Sermon 283. The Sweet Uses of Adversity
Delivered on Sabbath Morning, November 13th, 1859, by the
REV. C.H. SPURGEON
at the Music Hall, Royal Surrey Gardens.
"Shew me wherefore thou contendest with me."-Job 10:2.
AND WILL GOD CONTEND with man? If God be angry, can he not take away the breath of his nostrils, and lay him low in the dustof earth? If the heart of the Almighty be moved unto hot displeasure, can he not speak in his anger, and will not the soulof man sink into the lowest hell? Will God contend-will he set himself in battle array against his creature? and such a creature?-thecreature of an hour-a thing that is not, that is here to-day and gone to-morrow? Will theAlmighty contend with the nothingness of man? Will the everlasting God take up the weapons of war, and go out to fightagainst the insect of a day? Well might we cry out to him, "after whom is my Lord the King gone forth? After a dead dog: aftera flea?" Wilt thou hunt the partridge on the mountains with an army, and wilt thou go forth against a gnat with shield andspear? Shall the everlasting God who fainteth not, neither is weary, at whose reproof the pillars of heaven's starry rooftrembleand start-will he become combatant with a creature? Yet our text saith so. It speaks of God's contending with man. Ah,surely, my brethren, it needs but little logic to understand that this not a contention of anger, but a contention of love.It needs, methinks, but a short sight for us to discover that, if God contendeth with man, it must be a contention of mercy.There must be a design of love in this. If he were angry he would not condescend to reason with his creature, and to haveastrife of words with him; much less would he put on his buckler, and lay hold on his sword, to stand up in battle andcontend with such a creature as man. You will all perceive at once that there must be love even in this apparently angry word;that this contention must, after all, have something to do with contentment, and that this battle must be, after all, but a disguised mercy, but another shape of an embrace from the God of love. Carrythis consoling reflection in yourthoughts while I am preaching to you; and if any of you are saying to-day, "Shew me wherefore thou contendest with me,"the very fact of God contending with you at all, the fact that he has not consumed you, that he has not smitten you to thelowest hell, may thus, at the very outset, afford consolation and hope.
Now, I propose to address myself to the two classes of persons who are making use of this question. First, I shall speak tothe tried saint; and then I shall speak to the seeking sinner, who has been seeking peace and pardon through Christ, but who has not as yet found it, but, on the contrary, has been buffetedby the law, and driven away from the mercy-seat in despair.
I. First, then, to THE CHILD OF GOD. I have-I know I have-in this great assembly, some who have come to Job's position. Theyare saying, "My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me." Sometimes to question God is wicked. Asthe men of Bethshemesh were smitten with death when they dared to lift up the lid of the ark andlook into its sacred mysteries, so is it often death to our faith to question God. It often happens that the sorest plaguescome upon us on account of an impudent curiosity which longs to pry between the folded leaves of God's great council-book,and find out the reason for his mysterious providences. But, methinks this is a question that may be asked. Inquiring here will not be merely curious: for there will be a practical affect followingtherefrom. Tried saint t follow me while I seekto look into this mystery and answer your question, and I pray you, select that one of several answers which I shall propound,which shall, to your judgment, enlightened by the Holy Spirit, seem to be the right one. You have been tried by trouble aftertrouble: business runs cross against you; sickness is never out of your house; while in your own person you are the continualsubject of a sad depression of spirit. It seems as if God were contending with you, and you are asking, "Why is this"'Shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.?'
