Sermon 343. A Basket of Summer Fruit
Delivered on Sabbath Morning, October 28th, 1860, by the
REV. C. H. Spurgeon
At Exeter Hall, Strand.
"Thus hath the Lord God shewed unto me: and behold a basket of summer fruit. And he said, Amos, what seest thou? And Isaid, a basket of summer fruit. Then said the Lord unto me, the end is come upon my people of Israel; I will not again passby them any more."-Amos 8:1-2.
N READING THROUGH THE PROPHETICAL BOOKS, you must have been struck at their singular variety. On looking a little more closely,you have at once perceived that every prophet has a manner and style peculiarly his own. Although God speaketh through themall, yet they lose not their individuality or originality of character. The breath which causes the music is the same, butno two of the instruments give forth precisely the same sound. It is true they all utter the words of God; but each voicehas its own special cry, so that though God is pre-eminently seen, yet the man is not lost. You do not find in searching throughthe prophets that Jeremiah copies the language of Isaiah. The herdsman Amos writes not like the wise counsellor Daniel; nordoes Jonah borrow the notes of Malachi. Every man speaks after his own order. Whatever he was when God called him to be aprophet, that he remains. God consecrates what is already there, and doth not re-cast the man into a new mould. I believethis is an excellent lesson to all the ministers of Christ in these times. How much more useful might many men be if theywould speak according to their own character, after their own style. But instead thereof, the young minister attaches himselfto some eminent model, and copies, not only the expressions, but the very tones, the action, nay the whims and absurditiesof the master whom he venerates. But if each man, instead of seeking to be another, would be himself; if he would consecratehis powers and talents to God as they are, and bring them out in their native simplicity whether they be polished or rough,the world would be conscious that a man had arisen who was in earnest, and not a mere player, an imitator of another. Godhimself, I doubt not, will speak more clearly through a man who speaks out of the fullness of his heart, than he will throughanother who cannot let the stream of divine influence come through him naturally, but must needs seek to turn it into theartificial current of some other man's form of eloquence. I am led to make these observations, because this is specially thecase with regard to Amos. Amos was a herdsman, a keeper of cattle, and all through his book you find him continually alludingto his peasant life. He seems to have been an honest, homely countryman, and he talks to us about sheep which have been rentin pieces by the lions of the kine of Bashan, of the cart full of sheaves, of sifted corn, and plowmen and vine-dressers.He does not mount to the sublimity of Isaiah, he has no golden mouth like that Chrysostom among the prophets. He never soarsto the height of Daniel, he lacks Ezekiel's eagle wing, and the weeping eye of Jeremiah, but he dashes out before you in hisfirst chapter like some untamed irresistible being, and begins-"The Lord will roar from Zion, and utter his voice from Jerusalem,and the habitations of the shepherds shall mourn, and the top of Carmel shall wither." And then through the first two chaptershe flings firebrands about him with both his hands; he has a flame for Syria, and another for Gaza; he flashes lightning uponTyrus in a few sentences, and pours a vial of wrath upon Edom; he darts his sacred ire on Ammon, and devours the palaces ofMoab. He stabs his foes in short abrupt sentences, not aiming at eloquence, but speaking always like a herdsman. As Shamgarslew the Philistines not with the sword of Goliath, but with his own ox-goad, so does Amos come out against the sins of histimes with no polished shaft taken out of the quiver of the noble, but with his own ox-goad, and right gloriously doth helay sin dead at his feet.
