Sermon 1068. A Simple Remedy
A SERMON DELIVERED ON LORD'S-DAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 1, 1872,
BY C. H. SPURGEON,
AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.
"With His stripes we are healed." Isaiah 53:5.
EVER since the Fall, healing has been the chief necessity of manhood. There was no physician in Paradise, but outside thatblissful enclosure professors of the healing art have been precious as the gold of Ophir. Even in Eden itself there grew herbswhich should, in after days, yield medicine for the body of man. Before sin came into the world, and disease which is theconsequence of it, God had created plants of potent efficacy to soothe pain and wrestle with disease. Blessed be His name,while thus mindful of the body, He had not forgotten the direr sicknesses of the soul-for He has raised up for us a Plantof renown, yielding a balm far more effectual than that of Gilead! This He had done before the plague of sin had yet infectedus. Christ Jesus, the true Medicine of the sons of men, was ordained of old to heal the sicknesses of His people.
Everywhere, at this present hour, we meet with some form or other of sickness. No place, however healthful, is free from disease.As for moral disease, it is all around us and we are thankful to add that the remedy is everywhere within reach. The BelovedPhysician has prepared a healing medicine which can be reached by all classes which is available in every climate, at everyhour, under every circumstance and is effectual in every case wherever it is received. Of that Medicine we shall speak thismorning, praying that we may have God's help in so doing. It is a great mercy for us who have to preach, as well as for youwho have to hear, that the Gospel healing is so very simple-our text describes it- "With His stripes we are healed."
These six words contain the marrow of the Gospel and yet scarcely one of them contains a second syllable. They are words forplain people and in them there is no affectation of mystery or straining after the profound. I looked, the other day, intoold Culpepper's Herbal. It contains a marvelous collection of wonderful remedies. Had this old herbalist's prescriptions beenuniversally followed there would not long have been any left to prescribe for-the astrological herbalist would soon have extirpatedboth sickness and mankind! Many of his recipes contain from 12 to 20 different drugs, each one needing to be prepared in apeculiar manner. I think I once counted 40 different ingredients in one single draught!
Very different are these recipes, with their elaboration of preparation, from the Biblical prescriptions which effectuallyhealed the sick-such as these-"Take a lump of figs, and lay it for a plaster upon the boil." Or that other one-"Go and washin Jordan seven times." Or that other-"Take up your bed and walk." One cannot but admire the simplicity of truth, while falsehoodconceals her deformities with a thousand tricks! If you want to see Culpepper's Herbal carried out in spiritual things, goand buy a Directory for the carrying on of the Ritualistic services of the Church of England, or the Church of Rome.
You shall find, there, innumerable rules as to when you shall bow and to what quarter of the heavens you shall look-when youshall stand up, and when you shall kneel-when you shall dress in black, in white, in blue, or in violet. There are instructionson how you shall pray and what you shall pray-a collect being appointed for today-and another for tomorrow. On the other hand,if you would know the true way of having your souls healed, go to the Word of God and study such a text as this: "With Hisstripes we are healed." In the one case all is mysterious-in the other all is simple and clear. Quackery cannot live withoutmystery, show, ceremony and pretence. But the Truth of God is as plain as a pikestaff, legible as though it were written onthe broad heavens and so simple that a babe may comprehend it. "With His stripes we are healed."
I saw in Paris, years ago, a public vendor of quack medicines and an extraordinary personage he was. He came riding into themarket place with a fine chariot drawn by horses richly adorned, while a trumpet was sounded before him. This
mighty healer of all diseases made his appearance clothed in a coat of as many colors as that of Joseph! And on his head wasa helmet adorned with variegated plumes. He delivered himself of a jargon which might be French, which might also be Latin,or might be nonsense-for no one in the crowd could understand it. With a little persuasion the natives bought his medicines,persuaded that so great and wise a man could surely cure them. Truly, this is one reason why there is an adoption in the RomishChurch of the Latin tongue and why in many other Churches there is an affectation of a theological jargon which nobody cancomprehend-and which would not be of any use to them if they did comprehend
The whole is designed to delude the multitude. To what purpose are fine speeches in the Gospel ministry? Sicknesses are nothealed by eloquence! It was an ill day in which rhetoric crept into the Church of God and men attempted to make the Gospela subject for oratory. The Gospel needs no human eloquence to recommend it! It stands most securely when without a buttress!Like beauty, it is most adorned when unadorned the most. The native charms of the Gospel suffice to commend it to those whohate spiritual eyes and those who are blind will not admire it, deck it as we may.