1. My first answer on God's part, my brother, is this-it may be that God is contending with thee that he may show his ownpower in upholding thee. God delighteth in his saints; and when a man delights in his child, if it be a child noted for itsbrightness of intellect, he delights to see it put through hard questions, because he knows that it will be able to answerthem all. So God glories in his children. He loves to hear them tried, that the whole world may see thatthere is none like them on the face of the earth, and even Satan may be compelled before he can find an accusation againstthem, to resort to his inexhaustible fund of lies. Sometimes God on purpose puts his children in the midst of this world'strials. On the right, left, before, behind, they are surrounded. Within and without the battle rages. But there stands thechild of God, calm amidst the bewildering cry, confident of victory. And then the Lord pointeth joyously to his saint, andhesaith, "See, Satan, he is more than a match for thee. Weak though he is, yet through my power, he all things can perform."And sometimes God permits Satan himself to come against one of his children; and the black fiend of hell in dragon's wings,meets a poor Christian just when he is faint and weary from stumblings in the valley of humiliation. The fight is long andterrible, and, well it may be, for it is a worm combating with the dragon. But see what that worm can do. It istrodden under foot, and yet it destroys the heel that treads upon it. When the Christian is cast down he utters a cry,"Rejoice not over me, O mine enemy, for though I fall yet shall I rise again." And so God pointeth to his child and with,"See there! see what I can do: I can make flesh and blood more mighty than the most cunning spirit; I can make poor feeblefoolish man, more than a match for all the craft and might of Satan." And what will you say to this third proof that God putsusthrough? Sometimes God doth as it were, himself enter into the lists; oh, let us wonder to tell it. God to prove the strength of faith, sometimes himself makes war on faith.Think not that this is a stretch of the imagination. It is plain simple fact. Have ye never heard of the brook Jabbok, andof that angel-clothed God who fought with Jacob there, and permitted Jacob to prevail? What was this for? It was this: thushad God determined, "I will strengthen the creature so much, that Iwill permit it to overcome its Creator." Oh, what noble work is this, that while God is casting down his child with onehand, he should be holding him up with the other: letting a measure of omnipotence fall on him to crush him, while the likeomnipotence supports him under the tremendous load. The Lord shows the world-"See what faith can do! "Well does Hart singof faith-
"It treads on the world and on hell;
It vanquishes death and despair;
And, O! let us wonder to tell,
It overcomes heaven by prayer."
This is why God contends with thee: to glorify himself, by showing to angels, to men, to devils, how he can put such strengthinto poor puny man, that he can contend with his Maker, and become a prevailing prince like Israel, who as a prince had powerof God, and prevailed. This, then, may be the first reason.
2. Let me give you a second answer. Perhaps, O tried soul! the Lord is doing this to develope thy graces. There are some ofthy graces that would never be discovered if it were not for thy trials. Dost thou not know that thy faith never looks sogrand in summer weather, as it does in winter? Hast thou not heard that love is too often like a glow-worm, that showeth butlittle light except it be in the midst of surrounding darkness? And dost thou not know that hope itself islike a star-not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity? Dost thounot understand that afflictions are often the black foils in which God doth set the jewels of his children's graces, to makethem shine the better. It was but a little while ago that on thy knees thou west saying, "Lord, I fear I have no faith: letme know that I have faith." But dost thou know thou wast praying for trials, for thou canst not know that thou hast faith,until thy faith be exercised. Our trials, so to speak, are like wayfarers in a wood. When there is no intruder in thesilent glades of the forest, the hare and the partridge lie; and there they rest, and no eye sees them. But when the intrudingfootstep is heard, then you see them start and run along the green lane, and you hear the whirr of the pheasant as it seeksto hide itself. Now, our trials are intruders upon our heart's rest; our graces start up and we discover them. They had lainintheir lair, they had slept in their forms, they lead rested in their nests, unless these intruding trials had startledthem from their places. I remember a simple rural metaphor used by a departed divine. He says he was never very skillful atbirds' nesting in the summer time, but he could always find birds' nests in the winter. Now, it often happens that when aman has but little grace, you can scarcely see it when the leaves of his prosperity are on him; but let the winter's blastcome andsweep away his withered leaves, and then you discover his graces. Depend upon it, God often sends us trials that our gracesmay be discovered, and that we may be certified of their existence. Besides, it is not merely discovery, it is real growththat is the result of these trials. There is a little plant, small and stunted, growing under the shade of a brood spreadingoak; and this little plant values the shade which covers it, and greatly does it esteem the quiet rest which its noble friendaffords. But a blessing is designed for this little plant. Once upon a time there comes along the woodman, and with hissharp axe he fells the oak. The plant weeps, and cries, "My shelter is departed: every rough wind will blow upon me, and everystorm will seek to uproot me." "No, no," saith the angel of that flower, "now will the sun get at thee; now will the showerfall on thee in more copious abundance than before; now thy stunted form shall spring up into loveliness, and thy flower,whichcould never have expanded itself to perfection, shall now laugh in the sunshine, and men shall say, 'How greatly haththat plant increased! how glorious hath become its beauty through the removal of that which was its shade and its delight!'"See you not, then, that God may take away your comforts and your privileges to make you the better Christians? Why, the Lordalways trains his soldiers, not by letting them lie on feather beds, but by turning them out and using them to forced marchesandhard service He makes them ford through streams, and swim through rivers, and climb mountains, and walk many a long marchwith heavy knapsacks of sorrow on their backs. This is the way in which he makes soldiers-not by dressing them up in fineuniforms, to swagger at the barrack gates, and to be fine gentlemen in the eyes of the loungers in the park. God knows thatsoldiers are only to be made in battle; they are not to be grown in peaceful times. We may grow the stuff of which soldiersaremade, but warriors are really educated by the smell of powder, in the midst of whizzing bullets, and roaring cannonades-notin soft and peaceful times. Well, Christian, may not this account for it all? Is not thy Lord bringing out thy graces andmaking them grow? This is the reason why he is contending with you.