And now look at my text in the light of what I have already said. It appears that Amos was a skillful man, and able to turnhis hand to other useful employments. There was one occupation which was usually given to men who had delicacy of hand andskill, that was the culture of the sycamore fig-tree. You will find that Amos is called in one of the chapters of his ownbook, "a gatherer of sycamore fruit;" a more correct translation might be a bruiser, a trainer or preparer of sycamore fruit,the sycamore fruit being like a fig, though not quite so excellent in flavour. It was believed in the East that it would neverripen except it was a little bruised, so that some person was employed with an iron comb to scratch and wound the skin. Unwoundedthe fruit, even when ripe, was too bitter to be eaten, but after it had been wounded, it ripened rapidly, and became sweet,and was not an objectionable article of diet. Now the good man had been wont to be employed by his neighbors, at certain seasonsof the year, in bruising their figs that they might become ripe. And now, in one of the visions which God gives to him, hesees neither the seraphim of Isaiah, nor the cherubim of Ezekiel, but he sees a basket of summer fruit, a vision suited tohis capacity, and harmonising with his occupation.
There is no need for any labored disquisition; there are no hard words in a herdsman's language, and no great mysteries ina herdsman's vision. There is a basket of fruit which is so ripe that it has been gathered, and it is a sort of fruit-summerfruit-which will not keep, which will not lay by unto the winter, but which must be eaten at once. Amos sees at once thatGod's purposes were now ripe with regard to his people Israel, and that the nation itself had become ripe in its sin, so ripethat it must be destroyed. It teaches to us in these modern times, that there is a ripeness of men as well as of summer fruit;there is a ripening in holiness till we are gathered by the hand of Jesus for heaven, and a ripening in sin till we are sweptaway with the rough hand of death, and are cast away into the rottenness of destruction.
I. I shall use my text then, in three different ways; the first remark being that GOD'S PURPOSES HAVE A RIPENESS.
God always times his decrees. He is never before his time, and he never is so much as a single hour behind. Many men are wisetoo late; God is always wise, and always proves his wisdom, not only by what he doeth, but by the time when he doeth it. Letus notice two of God's greatest acts, and notice the ripeness of them.
There was the first advent of the Lord Jesus Christ. God had promised to our forefather Adam in the garden that a mysteriousseed of the woman should be born and should bruise the serpent's head. In mysterious signs he had shown to his people thata Messiah was coming, by many of his prophets had he spoken of Immanuel, God with us. But for thousands of years the Lordcame not, although sin was rampant and the darkness dense, nothing could excite the Lord to an unwise haste. Nor on the otherhand did he stay beyond the proper hour, for when the fulness of time was come God sent fourth his Son, born of a woman madeunder the law. In heaven we shall probably discover that Christ came to die for our sins precisely at the only fitting moment,that in fact redemption's work could not have been so wisely accomplished at the gates of the garden of Eden as on Calvary;and that the reign of Herod and the Roman Caesar afforded the most fitting era for the sacrifice of the Cross.
And so shall it be with regard to the second advent of our blessed Lord and Master, we are apt to say, "Why are his chariotsso long in coming. Do not the virgins sleep because the bridegroom tarrieth, the wise as well as the foolish, have they notall slumbered and slept." And many be the servants who say in their heart, "My Lord delayeth his coming," and are ready thereforeto beat their fellow-servants, to drink and to be drunken; but cheer your hearts ye who look for his appearing, he will notcome too hastily, for why should the sun arise until darkness has had its hour. Nor will he delay his appearing one momentbeyond the proper time, for should not the sun beam forth in the morning? We know and are persuaded that when he shall standa second time upon the earth, it shall be as much the fullness of times for him to come, as it was the fullness of time whenhe came at first. When his feet stood on Calvary they stood there in good time, and when they shall stand on Olivet, and whenhe shall judge the nations in the valley of Jehoshaphat, then too shall he come at his proper time and his proper season.Watch then, beloved, watch and wait earnestly, be not discouraged or cast down; "One day is with the Lord as a thousand years,and a thousand years are but as one day." He shall come, and you shall behold him in his glory, and shall be partakers ofthe splendor of his reign.