I shall, therefore, content myself this morning with declaring the Gospel to you in the plainest possible language, forfeitingany attempts at excellency of speech. I know it to be the Gospel of God. I know it will save you if you receive it-it hassaved me-it has saved thousands more! I shall put it before you in plain, unvarnished language. I beseech you to receive itand I pray that God's Holy Spirit may lead you to do so. Coming at once to our text, we observe, first, that these are sadwords-"With His stripes we are healed." We remark, secondly, that these are glad words! And, then, we shall notice, thirdly,that these are very suggestive words.
I. THESE ARE SAD WORDS. They are part of a mournful piece of music which might be called "the Requiem of the Messiah." Hearits solemn notes-"Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God andafflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace wasupon Him and with His stripes we are healed." Do you not feel that the song so softly stated has touched your heart to pityand moistened your eyes with tears? "With His stripes we are healed."
This is not the brine of woe, but yet it is salt with sorrow. The sun is not eclipsed but it shines through a cloud. No onereads the inner sense of these words without feeling grief of soul. This is caused by the fact that the words imply the existenceof disease and speak of great suffering connected with the remedy. I say these are sad words because they imply disease. "WithHis stripes we are healed. This, "we," comprehends within itself all the saints and hence it is clear that all the saintsneeded healing. Those who are today before the Throne of God without spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing, were once as defiledas the lepers who were shut out of the camp of Israel!
Enoch, Noah, Abraham, Jacob, David, Elijah, Hezekiah, Daniel-all these were once sick of the accursed malady of sin. All theexcellent of the earth among us now who have been saved by Sovereign Grace were once heirs of wrath even as others-as surelyshaped in iniquity and conceived in sin as the rest of mankind! There is a confession here, by implication, of all who arewashed in the blood of Jesus that they needed washing-of all who are healed by His stripes-that they were sorely sick withsin.
This confession is true. Every child of God will join in it and he that knows himself best will make it with greatest emphasis.We were so diseased that nothing could have restored us but the precious blood of our dear Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Itis a dread fact that sin has infected the entire family of man. We are all sinful-sinful through and through-we are all corruptwith evil passions and depraved desires. Our fathers were fallen men and so are we, and so will our children be. The puttingof bitter for sweet and of sweet for bitter, of darkness for light and light for darkness is engendered in us all. "Everyone of them is gone back; they are altogether become filthy, there is none that does good, no not one."
Oh, mournful, miserable fact-in a fair world, "where every prospect pleases"-beneath a glorious sky where stars peer downupon us like the eyes of God, man lives a rebel to his God, a traitor to the Truth of God, an enemy of good, a slave of evil!He who was made to rule the world rules not himself! Fashioned for wisdom, he drivels like a fool! Ordained immortality, helabors for the wages of sin which is death! Sin has dimmed his eyes, hardened his heart, uncrowned his head, weakened hisstrength, filled him with putrefying sores and left him naked to his shame! The disease of sin is of the most loathsome character.Supposing it possible for every man to have had the leprosy and yet for no man to have had sin, that would have been no calamityat all compared with that of our becoming sinful!
If it could so have happened that we could have been deprived of our most useful faculties and yet had remained innocent,that would have been a small catastrophe compared with this depraving of our nature by sin. To inoculate the parent stockwith evil was the great design of Satan, for he knew that this would work the worst conceivable ill to God's creatures. Hellitself is not more horrible than sin. No vision, ghastly and grim, can ever be so terrible to the spiritual eye as the hideous,loathsome thing called sin. Remember that this dread evil is in us all! We are, at this day, every one of us, by nature onlyfit to be burned up with the abominations of the universe!
