he will give them wine and milk, and allthe sweet things which their hearts can desire. "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people;" it is the Father's yearning heart, carefuleven for the little things of his people. "Comfort ye, comfort ye,"-that one with a tearful eye; "Comfort ye, comfort ye,"-youchild of mine with an aching heart "Comfort ye,"-that poor bemoaning one; "Comfort ye, comfort ye-my people, saithyour God."

Now to night we shall notice the parties to whom the command is addressed; secondly, the reason for it; and thirdly, the means for carrying it out.

I. First, then, TO WHOM IS THIS COMMAND ADDRESSED? You know, beloved, the Holy Spirit is the great Comforter, and he it iswho alone can solace the saints if their hearts be really cheered; but he uses instruments to relieve his children in theirdistress and to lift op their hearts from desperation. To whom, then, is this command addressed? I believe it is addressedto angels and to men.

To angels, first of all, I believe this command is addressed: "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people." You often talk about the insinuationsof the devil; I frequently hear you bemoaning yourselves because you have been attacked by Apollyon, and have had a hard strugglewith Beelzebub; you have found it hard to resist his desperate thrusts which he made against you; and you are always talkingabout him. Allow me to remind you that there is another side of that question,for if evil spirits assault us, doubtless good spirits guard us; and if Satan can cast us down, doubtless it is true Godgiveth his angels charge over us, to keep us in all our ways, and they shall bear us up in their hands lest at any time wedash our feet against a stone. It is my firm belief that angels are often employed by God to throw into the hearts of hispeople comforting thoughts. There are many sweet thoughts which we have by the way, when we sit down, and when we rise up,which wescarcely dare attribute immediately to the Holy Ghost, but which are still beautiful and calm, lovely, and fair, and consoling;and we attribute them to the ministry of angels. Angels came and ministered unto Jesus, and I doubt not that they ministerunto us. Few of us have enough belief in the existence of spirits. I like that saying of Milton's, "Millions of spiritualcreatures walk this earth, both when we sleep and when we wake." And if our minds were opened, if our ears were attentive,wemight hold fellowship with spirits that flit through the air every moment. Around the death-bed of saints angels hover;by the side of every struggling warrior for Christ the angels stand. In the day of battle we hear in the air the neighingof their steeds. Hark! how softly do they ride to help the elect of God, while in the stern conflict for the right and forthe truth, when they would have been cast down, some angel whispers, "Courage brother, courage, I would I could stand by thyside,shoulder to shoulder, and foot to foot, to fight the battle, but I must not; it is left for men. Courage then brother,because angels watch over thee!" It is a good wish of ours, when we say at eventide, "Peace be to thee beloved! good angelsguard thee! may they spread their wings o'er thee and stand around thy bed!" But it is more than a wish, it is a reality.Do ye not know It is written "the angel of the Lord encampeth round them that fear him?" "Are they not all ministering spirits,sentforth to minister unto them who are heirs of salvation?" This command then, comes to angels. "Comfort ye, comfort ye mypeople." Full oft the bright winged seraph flaps his wing to earth, to comfort some desponding heart. Full oft the cherub,ceasing for a moment his mighty song to go on errands of love, descends, as Gabriel did of old, to cheer the heart of manya struggling man and to stand by the side of those who are in conflict for God and for his truth. Ye angels, ye bright spirits,"Comfort ye, comfort ye my people."