And now I shall wish for a moment to apply this great truth of the ripeness of God's purposes to your own personal affairs.You believe that the advents of Christ are well-timed. Indeed, beloved, so is every act of God. The time when you were calledby grace was the proper time for you to be converted. That hour when Jesus looked on you with an eye of love, when you weredead in sin, was a time of love, and it was a time of wisdom too. God did not wait too long, else you might have been drivento despair or to desperation in sin. He did not come too soon. You may have wished that he had come before, but doubtlesshe had some end to serve, that in permitting you to learn more fully the lesson of your own sinfulness, you might be the betterprepared to adore the infinite, matchless, sovereign grace, which has now plucked you as a brand from the burning. Your calling,I say, was well timed. It came to you not as unripe fruit shaken from the tree, or beaten off by hailstones, but as fruitthat was gathered in its season. So, mark you, shall it be with all that occurs to you in life. Your trials always come toyou at the right moment. Do you doubt it? Do you say that troubles always follow troubles? that they are not equally enoughdistributed, and that you generally receive one severe blow just when your strength and patience have been exhausted by theendurance of another? Ah, this is the language of your reason, but the language of your faith should be "Great God, I leavemy times and seasons in thy hand, for well I know if thou smitest me again and again, and again, it is that thou mayest multiplyto bless me, that my manifold trials may produce in me manifold blessings." So be of good cheer, my hearer. I know that inlooking back thou hast seen that thy troubles have come to thee in the right time. Have they not always come just when thouhadst strength to bear them, or else, have they not come just when they were required to wean thee from this world, to deliverthee from carnal security into which thou hadst well nigh fallen; or to wake thee up from some deadly slumber of indifference,which might have destroyed thee. And mark thee, as thy trials so thy deliverances. Thou wantest deliverances now. God willnot give it to thee in thy time, but in his. He will not send to thee his mercies before their date. Thou shalt wait untilthe tribulation hath had its perfect work, by producing patience; and then the hour of thy extremity shall be the hour ofGod's opportunity. He knoweth when thy strength is spent, and thou art ready to perish, then shall the Sun of Righteousnessarrive with healing beneath his wings. Thy deliverances from trouble shall always come to thee in time enough; but they shallnever come too soon, lest thou be proud in thy heart. Learn, thou believer, to be resigned to God's will. Learn to leave allthings in his hand. 'Tis pleasant to float along the stream of providence. There is no more blessed way of living than thelife of faith upon a covenant-keeping God-to know that we have no care, for he careth for us, that we need have no fear, exceptto fear him, that we need have no troubles, because we have cast our burdens upon the Lord, and are conscious that he willsustain us. And oh how sweet is it to look forward to the day of our death in this way; to feel that "Plagues and death aroundus fly," but "Till he please we cannot die;" that we may walk among a thousand graves, but no grave shall open its mouth forus; that we may stand where pestilence is blazing forth and devouring the nations as the fire devours the stubble, but wemust lie secure. We are immortal till our work is done. God's purpose for our death shall not be fulfilled till that purposeis ripe, and surely we would not have him wait longer than his appointed time.
I take this first head by way of cheering my own heart and yours; for I am persuaded that the doctrine of predestination,-theblessed truth of providence-is one of the softest pillows upon which the Christian can lay his head, and one of the strongeststaffs upon which he may lean in his pilgrimage along this rough road. Cheer up, Christian! Things are not left to chance:no blind fate rules the world. God hath purposes, and those purposes are fulfilled. God hath plans, and those plans are wise,and never can be dislocated. Oh trust thou in him and thou shalt have each fruit in its season, the mercy in its time, thetrial in its period, and the deliverance in its needed moment.
II. And now I turn to the second point-that NATIONS HAVE THEIR RIPENESS, AND THAT WHEN THEY COME TO THEIR RIPENESS THEY MUSTBE DESTROYED.