3. Another reason may be found in this. It may be the Lord contends with thee because thou hast some secret sin which is doingthee sore damage. Dost thou remember the story of Moses? Never a man better beloved than he of the Lord his God, for he wasfaithful in all his house as a servant. But dost thou remember how the Lord met him on the way as he was going to Egypt, andstrove with him? find why? Because he had in his house an uncircumcised child. This child was, solong as it had not God's seal upon it, a sin in Moses; therefore God strove with him till the thing was done. Now, toooften we have some uncircumcised thing in our house, some joy that is evil, some amusement that is sinful, some pursuit thatis not agreeable to his will. And the Lord meets us often as he did Moses, of whom it is written-"The Lord met him by theway in the inn, and sought to kill him."-Exodus 4:24. Now search and look, for if the consolations of God be small with thee,there is some secret sin within. Put it away, lest God smite thee still more sorely, and vex thee in his hot displeasure.Trials often discover sins-sins we should never have found out if it had not been for them. We know that the houses in Russiaare very greatly infested with rats and mice. Perhaps a stranger would scarcely notice them at first, but the time when youdiscover them is when the house is on fire; then they pour out in multitudes. And so doth God sometimes burn up our comfortsto make our hidden sins run out; and then he enables us to knock them on the head and get rid of them. That may be thereason of your trial, to put an end to some long-fostered sin. It may be, too, that in this way God would prevent some futuresin, some sin hidden from thine own eyes into which thou wouldst soon fall if it were not for his troubling thee by his providence.There was a fair ship which belonged to the great Master of the seas; it was about to sail from the port of grace to thehaven of glory. Ere it left the shore the great Master said, "Mariners, be brave! Captain, be thou bold! for not a hairof your head shall perish; I will bring you safely to your desired haven. The angel of the winds is commissioned to take careof you on your way." The ship sailed right merrily with its streamers flying in the air. It floated along at a swift ratewith a fair wind for many and many a day. But once upon a time there came a hurricane which drove them from the course, strainedtheir mast until it bent as if it must snap in twain. The sail was gone to ribbons; the sailors were alarmed and the captainhimself trembled. They had lost their course. "They were out of the right track," they said; and they mourned exceedingly.When the day dawned the waves were quiet, and the angel of the winds appeared; and they spoke unto him, and said, "Oh angel,wast thou not bidden to take charge of us, and preserve us on our journeys?" He answered, "It was even so, and I have doneit.You were steering on right confidently, and you knew not that a little ahead of your vessel lay a quicksand upon whichshe would be wrecked and swallowed up quick. I saw that there was no way for your escape but to drive you from your course.See, I have done as it was commanded me: go on your way." Ah, this is a parable of our Lord's dealings with us. He often drivesus from our smooth course which we thought was the right track to heaven. But there is a secret reason for it; there is aquicksand ahead that is not marked in the chart. We know nothing about it; but God seeth it, and he will not permit thisfair vessel, which he has himself insured, to be stranded anywhere; he will bring it safely to its desired haven.