But on earth, this is more especially addressed to the Lord's ministers. He calls his ministers angels of the churches, albeit, they should be a great deal more like angels than they are. Ministersare bound to comfort God's people. I am sure, however, they cannot do it, unless they preach the good old doctrines of truth.Except they preach grace and gracious doctrine, I can not see how they are to console the minds of the Lord's family. WereI to adopt a laxtheology which teaches that God's children may fall away, that although redeemed they may yet be lost, that they may beeffectually called, and yet slide back to perdition-I want to know how I could carry out this command? I should say, "Brethren,God has told me to comfort you; that is what I have to preach; you must get what comfort you can out of it, for I really cannotfind much." I have often marvelled how the Arminian can comfort himself, wherewith he can light a fire to warm his ownheart! What doctrine hath he? He believes he is a child of God to-day, and he is taught to believe he is a child of thedevil to-morrow. He is now, he says, in the covenant, but then that covenant is such an uncertain thing that it may at anytime be broken down, and he may die beneath its ruins; he knows himself to be redeemed by the blood of Christ, yet he is taughtthat that will not be sufficient without the concurrence of some good thoughts, good actions, or certainly by some good grace,some faith of his own. He is led to believe that his standing depends upon his own keeping near to God, instead of rememberingthat his keeping near to God must be by a sweet attraction that proceeds from God himself. Whence then comfort is to be procuredI cannot tell. Happy I am I have no such gospel as that to preach. Let me preach the old gospel of Chrysostom, the old gospelof Augustine, the old gospel of Athanasius; and above all the old gospel of Jesus Christ, the originator of it; forthere I can find something to comfort the child of God, "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people." It is our duty to reprove,to exhort, to invite, but it is equally our duty to console. The minister should ask of God the Spirit, that he may be filledwith his influence as a comforter; that when he ascends his pulpit on the Sabbath morning, his poor hard working people, whohave been toiling, fretting with care and anxiety all the week, may say, "Here comes our minister; he is sure to have hismouthfilled with good things; as soon as he opens his lips he will utter some great and glorious promise from God's Word. Hehas little to say himself, but he will be sure to tell us some good old truths with some fresh unction, and we shall go awayrefreshed." Oh! ye sons of toil, some of you understand this. With weary feet ye come to God's house; but oh how gladly doye sing there, and how sweetly does your singing harmonize with your hearts! and when you have heard the Word you go awayand say,"Would God it were Sunday all the week! Oh! that I might sit and ever hear the words of God! Oh! that I might sit andever drink in such comforts, so should I be satisfied as with marrow and fatness!" But sometimes you come up, and there isa flogging for you just when there needs to be consolation; or you get some dry hard metaphysical subject that has not anynourishment for your souls in it, and you go away half starved. You hear some fine discourse with rounded periods, and peoplesay, "Oh!such an oration! never was English so beautifully spoken by Hall or Chalmers. How admirably it was delivered!" But alas!alas! what of the dish, the porcelain, the knife, the plate, the splendid damask cloth, the vase of flowers-where is the food?There is none there. You have got the garnishings and you ought to be thankful, and hold your ministers in esteem, even itthey withhold from you your necessary bread! But the child of God wont like that; he says "I am weary of such things, awaywith these garnishings, give it me in plain rough Saxon if you will, but give me the gospel! Cut it up in any fashionyou like, but do give me something to feed upon." The language may be rough, and the style homely, but the heir of heavensays, "There was 'comfort ye my people' in it; and that was what I wanted. Its style, humanly speaking, may not have exactlysuited my taste, but it has fed my soul, and that will suffice me."

But, my friends, do not support your ministers as an excuse for the discharge of your own duties; many do so. They think whenthey have subscribed towards the support of the ministry, it is enough; imagining, as our Roman Catholic friends do, thatthe priest is to do everything, and the people nothing; but that is very wrong. When God said, "Comfort ye, comfort ye mypeople," he spake to all his people to comfort one another. And who is there here that knows the Lord andhas tasted of his grace who cannot comfort his brethren? There is my strong friend who is on the mount feasting on dyinglove; he is the subject of rhapsodies and high excitement; his soul is like the chariot of Amminadib; it is on fire with hisMaster's presence; he is living near to God and drinking in fulness of joy. Oh! my brother, go and tell out a portion to seven,and also to eight; for thou knowest not what sorrow there is upon the earth. When thou art happy, remember there is sure tobe some one else sad. When thy cup runneth over, find out an empty cup to catch the drops that overflow. When thy soulis full of joy, go, if thou canst, and find a mourner and let him hear thy song, or sit down by his side and tell him howglad thou art, and mayhap his poor heart may be warmed by thy sweet cheering words. But art thou weak? Art thou sad thyself?Then go to him who is the great Comforter and ask him to relieve thy distresses, and after that go out thyself and comfortothers.There are none so good to comfort others as those who once were comfortless. If I were an orphan now, and needed a helper,I would seek one who had been an orphan in his youth, that he might sympathize with me. Were I houseless and poor, I wouldnot go to the man who has rolled in wealth from earliest youth, but I would seek out the man who, like myself, has troddenwith bare feet the cold pavement of the street at midnight; I would seek out the man who, penniless and poor, has begged hiswayfrom town to town, and then, by God's providence, has worked himself up; for I could believe that such an one would havea heart to sympathize with me. Go, thou poor tried one, go thou weather-beaten soul if thou canst, and call to thy mate, whois just out at sea with thee, and tell him to be of good cheer. Thou who art in the valley of the shadow of death, sing, "Yea,though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;" and mayhap some brother far behind thee willhear the song, and will take heart.