We may see in this basket of summer fruit a picture of them. In the case of these summer fruits there was a need that theyshould be at once eaten. And there is a need when a nation has become ripe in sin that it should be given up to destruction.There are such things as national sins, and there are consequently such things as national punishments. In looking back uponthe history of the world, though skeptics might entertain a doubt as to individual transgression and personal punishment,they must confess that there have been such things as national judgments sent from the hand of God. If I could take you to-dayto the dreary wilderness of Babylon, I would bid you listen to the hooting of the owl, and shiver amid the lonely ruins. Iwould remind you that this was the throne of one of the greatest monarchies. You ask, "And why were these people swept fromoff the face of the earth? Why has the palace been consumed with fire, and the beautiful city become desolate?" We can giveyou but one answer, that the sin of this people at last became so intolerable that from the very force of its own rottennessit crumbled to decay. We take you again to Greece, and bid you stand among the fallen pillars of its glorious temples; weshow you the broken memorials of its ancient idolatry; we point to the fact that all the glories of Alexander, of Macedon,have long since been eclipsed; and if you should ask the same question as you did at Babylon, "Who slew all these and gavetheir cities for a prey?" it would not be a sufficient answer to assure you that the tooth of time had devoured these palaces,or that passing ages and the natural shifting of the focus of civilisation had made those things totter to their fall. Itwas the sin of the Grecian state that brought upon it its ruin. If it had not been given up to inordinate luxury; if its herosoldiers had not degenerated into robbers; if its statesmen had retained their early integrity; if the nation had been asmanly, as pain-enduring, as upright, as they were in days gone by, Greece had not ceased to exist; the Roman iron could nothave been a match for the Corinthian brass; the battle would have lasted long, and Spartan valor would have driven back theRoman legions. Had they been free in heart they would have been free from the iron yoke. They had enslaved themselves longbefore the Western empire had subdued them. So was it with old Rome. Long did God endure with it. Emperor succeeded Emperor-orrather, let me correct myself-fiend succeeded fiend. It seemed as if hell strove to outdo itself by sending forth a greatermonster than the last; all of them brutish, with but few exceptions, most of them cruel, every one of them capricious. AndGod bore long with the sin of the old palaces of Rome, long did he endure her base idolatries, and her cup that was filledwith the blood of the saints. But at last he spoke, and it was done. The northern swarms soon swept away the flimsy remnantsof an empire, whose moth had been its own corruption. We believe that it is the same with Rome at present-the Popedom. Iniquityhad been heaped upon iniquity, worse than even Pagan Rome was guilty of. The persecutions of Pagan Rome against God's saintshave been excelled by Popish Rome. If there were fiends in Rome before, I know not how to describe these men who have persecutedGod's saints in days gone by, and yet could claim to be vicars of God. Oppression has been heaped upon oppression, blood hathfollowed blood, iniquity hath cried unto iniquity, and lo, the sword of God is at the gate of Rome. Lo, God, even now in thethunder-cloud hangs over the palace of the Vatican. And if for awhile the judgment shall be withheld, it is because the iniquityis not yet full. Another Perugia, another slaughter of innocent men, another attack upon the gospel, another attempt to burnthe Scriptures, and Rome shall have consummated her guilt, and then shall the nations of the world eat her flesh, and devourher as with fire, and a great cry shall go up from earth, "Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, is fallen!" and then shallbe heard the song in heaven, "Hallelujah, hallelujah, for the smoke ariseth for ever and ever, and the Lord God omnipotentreigneth."