If we think we are better than that, we do not know ourselves. It is a part of the infatuation of evil that its victims pridethemselves upon their excellence. Our infernal pride makes us cover our leprous foreheads with the silver veil of self-deception.Like a foul bog covered over with green moss, our Nature hides its rottenness beneath a film of suppositious righteousness.And, Brothers and Sisters, while sin is loathsome before God at the present time, it will lead to the most deadly result indue season. There is not a man or woman among us that can escape the damnation of Hell apart from the healing virtue of theSavior's atoning sacrifice. No, not one!
Your lovely little girl is defiled in heart, albeit that as yet nothing worse than childish folly is discoverable. Just leavethat little mind to its own devices and the fair child will become an arch-transgressor! Yonder most amiable youth, althoughno blasphemous word has ever blackened his lips and no lustful thought has yet inflamed his eyes, must yet be born-again orhe may wander into foulest ways! And yonder most moral tradesman, though he has as yet done justice to his fellow men, willperish if he is not saved by the Grace of God through Christ Jesus! Sin dwells in us and will be deadly in the case of everyoneamong us, without a solitary exception, unless we accept the remedy which God has provided.
Ah, dear Friends, this disease is none the better because we do not feel it. It is all the worse. It is one of the worst symptomsin some diseases, when men become incapable of feeling. It is dreadful when the delirious sick man cries out, "I am well enough!I will leave this bed! I will go to my business!" Hear how he raves-must we not put him under restraint? The louder his boastsof health the more sad the delirious patient's condition. When ignorance is known and felt it is not dense, but he who knowsnothing and yet fancies that he knows everything, is ignorant, indeed.
Sin is also a very painful disease when it is known and felt. When the Spirit of God leads a man to see the sin which is reallyin himself, then how he changes his note! Oh, children of God, have you forgotten how acutely sin made you smart? Those blackdays of conviction! My soul still has them in remembrance-remembering the wormwood and the gall! The period of my convictionof sin is burnt into my memory as with a red-hot iron-its wounds are cured, but the scars remain. As Habakkuk has well putit, "When I heard, my belly trembled, my lips quivered at the voice, rottenness entered into my bones and I trembled in myself."Oh, 'tis a burden, this load of sin-a burden which might crush an angel down to Hell!
There I stood and seemed like another staggering Atlas, bearing up a world of sin upon these shoulders and fearing every momentlest I should be crushed into the abyss and justly lost forever. Only let a man once feel sin for half-an-hour-really feelits tortures-and I guarantee you he could prefer to dwell in a pit of snakes than to live with his sins! Remember that cryof David, "My sin is ever before me"? He speaks as though it haunted him! He shut his eyes but he still saw its hideous shape!He sought his bed, but like a nightmare it weighed upon his breast. He rose and it rose with him. He tried to shake it offamong the haunts of men-in business and in pleasure-but like a blood-sucking vampire it clung to him! Sin was ever beforehim, as though it were painted on his eyeballs-the glass of his soul's window was stained with it!
He sought his closet but could not shut it out. He sat alone but it sat with him. He slept, but it cursed his dreams. Hismemory was burdened by it. His imagination it lit up with lurid flames-his judgment it armed with a ten-thronged whip-hisexpectations it shrouded in midnight gloom. A man needs no worse Hell than his own sin and an awakened conscience. Let thisbe instead of racks and whips of burning wire. Conscience once aroused will find in sin the worm undying, the unquenchablefire and the bottomless pit. Though God Himself will punish sin, yet it is a wolf which tears its own flesh, a viper whichturns its envenomed fang upon itself!
Perhaps many of you may reply, "But we do not feel this!" True, because you have contrived, for the present, to give sedativesto conscience. I pity you because you are not aware of the truth. I see how it is with you. You think your money making, orspending your days pleasantly, or your performance of your daily labor is all you need consider. But if you were not deceivedby sin you would know better! You would understand that you are God's creatures and that God did
not make you to live for yourselves. Which among you builds a house and does not intend either to live in it or gain somethingby the letting of it? And do you think God made you without designing to glorify Himself in you?