"Lives of great men all remind us,

We can make our lives sublime,

And departing, leave behind us,

Foot-prints on the sands of time.

Foot-prints that, perhaps, another,

Sailing o'er life's solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, may take heart again."

Go, and when thou hast found any good, strive to perpetuate it by communicating it to others. When thy foot is on the rock,show others how to put their feet there. When thou art glad, tell others how thou wast made glad, and the same cordial whichcheered thee may cheer them likewise. "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people."

Now why do we not enjoy this a little more? I believe one reason is because we are most of us rather too proud to tread inour Master's footsteps. We like not to say with him, "I am not come to be ministered unto, but to minister." "Comfort ye,comfort ye my people" is a sublime admonition, but never surely intended for the meagre sympathy of fashion,-for a lady whocan ride in her carriage, and send her card up, when she calls to inquire for a friend, who is sick; butwere I to press home the duty, and tell her that "my people" includes the poorest of God's flock, the weakest and themeanest, she would think me a rude and vulgar young man, unacquainted with the etiquette of genteel society. Comfort the poor!-whyshould she? "The lower classes expect a great deal too much of the upper, I shall not demean myself by stooping to them."This kind of feeling many professing Christians have; they talk with a fine lisp, they deem it enough to say, "Poor creature,I pity your case, I am sorry for you!" But the heir of heaven reads, "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people." There is a poorman in the streets who has just come begging a crust at your door, and you can see by what he says, that there is somethingof God's grace in his heart; then comfort him. There is another up the creaking staircase in that back alley; you never wentup there, you might be afraid to go; but if you hear of a child of God there do not shrink back. God's diamonds may be oftenfound amidst heaps of rags and tatters, in the very outskirts of the city, the abodes of haggard poverty; so go afterthem. Whensoever you hear of a child of God, go and find him out; for this command, "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people," neverought to be put aside by our pride. Why, you go to your churches and chapels, sometimes, and sit in your pews, without evena thought of speaking to your neighbours. Some men will go to a chapel seven years, and scarcely know the name of the nextseat-holder. Is that right? Many will sit at the Lord's table too, and not speak to each other. But that is not the fashionof communion as I understand it: it is not the fashion of the gospel either. When I was but a youth, the smallest boy almostthat ever joined a church, I remember I thought that everybody believed what he said, and when I heard the minister say brother,I thought I must be his brother, for I was admitted into the church. I once sat next to a gentleman in a pew, and wereceived the bread and wine together; he called me "Brother," and as I thought he meant it, I afterwards acted upon it.I had no friend in the town of Cambridge, where I was; and one day when walking out, I saw this same gentleman, and I saidto myself, "Well now, he called me brother; I know he is a great deal better off than I am, but I don't care for that; I willgo and speak to him." So I went and said "How do you do, brother?" "I have not the pleasure of knowing you," was his reply.I said"I sat next to you at the Lord's table last Sabbath day, sir, and you called me 'brother' when you passed the cup to me,and I was sure you meant it." "There now," said he, "it is worth while seeing some one who believes a little with sincerityin these times; come in with me." And we have been the nearest and dearest bosom friends ever since, just because he saw Itook him at his word, that he meant what he said. But now-a days profession has become a pretence and a sham; people sit downatthe church together, as though they were brethren, the minister calls you brethren, but he wont speak to you, or own yonas such; his people are his brethren, no doubt, but their it is in such a mysterious sense, that you will have to read someGerman theologian in order to comprehend it. That person is "your very dear brother," or "your very dear sister," but if youare in distress, go to them and see if they will assist you. I do not believe in such a religion as that. I would have thosewhoprofess to be brethren, believe that "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people," applies to every member of Christ's church, andthat they all ought to carry it out to the utmost of their abilities.

II. Secondly, WHAT ARE THE REASONS FOR THIS COMMAND? Why does God say "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people!"