Let us not, however, in our self-righteousness, fancy that this fact has no relationship to us. We as a people have been verilyguilty. I trust it cannot be said of us that our iniquity is full, but much, very much of sin hath there been. Has not drunkennessrun down our street? Hath not infidelity had its favored haunts in all our towns? Has not Sabbath-breaking been a continualand a crying sin? Hath not England grievously offended God in thrusting her poisonous drugs upon an Empire which sought themnot? Have we not often been the aggressors, and in our lust for the extension of empire in the East hath not many a deed beendone for which an Englishman might blush? We have all good need when we are making intercession for the nation, to repentbefore God for our national sins. We are a proud people; no nation upon the earth can match us for boasting. We have largerwords to speak concerning our own dignity than any other race of men. It were well for us if we had humbler words before thethrone of God. I believe we are a more highly favored nation than even Israel of old. God hath done more for Britain, or certainlyas much, as he did for Abraham's race, and even if we have not rebelled and revolted as often as did Israel in the wilderness,yet our little rebellions, if they were so, would be great because of the greatness of God's goodness. Oh Christians! be inearnest, that this land may be filled with grace; be earnest in prayer, that the torrent of our iniquities may be dried up,lest haply that supposition of a great historian should at last become a fact, and the New Zealander should yet sit on thebroken arch of London Bridge, wondering that so great a city could have passed away. We are not sure that Nineveh and Babylonwere as great as this metropolis, but they certainly might have rivalled it, and yet there is nothing left thereof, and thedragon and the owl dwell in what was the very center of commerce and civilization. And may it not be so with us, and may notthe name of Anglo-Saxon be blotted out, unless we repent, unless we seek God and pray that this nation may be in covenantwith him and may abide faithful to him, even till the Lord Jesus Christ shall come and absorb all monarchies into his owngreat empire which shall extend from sea to sea, and from the river even unto the ends of the earth.
III. I shall now pass to that which is the main business of this morning's work. May God help me therein, and give both physicaland spiritual strength. I now come to deal with each man before me. The basket of summer fruit which Amos saw before him,I would now bring before your own eyes. You see it-the basket full of fruits-quite ripe and requiring to be eaten. Here isthe picture of what some of us are, and what all of us must be.
In the first place, with the righteous man there is a time of ripening. In one sense the moment a man is converted he is fitfor heaven; in another sense he is not fit; otherwise God would take him at once to himself. The Christian, when first converted,is but a bud upon the tree, a mere blossom. There is need that he grow unto perfection, and that that fruit should becomeripe fruit. Christians are every day ripening by the perfecting energy of the Holy Ghost, without whom they can never advancein the divine life. But the Holy Spirit uses means, and upon these I shall enlarge. Believers are each day ripening by thecare of God, the great husbandman who looks for fruit from men, and walks among the trees each day, and bids the sunshineof his love and the dew of his kindness fall upon them, that they may bring forth much fruit. They are ripened by every providencewhich passes over them. The cold wind ripens them; even winter's frost, which might destroy our fruit, ripens that which growsin the garden of the Lord. The sorest tribulation which ever exercises a believer is a ripening dispensation, and is makinghim ready to stand in the full development of his grace before the glory of his Father's throne. In fact, without afflictionno Christian ever can ripen. He is like the sycamore fig of Amos, there must be the scratching of the rind of the fruit; theremust be a bruising with the iron comb, or else ripe the Christian will not become. We may grow in some things by prosperity;but true ripeness in grace can only be obtained in adversity. Our cares, our losses, our crosses, our depression of spirits,our temptations from without and from within,-these are all ripening dispensations, they are making us ready for the timewhen our beloved Lord shall come and gather us into the basket, like apples of gold in baskets of silver. We are being ripenedeach day, I trust, by what we hear under the ministry, and by what we read in God's Word. The means of grace co-act with God'sdealings in providence. Our prayers ripen us; the blessed Supper of our Lord helps to ripen us; our seasons of fellowshipwith Jesus-the sweet promises which are every day fulfilled; the assistances which are rendered necessary by the incidentsof each day-all these things work together for good to them that love God. They are dividing us each day from the earth: looseningour roots; cutting the strings which bind us here below; pluming our wings for the last great flight-when, leaving earth withall its ties behind us we shall enter into the realities of the bliss which remaineth for the people of God.