Oh, men and women, did your Creator make you that you might live only for yourselves and make your bellies your gods? Do youdream that you may miss the end of your being and not have it required at your hands? Will He suffer you to rob Him of yourservice and wink at your rebellion, and treat it as if it were nothing? It shall not be so, as you will find to your regret!Oh, may you be taught, now, the evil of sin! Spirit of God, it is Your office to convict the world of sin, of righteousnessand of judgment-do Your office now, for none will apply for healing till they feel the smart- none will look to the stripesof Jesus till they feel the wounds of sin! When sin is bitter, Christ is sweet, but only then. When death threatens, thendo men fly to Christ for life. No man ever loves Christ till he loathes himself! No man ever cares for Jesus till he comesto see that out of Jesus he is a lost, ruined and undone soul! Oh, may God grant that the sorrowful part of these words mayring in your ears till you mourn your grievous sin!
But there is a second sorrow in the verse, and that is sorrow for the suffering by which we are healed. "With His stripeswe are healed." I find that the word here used is in the singular and not as the translation would lead you to suppose. Ihardly know how to fully translate the word. It is read by some as "weal," "bruise," or "wound," meaning the mark or printof blows on the skin. But Alexander says the word denotes the tumor raised in flesh by scourging. It is elsewhere translated,"blueness," "hurt," and "spots," and evidently refers to the black and blue marks of the scourge. The use of a singular nounmay have been intended to set forth that our Lord was, as it were, reduced to a mass of bruising and was made one great bruise.By the suffering which that condition indicated we are saved.
Our text alludes partly to the sufferings of His body, but much more to the agonies of His soul. The body of our Lord andSavior was bruised. Scourging under the Jewish law was always moderate-there was a pause made at a point which mercy had appointed.Thirty-nine stripes were all that could be given. But our Lord was not beaten according to the Jewish law-He was scourgedby Pilate and the scourging of the Romans was peculiarly brutal. They stopped not at the 40 stripes save one-they struck atrandom, according to their own will. The Savior endured a scourging which was intended to be a substitute for death-"I willscourge Him and release Him," said Pilate-but instead of its being a substitute for death it became a prelude to it.
Probably most men would prefer to die rather than to be scourged after the Roman fashion and might be wise in making sucha choice. Sinews of oxen were intertwisted with knuckle bones of sheep and these were armed with small slivers of bone sothat every stroke gashed the flesh deeply and caused fearful wounds and tears-as says the Prophet, "the plowers made deepfurrows." Our Savior's back was plowed and furrowed deeply in the day of His scourging. Now you may look at the Person ofJesus, your Substitute and Sacrifice, covered with livid bruises by human cruelty and say, "With His stripes we are healed."
But you must not stop there and think that flesh wounds were all His stripes, for our Lord bore more terrible stripes in Hissoul. He was struck in His heart each day of His life. He had to suffer the ills of Providence. Being a Man He had sympathywith us in all those stripes which are the inheritance of Adam's sons. He felt the stripes of poverty, stripes of weariness,stripes of sickness, stripes of heaviness, stripes of bereavement-above all others, He was a "Man of sorrows and acquaintedwith grief." Moreover, He had to run the gauntlet of all mankind. Stripes fell upon our Savior from all sorts of men-for everyman's sin laid a stroke upon His shoulders.
When He was here on earth, if He saw men sin, that smote Him. If He heard them speak a wrong word, that smote Him. Havingsinned, we have been hardened by sin-but He was pure and perfect-and it was a bruise to Him to come into contact with sin.You remember how His adversaries called Him a drunk and a wine-bibber-how they said He had a devil and was mad? Thus theywere all striking Him. Each man laying on his blow with all his might. Worse than all, He was wounded in the house of Hisfriends. Was any blow equal to that which Judas lay upon those shoulders? And next to that, could anything surpass in painthe blows which Peter gave when he said, "I know not the Man"?
There was a cruel process in the English navy in which men were made to run the gauntlet all along the ship, with sailorson each side, each man being bound to give a stroke to the poor victim as he ran along. Our Savior's life was a running ofthe gauntlet between His enemies and His friends who all struck Him, one here and another there. By those sorrowful and shamefulstripes we this day are healed! Satan, too, struck at Him. I think I see the Arch-fiend ascend from
the pit with haste and, lifting himself upon his dragon wings, come forward to strike the Savior, daring to inflict upon Hissoul the accursed temptations of Hell!