4. I have now another reason to give, but it is one which some of you will not understand; some however will. Beloved, yeremember that it is written, that we "must bear the image of the heavenly," namely, the image of Christ. As he was in thisworld even so must we be. We must have fellowship with him in his sufferings, that we may be conformable unto his death. Hastthou never thought that none can be like the Man of Sorrow unless they have sorrows too? How can you belike unto him, who sweat as it were great drops of blood, if you do not sometimes say, "My soul is exceeding sorrowful,even unto death." Think not, O well-beloved, that thou canst be like the thorn-crowned head, and yet never feel the thorn.Canst thou be like thy dying Lord, and yet be uncrucified? Must thy hand be without a nail, and thy foot without a wound?Canst thou be like him, unless like him thou art compelled to say, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" God is chisellingyou-you are but a rough block-he is making you into the image of Christ; and that sharp chisel is taking away much whichprevents your being like him. Must he who is our head be marred in his visage by reason of grief, and must we for ever rejoiceand sing? It cannot be.
"The heirs of salvation, I know from his word,
Through much tribulation must follow their Lord."
Sweet is the affliction which gives us fellowship with Christ. Blessed is the plough that ploughs deep furrows, if the furrowsbe like his. Blessed is the mouth that spits upon us, if the spittle be from the same cause as that which defiled his face.Blessed are the nails and thorns, and vinegar and spear, if they but make us somewhat like to him, in whose glory we shallbe partakers when we shall see him as he is. This is a matter which all cannot understand, for it is apath which no unhallowed foot hath trodden, and no careless eye hath so much as seen it. But the true believer can rejoicetherein, for he has had fellowship with Christ in his sufferings.
5. To the child Of God I shall give only one more reason. The Lord, it may be, contendeth with thee, my brother, to humblethee. We are all too proud; the humblest of us do but approach to the door of true humility. We are too proud, for pride,I suppose, runs in our very veins, and is not to be gotten out of us any more than the marrow from our bones. We shall havemany blows before we are brought down to the right mark; and it is because we are so continually getting upthat God is so continually putting us down again. Besides, don't you feel, in looking back on your past troubles, thatyou have after all been best when you have had troubles? I can truly say, there is a mournfulness in joy, and there is a sweetjoy in sorrow. I do not know how it is, but that bitter wine of sorrow, when you once get it down gives such a warmth to theinner man as even the wine of Lebanon can scarce afford. It acts with such a tonic influence upon the whole system, that thevery veins begin to thrill as the blood leaps therein. Strange influence! I am no physician, but yet I know that my sweetcup often leaves bitterness on the palate, and my bitter cup always leaves a sweet flavour in the mouth. There is a sweetjoy in sorrow I cannot understand. There is music in this harp with its strings all unstrung and broken. There are a few notesI hear from this mournful lute that I never get from the loud-sounding trumpet. Softness and melody we get from the wail ofsorrow, which we never get from the song of joy. Must we not account for this by the fact that in our troubles we livenearer to God? Our joy is like the wave as it dashes upon the shore-it throws us on the earth. But our sorrows are like thatreceding wave which sucks us back again into the great depth of Godhead. We should have been stranded and left high and dryupon the shore if it had not been for that receding wave, that ebbing of our prosperity, which carried us back to our Fatherandto our God again. Blessed affliction! it has brought us to the mercy seat; given life to prayer; enkindled love; strengthenedfaith; brought Christ into the furnace with us, and then brought us out of the furnace to live with Christ more joyously thanbefore.
Surely, I cannot answer this question better. If I have not hit upon the right reason, search and look my dearly beloved;for the reason is not far off if ye but look for it-the reason why he contendeth with you.