But you ask me in what respect the Christian is ripening. I reply he is ripening in knowledge, he is learning each day whathe knew not before. He begins now to spell over the heavenly alphabet, and there be some of the words of the celestial tonguewhich he can speak most plainly. He begins to comprehend with all saints what are the heights and depths and lengths and breadths,and he knows the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge. Things which were mysterious to him once are plain enough now, andriddles are become simplicities. He is no more a child in knowledge, but is become a man in understanding. He shall ripenin knowledge until he shall know even as he is known. So does he advance each day in experience; that experience of his whichwas but as a little unripe fruit, has now swelled out into the full orb of the ripening pomegranate. He has felt, and tasted,and handled of the good Word of God. Religion is not a theory to him now; it is a matter of fact. He knows whom he has believed,and he is persuaded that he is able to keep that which he has committed to him. And increasing thus in knowledge and experiencehe ripens also in spirituality. He becomes less worldly, he shakes off more and more the cares which once were chains to him.He bears his trials more easily than he once did. A great wave would have drowned him now merely washes his loins with itsfoamy crest. He is not afraid of evil tidings, his heart is fixed, trusting in the Lord. He is not now grasping after thisworld's wealth, he seeks to fill a treasury into which the moth cannot enter, and where thieves cannot break through and steal.And as he ripens thus in spirituality, he ripens in savour, his conversation becomes more full of marrow; he is not now likePharoah's lean kine, nor like the ears of corn that were dried and shrivelled in the east wind. He is an instructor of theignorant and a teacher of babes. You listen to him, you watch his daily walk and conversation. He is one from whom you maylearn much, a person who is to be imitated, for there is a sweet smelling perfume of fellowship with Christ about him in allthat he saith and all that he doth. He is a ripe Christian, ripening for heaven; and you may add to this that he now becomesmore kind in spirit than he was before. The asperities of his youth give way to cordial kindness in his old age. He learnsto overlook faults which irritated him when he was younger; he learns to bear with the young and with the silly, for he remembersthat he was once young and foolish too. He has compassion for those that are out of the way, and a kind and encouraging wordfor the distressed, and he goes about with a beaming countenance, looking indeed like a ripe fruit with a rich bloom uponit, a pleasant sight for the great husbandman.
If, brethren and sisters, this is accompanied with old age, it is indeed a fair vision to see a Christian fully ripe. I thinkif I needed an illustration of one who as often as I saw him, always seemed to be fruit fully ripe, and whose recent deaththoroughly well justifies my belief, I might refer to that venerable and excellent servant of God, Dr. Fletcher. He had inhis youth sharp and severe trials and troubles, but they helped to ripen him. He had to bear up continually with arduous labor,always sweetened with unusual success. My acquaintance with him was only in the declining years of his life. He was alwaysas I knew him, an example of a ripe Christian. He had always a kind word ready upon his tongue, and never wanted a generousthought bubbling up in his heart. If an enemy spoke against you, he would say, "Never mind them, let them write until theywear the nibs from their pens, and do not answer them." If he suspected that others thought harshly of you, he would alwayshave an excuse for the young beginner, or if he did not make an excuse in your presence, yet he would give you a word of encouragement.Ah! I dare say many of you have seen him during this last year or two. That noble countenance, that fatherly expression, thatoverflowing love, were all signs that he was getting ready for the hand of the blessed Master to take him to himself. Godforbid we should have wished him to be here longer! Was he not ripe? Let him then be taken home, God forbid we should havedesired that he had gone earlier; he would not have been ripe, but when fully ripe the Master removed him. I cast my eye roundupon some of you, dearly beloved; some of you whose heads are bald, and others of you who wear that crown of glory, wovenof grey hairs, and I do trust it will be so with you, that each day shall be making you more and more meet for your Father'spresence. So when the silver cord shall be loosed and the golden bowl shall be broken, when they that look out of the windowsshall be darkened, and when the pitcher shall be broken at the cistern, and the wheel shall be broken at the fountain, mayyour spirit return in gladness to God who gave it, that you may rejoice in him for ever and for ever. I do not like to seea Christian die like a boy who leaves his play because he is tired of it, and I do not on the other hand, like to see a Christiango from this world like a boy who is flogged out of his play and who is sorry to leave it. I like to see him like a fair shipwhich has all its cargo on board and all its passengers on deck, the flags are flying and the pennants streaming in the gale,and all the canvas is fully stretched, and it waits till it is just high tide, the tide begins to roll out towards the sea,and it sails on the head of the tide with the wind bellying out the sails, and so hath the soul an abundant entrance intothe joy of its Lord. May it be yours and mine, as many years as we shall live, to be each of us ripening for the "rest whichremaineth for the people of God."