He struck Him in the desert and in the garden, till beneath that smiting great drops of blood crimsoned His face. But thiswas nothing compared with the fact that He was smitten of God! Oh, what a word is that! If God were to lay His finger on anyone of us this morning, only His finger, we should be struck with sickness, paralysis, yes, and death! Then think of God smiting!God must strike sin wherever He sees it-it is just that He should do so-it is as much an essential part of God's Nature thatHe should crush sin as that He should love, for, indeed, it is only love in another form that makes Him hate that which isevil!
So when He saw our sin laid upon His Son, He struck Him with the blows of a cruel One till beneath that smiting His Son criedout, "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" He was bearing, in that moment, all the crushing blows of that great swordof vengeance of which we read in the Prophets-"Awake, O sword, against My Shepherd, and against the Man that is My Fellow,says the Lord." Put these things all together as best you can, for I lack words with which to fitly describe these bruisesfrom the ills of life-bruises from friends and foes, stripes from Satan, and blows from God-and surely it is the most sorrowfulstory that ever was told-
"O King of Grief! (A title strange, yet true.
To You, of all kings, only due). O King of Wounds!
How shall I grieve for You Who in all grief outruns me?
Shall I weep blood?
Why, You have wept such store,
That all Your body was one sore.
Shall I be scourged, flouted, boxed, sold?
'Tis but to tell the tale is told;
My God, my God, if You do part from me,
Is such a grief as cannot be."
One needs to be a Niobe, a dripping well of tears, to mourn the Chief of among 10,000 made the Chief of sufferers! That theEver-Blessed One should suffer! That the Lord of Life should bleed! The angels worship Him and yet Jehovah struck Him! Heis so fair that nothing else is beautiful to any eye that has once gazed upon Him, and yet they spit in His face and marredHis lovely countenance with cruel blows of brutal fists! He is all tenderness, but they are all cruelty! He is harmless asa lamb! He never thought nor spoke a thing of wrong to mortal man, but yet they strike Him as though He were a fierce beastof prey, fit only to be bruised to death.
He is all love and, when they strike Him worst, He does but pray for them, yet strike they still! No curses drop from thosedear lips, but words of pity only, and of sweet intercession follow each blow, yet still they wound and buffet and blaspheme!Oh, grief far deeper than the sea! Oh, woe immeasurable! They strike Him for whom they ought to have gladly died-Him for whomthe noble army of martyrs counted it all joy to render up their lives-they despitefully entreat Him who came on errands ofpure mercy and disinterested Grace. Oh, cruel whips and cruel hands and yet more-cruel hearts of wicked men! Surely we shouldnever read such words as these without feeling that they call for sorrow-sorrow which if mingled with spiritual repentance,will be a fit anointing for His burial, or, at least, a bath in which to wash away the blood stains from His dear and mostpure flesh.
II. Next-and may the Spirit of God help us with fresh power-THESE ARE GLAD WORDS. "With His stripes we are healed." They areglad words, first, because they speak of healing. "We are healed." Understand these words, oh Beloved, of that virtual healingwhich was given you in the day when Jesus Christ died upon the Cross. In the moment when Christ yielded up the ghost, allHis elect might have said, and said with truth, "We are healed!" For, from that moment their sins were put away-a full atonementwas made for all the chosen! Christ had laid down His life for His sheep!
He had redeemed His saints from among men-the ransom price was fully paid-a complete expiation for sin was made and the redeemedwere clear. Let us, this morning, walk up and down with perfect peace and confidence, for from the day when Jesus died wewere perfectly clear before the judgment seat of God! "With His stripes we are healed," or rather, "we were healed," for thewords are in the past in the original Hebrew. "With His stripes we were healed." My
sins, they ceased to be centuries ago! My debts, my Savior paid them before I was born and nailed up the receipted bill toHis Cross and I can see it there! The handwriting of ordinances that was contrary to us, He took away and nailed it to HisCross.