The first reason is because God loves to see his people look happy. The Roman Catholic supposes that God is pleased with a man if he whips himself, walks barefooted for many miles, and tormentshis body. I am certain if I were to see anyone do that, I should say "Poor soul, give him a pair of shoes; do take that whipfrom him, I cannot bear to see him so." And as I believe that God is infinitely more benevolent than I am, I cannot supposethat he would take pleasurein seeing blood run down a man's back, or blisters rising on his feet. If a man would please God, he had better make himselfas happy as he can. When I am by the sea-side, and the tide is coming in, I see what appears to be a little fringe, lookingalmost like a mist; and I ask a fisherman what it is. He tells me there is no mist there; and that what I see are all littleshrimps dancing in ecstasy, throwing themselves in convulsions and contortions of delight. I think within myself, "Does Godmake those creatures happy, and did he make me to be miserable? Can it ever be a religious thing to be unhappy?" No; truereligion is in harmony with the whole world; it is in harmony with the sun and moon and stars; and the sun shines and thestars twinkle; it is in harmony with all the world; and the world has flowers in it and leaping hills, and carolling birds;it has joys in it; so I believe religion was meant to have joys in it; and I hold it to be an irreligious thing to go mopingmiserably through God's creation. You cannot help it sometimes, just as sins will overtake you, but happiness is a veryvirtue. "Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy and drink thy wine with a merry heart, for God now accepteth thy works," whichmeans not so much eating and drinking, as the living with a joyous countenance, and walking before God, believing in his love,and rejoicing in his grace.

Again, "Comfort ye, Comfort ye my people;" because uncomfortable Christians often dishonour religion. Look at my friend who is come here to-night with such a sorrowful countenance. Yesterday, he had a new servant in his house,and when she went down into the kitchen, she said to her fellow-servant, "Is not our master a pious man ?" "Yes, surely.""I thought so because he looks so miserable." Now that is a disgrace to religion. Whenever a Christian man sinks underaffliction; when he does not seek grace from God to battle manfully with his sea of troubles; when he does not ask hisFather to give him a great weight of consolation whereby he shall be able to endure in the evil day, we may say he does dishonourto the high, and mighty, and noble principles of Christianity, which are fitted to bear a man up in times of the very deepestaffliction. It is the boast of the gospel that it lifts men above trouble; it is one of the glories of our Christianity,that it makes us say, "Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vine, the labour of theolive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat, yet will I rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation."But when the Christian gets sad and miserable, run to him, brother; wipe that tear from his eye, tell him to cheer up, orat least if he is sad, not to let the world see it; if he fasts, let him anoint his head, and wash his face, that he appearnot untomen to fast. Let his garments be always white, and let his head lack no oil; let him be happy; for so he giveth creditto religion.

Again, "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people;" because a Christian in an uncomfortable state cannot work for God much. Break a poor man's heart and let him come on this platform with a grieved and agonizing spirit; and oh! what a want of powerthere will be in him! He wants all his time for his own sighs and groans, and will have none to spend upon God's people. Wehave seen broken-hearted ministers who have sadly lamented that when in trouble, they have foundthemselves unable to declare God's truth as they could wish. It is when the mind is happy, that it can be laborious. Nothinghurts the man whilst he can keep all right with heaven, and feel it so; whilst he can say that God is his own God, he canwork night and day, and scarcely feel fatigued. But take away his comforts and his joys, and then one day's labour distractshis nerves and shatters all his mind. Then comfort God's people, because bruised reeds give little music, and the smokingflaxmakes little fire. "Comfort ye, comfort ye" the saints, for they will work ten times better when their minds have oncebeen made comfortable.