Lastly, and very solemnly, now, may God the Holy Ghost bless what I shall have to say concerning a ripeness with which thesinful and ungodly, all of you who are unconverted, are ripening. You are being ripened from within; the depravity of yourown heart is developing itself every hour, and though the heart can grow no worse, yet will the outward life grow worse bya ripening process from within. The fermentation of your own depravity shall prepare you for destruction. Satan too is dailybusy with you, to try and make you grow in vice. He is an apt teacher, for well is he skilled in it, and he will leave nostone unturned to make the young beginner in sin sit in the chair of Belial, and become a very Doctor of Damnation. Yea, asa creature planted in the field of Providence you are daily ripening in sin. Are you prosperous-do you not become proud? Dothings go amiss with you-do you not murmur against God? And are not your pride and murmuring each a species of ripening forthe great day of God's wrath? Ah! and I speak to some to-day, who are getting ripe in sin by being taught and instructed inevils which they never knew before? Young man, have you been lately taken into a firm where you have been taught by otheryoung men, more advanced than yourself, some new folly, some new iniquity which you never knew in your country home? You arebeing ripened for hell. Old man, have you just come to that period in life when you are able to teach others iniquity, andguide others into sin? You are not as Amos, who could ripen fruit for God, but you are become a bruiser of sycamore fruitfor Satan; helping Satan to ripen the fruit in his own diabolical garden. I speak to some here this morning who have strolledinto this Hall from curiosity, who are growing very ripe in sin. You look back upon the days of your boyhood now, with wonder-wondering,as you say, that you could ever have been "so green," so foolish as you then were. Ah! but what is your wisdom now? Has itnot been an advancement in guilt? Have you not looked upon sin so long that you are being changed into its image, from iniquityunto iniquity, as by the very work of Satan himself. Are not some of you conscious that you know things now that you did notknow years ago and that you can indulge with hardness of heart in crimes that would have startled you in days gone by? Oh,look back I beseech you, upon the hours of your comparative innocence, and mourn over the thought that you are growing riper,and riper, and riper each day, and everything that happens to you is conspiring to make you rotten-ripe. Ere long you willfall from life's spreading tree and utterly perish.
And do you ask me in what it is that the sinner ripens? I could not give you particulars in such a case as this, but certainlymost sinners ripen in knowledge of sin; they ripen in love to sin, and they ripen also in the hardness of heart which enablesthem to commit sin with impunity. And with some, sin has attained such a ripeness that they dare to blaspheme God. They havegrown so rotten ripe, that they will even dare to say there is no God, or think that he is blind, or ignorant, and will notsee and punish sin in the sinner. It is an awful sign of nearness to hell when a man begins to think that he can doubt theexistence of a God. I consider that time is lost in controverting with men upon this point. We are not to controvert but todenounce. I should not expect to teach a serpent to change its hissing for music, nor do I think that while men are unregenerateit is of much use to teach them to change their in infidelity for formality. God himself must convert those who have goneinto infidelity with his own word, for our reasonings are powerless. We must pray for them; yet must they be left in his hands,for it is a deep ditch, and the abhorred of the Lord do fall therein.