I can see it and while I read the long list of my sins-oh, how long, what a roll it needed to contain them-yet I see at thebottom, "The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin." It matters not how long that roll was-the debt is alldischarged. I am acquitted before God and so is every Believer in Jesus! Every soul that rests in Jesus was at the time whenJesus died, then and there absolved before the sacred Judgment Seat! "Who shall lay anything to the charge of God's elect?"is a fit challenge to ring forth from the Cross where atonement was finished.
But, dear Friends, there is an actual application of the great expiation to us when, by faith, we receive it individuallyand it is that, also which is intended here. To as many as have believed in Jesus, His stripes have given the healing of forgivenessof sin and, moreover, it has conquered the deadly power of sin. Sin no longer has dominion over them, for they are not underthe Law but under Grace. Nothing ever delivers a man from the power of sin like a sight of the suffering Savior. I have heardof a man who had lived a dissolute life, who could never be reclaimed from it by any means, but at last, when he saw his mothersick and die from grief at his ways, the thought that she had died because of his sins touched his heart and made him repentof his ungodliness.
If there was such efficacy to cause repentance in that form of suffering, much more is there when we come to see Jesus diein our place! Then our heart melts with love to Him! Then hatred of sin takes possession of the soul and the reigning powerof evil is destroyed! Christ's stripes have healed us of all love of sin! Faith in the Crucified One has healed our eyes-oncethey were blind-for "when we saw Him, there was no beauty that we should desire Him." Now, since we have seen His stripes,we see all beauties unite in His adorable Person! I know, Beloved, if you have put your trust in the sufferings of Jesus,you think Him to be the most precious of beings-you see a loveliness in Him which all Heaven's angels could not rival.
The stripes of Immanuel have also healed our hearts. "We hid, as it were, our faces from Him. He was despised and we esteemedHim not," but now our hearts delight in Him and we turn our faces towards Him as the flowers look to the sun. We only wishthat we could see Him face to face! And He has healed our feet, too, for they were prone to evil-note the verse that followsour text-"All we, like sheep, have gone astray. We have turned, everyone, to his own way." A sight of His stripes has broughtus back and charmed by the disinterested love which suffered in our place, we follow the great Bishop and Shepherd of oursouls and desire never again to wander from His commands. From head to foot His stripes have bound up our wounds and mollifiedthem with ointment.
He forgives all our iniquities, He heals all our diseases. Beloved, if you would be cured of any sin, however spreading itsinfection, fly to Jesus' wounds! This is the only way to be rid of the palsy of fear, the lever of lust, the sore blistersof remorse, or the leprosy of iniquity! His stripes are the only medicine for transgression. Men have tried to overcome theirpassions by the contemplation of death, but they have failed to bury sin in the grave. They have strived to subdue the rageof lust within their Nature by meditating upon Hell, but that has only rendered the heart hard and callous to love's appeals.He who once believingly beholds the mystery of Christ suffering for him shakes off the viper of sin into the fire which consumedthe great Sacrifice. Where the blood of the Atonement falls, sin's hand is palsied, its grasp is relaxed, its scepter falls,it vacates the throne of the heart and the Spirit of Grace, and truth, and love, and righteousness occupies the royal seat.
I may be addressing some this morning who despair of being saved. Behold Christ smarting in your place and you will neverdespair again. If Jesus bore the transgressors' punishment there is every room for hope. Perhaps your disease is love of theworld and a fear of man. You dare not become a Christian because men would laugh at you. If you could hear the scourges fallupon the Savior's back, you would henceforth say, "Did He suffer thus for me? I will never be ashamed of Him again." And insteadof shunning the fight you would seek out the thick of the fray. "With His stripes we are healed." It is a universal medicine.There is no disease by which your soul can be afflicted but an application of the blue bruises of your Lord will take outthe deadly virus from your soul.
Are you ambitious? This will bring you down. Are you desponding? This will lift you up. Are you hot with passion? This willcool you. Are you chill with indolence? This will stimulate you. The Cross! The Cross! The Cross of Christ! What power dwellsin it! Full sure, if even for Satan that Cross had been set up on earth, it would have lifted him from
Hell to Heaven! But it is not for him-it is, however, for the vilest of the sons of men-and there are no sons of men so corruptthat the Cross of Christ cannot purge them of all evil!