Again; "Comfort ye" God's people, because ye profess to love them. You call that poor aged cripple, loitering home to-night, leaning on her crutch, your sister; do you know that she will goto bed to-night supperless? Only once has she tasted food to-day, and that was dry bread; do you know that? and is she yoursister? Let your heart speak: would you allow your sister to eat dry bread once a day, and have nothing else? No; out of loveto her as your relation, youwould go and comfort her. There is another poor brother who will pass you on the road home, not poor in bodily things,but poor in soul, distressed in spirits. Don't do as that person has just done-he has quickened his pace, because he saysthat old man makes him miserable, and it makes him melancholy to talk with him. No; just go to him and say, "Brother, I hearyou are in the valley of Baca; well, it is written, they that pass through the valley of Baca make it a well, the rain alsofilleththe pools." Join yourself to him, for it is written, "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people." "No, sir," you say, "I intendto go to-night with one or two very good people, and we shall enjoy ourselves together, and be very glad to-night." Yes, butif they be glad you cannot comfort them, so go and seek out some broken-hearted one if thou canst, some poor, sad, mourningone, and say, "The Lord hath appeared to thee of old, saying, 'I have loved thee with an everlasting love.' God's mercieshave notfailed and, therefore, we are not consumed." Go and cheer him. What! are there no families near you where the head haslately been removed by death? Have you no bereaved friends? have you no poor in your streets, no distressed, no despondingones? If you have not, then yonder Scripture might be rent out of the Bible, for it would be useless; but because I am sureyou have such, I bid you, in God Almighty's name, to go and seek out the needy, the distressed, and the poor, and send themportionsof meat. "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people."

III. In the last place. God never gives his children a duty to do without giving them THE MEANS TO DO IT; he never bids themmake bricks without straw, and when he tells us to comfort God's people, we may be certain there are many means whereby theymay be comforted. Let me just hint at those things in the everlasting gospel which have a tendency to comfort the saints.What, child of God! Art thou at a loss for a topic to comfort the aching heart? Hark thee, then; go tellof the ancient things of former days; whisper in the mourner's ear electing grace, and redeeming mercy, and dying love.When thou findest a troubled one, tell him of the covenant, in all things ordered well, signed, sealed, and ratified; tellhim what the Lord hath done in former days, how he cut Rahab and wounded the dragon; tell him the wondrous story of God'sdealings with his people. Tell him that God who divided the Red sea can make a highway for his people through the deep watersofaffliction; that he who appeared in the burning bush which was not consumed, will support him in the furnace of tribulation.Tell him of the marvellous things which God has wrought for his chosen people: surely there is enough there to comfort him.Tell him that God watcheth the furnace as the goldsmith the refining pot."

Thy days of trial then,

Are all ordained by heaven;

If he appoint the number 'ten,'

You ne'er shall have eleven."

If that does not suffice, tell him of his present mercies; tell him that he has much left, though much is gone. Tell him thereis "now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus;" tell him that now he is accepted in the beloved; tell him thathe is now adopted, and that his standing is safe. Tell him that Jesus is above, wearing the breast-plate, or pleading hiscause. Tell him that though earth's pillars shake, God is a refuge for us; tell the mourner that theeverlasting God faileth not, neither is weary. Let present facts suffice thee to cheer him.

But if this is not enough, tell him of the future; whisper to him that there is a heaven with pearly gates and golden streets;tell him that

"A few more rolling suns at most,

Will land him on fair Canaan's coast."

and therefore he may well bear his sorrows. Tell him that Christ is coming, and that his sign is in the heavens, his adventis near, he will soon appear to judge the earth with equity, and his people in righteousness. And if that suffice not, tellhim all about that God who lived and died. Take him to Calvary; picture to him the bleeding hands, and side, and feet; tellhim of the thorn-crowned King of grief; tell him of the mighty Monarch of woe and blood, who wore thescarlet of mockery which was yet the purple of the empire of grief; tell him that he himself bore our sins in his ownbody on the tree. And if I have not said enough, go to thy Bible, read its pages, bend thy knee and ask for guidance, andthen tell him some great and precious promise, that so thou mayest accomplish thy mission, and comfort one of God's people.

I have but a few words to say to some, who I grieve to think want no comfort. They want something else before they can becomforted. Some of my hearers are not God's people; they have never believed in Christ, nor fled to him for refuge. Now I will tell you briefly and plainly theway of salvation. Sinner! know that thou art in God's sight guilty, that God is just and that he will punish thee, for thysins. Hark thee, then: there is only one way by which thou canstescape, and it is this: Christ must be thy substitute. Either thou must die, or Christ must die for thee. Thy only refugeis faith in Jesus Christ, whereby thou shalt be assured that Christ did really and actually shed his blood for thee. And ifyou are able to believe that Christ died for you, I know it will cause you to hate sin, to seek for Christ, and to love andserve him world without end. May God bless us all, forgive us our sins, and accept our souls for Jesus's sake!

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