II. I have thus done with the saints; I shall now turn myself to address THE SEEKING SINNER, who is wondering that he hasfound no peace and comfort. By the way-running a little apart from the subject-I heard a brother saying the other eveningin describing his experience, that before he was converted he Was never sick, never had an affliction at all, but from thevery hour when he became converted, he found that trials and troubles came upon him very thick. I havebeen thinking of that ever since, and I think I have found a reason for it. When we are converted, it is the time of thesinging of birds; but do you know the time of the singing of birds is the time of the pruning of vines, and as sure as thetime of the singing of birds is come the time of the pruning of vines is come also. God begins to try us as soon as he beginsto make our soul sing. This is not running away from the subject. I thought it was. It has just brought me to address thesinner.You have come here this morning saying to yourself, "Sir, not long ago I was awakened to a sense of my lost estate. AsI was directed I went home and sought mercy in prayer. From that day till now I have never ceased to pray. But, alas! I getno comfort, sir; I grow worse than ever I was before-I mean I grow more desponding, more sad. If you had asked me before conviction,sir, whether the path to heaven was easy, I should have said 'yes.' But now it seems to me to be strewn with flints. ThatI would not mind but, alas! methinks the gate is shut which lies at the end of the road; for I have knocked, and it hasnever opened; I have asked, and I have not received; I have sought, and I have not found. In fact, instead of getting peaceI receive terror. God is contending with me. Can you tell me, sir, why it is? "I will try to answer the question, God helpingme.
1. My first answer shall be this. Perhaps, my dear hearer, God is contending with you for awhile, because as yet you are notthoroughly awakened. Remember, Christ will not heal your wound till he has probed it to its very core. Christ is no unqualifiedphysician, no foolish surgeon, who would close up a wound with proud flesh in it; but he will take the lances, and cut, andcut, and cut again crossways, and he will lay the sore open, expose it, look into it, make it smart;and then after that, he will close up its mouth and make it whole. Perhaps thou hast not as yet known thine own vileness,thine own lost state. Now, Christ will have thee know thy poverty before he will make thee rich. His Holy Spirit will convincethee of sin, of righteousness, and of judgment to come. He will strip thee, and though the pulling off of thy own righteousnessbe like flaying thee and tearing off the skin from thy breast, yet he will do it; for he will not clothe thee with therobe of his own righteousness till every rag of thy own self-sufficiency is pulled away. This is why God is contendingwith thee. Thou hast been on thy knees. Go lower, man-go lower; fall flat on thy face. Thou hast said, "Lord, I am nothing."Go lower, man; say, "Lord, I am less than nothing and the very chief of sinners." Thou hast felt somewhat; go ask that thoumayest feel more; may be yet more fully convinced of sin-may learn to hate it with a more perfect hatred, and to bewail thylost estate with a wailing like that of Ramah, when Rachel wept for her children and would not be comforted because theywere not. Seek to know the bottom of your case. Make it a matter of conscience to look thy sins in the face, and let hellalso blaze before thee: realize the fact that thou deservest to be lost for ever. Sit down often and take counsel with theLord thy God, whom thou hast grievously offended. Think of thy privileges, and how thou hast despised them; recollect theinvitationsthou hast heard, and how often thou hast rejected them; get a proper sense of sin, and it may be that God will cease tocontend with thee, because the good is all obtained which he sought to give thee by this long and painful contention.
2. Another answer I will give you is this: perhaps God contends with thee in order to try thy earnestness. There are manyMr. Pliables, who set out on the road to heaven for a little time, and the first boggy piece of road they come to, they creepout on that side which is nearest to their own house, and go back again. Now, God meets every pilgrim on the road to heavenand contends with him. If you can hold your own, and say, "Though he slay me yet will I trust in him;" ifyou can dare to do it, and be importunate with God, and say, "Though he never hear me, if I perish I will pray, and perishonly there;" then you have got the mastery and you shall succeed. God's Spirit is teaching you how to wrestle and agonizein prayer. I have seen a man, when he has become solemnly in earnest about his soul, pray as though he was a very Samson,with the two gates of mercy in his hand, rocking them to and fro as though he would sooner pull them up-gates, and bar, andall-than he would go away without obtaining a blessing. God loves to see a man mighty in prayer, intent upon getting theblessing, resolved that he will have Christ, or he will perish seeking him. Now, be in earnest. Cry aloud! spare not! Risein the night-watches! pour out your heart like water before the Lord, for he will answer thee when he hath heard the voiceof thy crying; he will hearken to thy supplication and give thee the desire of thy heart.