I may have in my presence, too, some who have become so rotten-ripe that they will not only curse God themselves, and despisereligion, and violate every precept of it, but they will not tolerate religion near them. They cast slander upon every godlyaction; they persecute their relations who fear the Lord. Ah, sirs, ye do but show what spirit ye are of. Your actions dobut discover the inward baseness and depravity of your hearts. Take heed to yourselves-take heed. When ye see the ripe fruitupon the tree ye expect it shall soon be gathered, and when I hear of those ill-deeds of yours, I may well expect that yourdamnation shall not long tarry, but that the pains of death shall soon close themselves upon you. Ye are ripening, sinners,ye are ripening, and unless God change your hearts, your gathering time shall soon come. And for what are you ripening? Youare ripening for death-ripening for eternal judgment, and ripening for the wrath of God. Will you take this fact home withyou? If I cannot speak to you this morning as I would, at any rate I will speak to you as I can. Oh unconverted men and women,I conjure you take this with you, you are ripening for hell. And some fruits ripen very quickly, and those that ripen slowlyripen surely, and the gathering time shall come. The righteous shall be gathered, and be as apples of gold in baskets of silver;and you shall be gathered and be an grapes of Gomorrah and be cast into the winepress of divine wrath to be trodden in hisindignation. Does the prospect please you? Are you prepared to make your bed in hell, and to lay down in everlasting burnings?Oh, remember, if you take the road, you must take the end; if you will have your ripening time of sin, then your rotting timemust be a time of damnation. "Be not deceived, God is not mocked." He will not change his dispensations for you. "He thatgoeth on in his iniquity, hardening his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed and that without remedy." Oh, my dear hearers, Icould stand and weep over some of you. My soul weepeth now at the thought of the many who have been in this hall and havegone away to despise the Word which has been preached, and to be ripened in their sin by the very efforts which have beenmade to turn them away from their iniquity. And shall it be so with you? Shall Sabbath after Sabbath only ripen you for theflames? Sirs, shall earnest warnings only supply faggots for your burning? Shall the tender heart of one who would die tosave you only increase the guilt which you acquire by despising that earnestness? Oh, what multitudes in this hall have beenchanged, renewed, converted, and some of them were the rotten-ripe ones. When I look over the Church-book we have to recordthose who have been added to our fellowship, containing the history of their conversion, I often clap my hands with delight,for there are those in the Church now who were not simply drunkards and swearers, but who were the worst of drunkards andvilest of blasphemers. We have some who were not content with being damned themselves, but did their best to turn wife andchildren from the way of truth, and hated and scorned that which was good. Many a man has come to me when he was about tobe added to the Church, and his first speech has been, "Will you ever forgive me, sir?" I have said, "Forgive what;" "Whybecause," said he, "there was no word in the English language that was bad enough for you, and yet I had never seen you inmy life, and I had no reason for speaking like that. And oh if I have cursed God's people, and said all manner of evil ofthem, will you forgive me?" My reply has been, "I have nothing to forgive? I am sure if you have spoken against me I am heartilyglad that you are ready to confess the sin to God, but as far as I was concerned there was no offense given and none taken."And oh how glad have I been when that man has said that his heart was broke and that he repented of all his sins, and Christhad put away all his iniquities, and that he wished to follow the Lord and make confession of his faith. May that be my happylot this morning; or instead thereof, must I, the minister of this congregation, behold some of you in perdition? Must I,my hearers, if I be saved myself, stand and look upon you cast down into perdition by the eternal God? I cannot bear the thought.I know not whether it is pleasing to you-but surely it cannot be. Do you wish for ever to be cast away from God?-for ever!for ever! for ever! Are you so mad as to dash yourself against the point of Jehovah's spear! Say what pleasure is there incasting yourself upon the bosses of his buckler? Why will you cast yourself into an oven of devouring wrath! What need isthere, sinner, that thou shouldst rend thyself in pieces, and be thine own tormentor? And yet every sin is a mixing of thepoison that destroys thy own soul, every act of lust is a kindling of the fire that shall consume thee. Oh! I conjure thee,turn!
O Lord do thou the sinner turn. O Spirit of God come down and work with the most obdurate and hardened of men; and let sinnerswho are ripened for destruction now be renewed in heart, that they may become fruits of grace, and at last be ripened foreternal glory.