3. Yet, again, another matter. "May it not be, my dear hearers, that the reason why God contends with you and does not giveyou peace is, because you are harbouring some one sin" Now, I will not say what it is; I have known a man solemnly under convictionof sin, but the company which he kept on market-day was of such a caste, that until he was separated entirely from his companions,it was not possible he should have peace. I do not know what your peculiar besetting sinmay be. It may be a love for frivolity; it may be the desire to associate with those who amuse you; it may be worse. Butremember, Christ and thy soul will never be one till thou and thy sins are two. Thy desires and longings must make a cleansweep of the devil and all his crew, or else Christ will not come and dwell with thee. "Well," says one, "but I cannot beperfect." No, but you cannot find peace till you desire to be. Wherever you harbour a sin, there you harbour misery. One sinwilfullyindulged in, and not forsaken by true repentance, will destroy the soul. Sins given up are like goods cast out at seaby the mariners in days of storm; they lighten the ship, and the ship will never float till you have thrown all your sinsoverboard. There is no hope whatever for you till you can truly say,
"Whate'er consists not with thy love,
O help me to resign."
"The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from its throne,
And worship only thee."
4. Then drawing near to a conclusion let me have your most solemn attention while I give one more hint as to the reason whyyou have not yet found peace. My dear hearers, perhaps it is because you do not thoroughly understand the plan of salvation.I do feel that all ministers,-and here perhaps, I am as great a sinner as any other, and I condemn myself while I chastiseothers-we all of us do in some way or other, I fear, help to dim the lustre of God's grace, asmanifested in the cross of Christ. Often am I afraid lest I should prefer Calvinism to Calvary, lest I should put thesinner's sense of need like a quickset hedge round the cross, and keep the poor sinner from getting as near as he would tothe bleeding Lamb of God. Ah, my dear hearers, remember if you would be saved, your salvation comes wholly and entirely fromJesus Christ, the dying Son of God. View him yonder, sinner, sweating in the garden! See the red drops of blood as they fallfromthat dear face! Oh, see him sinner, see him in Pilate's hall. View the streams of gore as they gush from those laceratedshoulders. See him, sinner, see him on his cross! View that head still marked with the wounds with which the thorns piercedhis temples! Oh, view that face emaciated and marred! See the spittle still hanging there-the spittle of cruel mockers! Seethe eyes floating in tears with languid pity! Look, too, at those hands, and view them as they stream like founts of blood!Oh,stand and listen while he cries, "Lama Sabacthani!" Sinner, thy life is in him that died; thy healing is in yonder wounds; thy salvation is in his destruction. "Oh," says one,"but I cannot believe." Ah, brother, that was once my mournful cry. But I will tell you how I came to believe. Once upon atime, I was trying to make myself believe, and a voice whispered, "Vain man, vain man, if thou wouldst believe, come and see!"Then the Holy Spirit led me by the hand to a solitary place. Andwhile I stood there, suddenly there appeared before me One upon his cross. I looked up, I had then no faith. I saw hiseyes suffused with tears, and the blood still flowing: I saw his enemies about him hunting him to his grave; I marked hismiseries unutterable; I heard the groaning which cannot be described; and as I looked up, he opened his eyes and said to me,"The Son of Man is come into the world to seek and to save that which was lost." I clapped my hands, and I said, "Jesus, Idobelieve, I must believe what thou hast said, I could not believe before, but the sight of thee has breathed faith intomy soul. I dare not doubt-it were treason, it were high treason to doubt thy power to save." Dissolved by his agonies, I fellon the ground, and embraced his feet, and when I fell, my sin fell also! And I rejoiced in love divine that blots out sinand saves from death.
Oh my friend, you will never get faith by trying to make yourself have it. Faith is the gift of Christ! go and find it inhis veins. There is a secret spot where faith is treasured up; it is in the heart of Christ; go and catch it sinner as itflows therefrom. Go to your chamber, and sit down and picture Christ in holy vision, dying on the tree, and as your eye sees,your heart shall melt, your soul shall believe, and you shall rise from your knees and cry, "I know whom Imay believe, and I am persuaded he is able to save that which I have committed to him until that day."
And now, may the love of Christ Jesus, and the grace of his Father, and the fellowship of his Spirit, be with you for everand ever. Amen and Amen.