Bear this Gospel into Africa, where superstitious sorcery holds men's minds in thralldom-it will uplift before all eyes thecharter of Africa's liberty! Ethiopia shall stretch out her hands, liberated from her chains, when she shall see a CrucifiedSavior! Bear the Cross among the Brahmins or among the Hindus-preach the Cross among a race of men who boast their wisdomand they shall become ignorant in their own esteem but truly wise before the Lord-when they shall see the light that streamsfrom Immanuel's wounds! Even Oriental cunning and lasciviousness are thus healed! Do not tell me that we ought mainly to preachChrist exalted-I will preach my Lord upon the throne and delight therein-but the great remedy for ruined manhood is not Christin glory, but Christ in shame and death!
We know some who select Christ's Second Advent as their one great theme and we would not silence them yet they err. The SecondComing is a glorious hope for saints, but there is no cure in it for sinners! To them the coming of the Lord is darkness andnot light! But Christ smitten for our sins-there is the star which breaks the sinner's midnight! I know if I preached Christon the Throne, many proud hearts would have Him. But, oh, Sirs, you must have Christ on the Cross before you can know Himon the Throne! You must bow before the Crucified! You must trust a dying Savior or else if you pretend to honor Him by theglories which are to come, you do but belie Him and you know Him not. To the Cross, to the Cross, to the Cross! Write thatupon the signposts of the road to the City of Refuge! Fly there, you guilty ones, as to the only sanctuary for the sinfulfor, "with His stripes we are healed." There is joy in this!
There is another joy in the text-joy in the honor which it brings to Christ. The stripes, let us lament them. The healing,let us rejoice in it! And then, the Physician, let us honor Him. "With His stripes we are healed." Jesus Christ works realcures. We are healed, effectually healed. We were healed when we first believed; we are still healed. Abiding cure we have,for still to His wounds we fly. An eternal cure we have, for never man was healed by Christ and then relapsed and died. "WithHis stripes we are healed"-by nothing else-by no mixture of something else with those stripes. Not by priestcraft, not bysacraments, not by our own prayers, not by our own good works. "With His stripes we are healed"-healed of all sin of everykind-of sins past, of sins present and sins to come! We are healed, completely healed of all, and that in a moment-not throughlong years of waiting and of gradually growing better but-"With His stripes we are healed," completely healed, even now. Blessedbe His name!
Now, child of God, if you would give glory to God, declare that you are healed this morning! Be not always saying, "I hopeI am saved." The man who he says hopes he is cured does not greatly recommend the physician. But the man who knows he is,he is the man who brings him honor. Let us speak positively-we can do so. Let us speak out in the face of all mankind andnot be ashamed. Let us say, "As surely as we were diseased, so surely are we healed through the stripes of our Lord JesusChrist." Let us give Jesus all glory! Let us magnify Him to the utmost.
I see now in vision a company of men gathering herbs along the slopes of the Seven Hills of Rome. With mystic rites they cullthose ancient plants whose noxious influence once drugged our fathers into deadly slumbers. They are compounding again thecup of Rome's ancient sorcery and saying-"Here is the universal medicine! The great Catholic remedy." I see them pouring theirBelladonna, Monkshood and deadly Henbane into the great pot forever simmering on the Papal hearth. Do you think the nationsare to be healed by this accursed amalgam? Will not the end be as in the days of the Prophets, when one gathered wild gourdsand they cried out, "there is death in the pot"?
Yes, indeed, so it will be, even though Oxford and Canterbury set their seal upon the patent medicine! Come, you brave sonsof protesting fathers! Come and overturn this witches' caldron and spill it back into the Hell for which alone it is fit!Pity that even old Tiber's tawny flood should be poisoned with it, or bear its deadly mixture to that sea across which oncesailed the Apostolic boat. The wine of Rome's abominations is now imported into this island and distributed in a thousandtowns and villages by your own national clergy! And all classes and conditions of men are being made drunk with its filth!You lovers of your race and of your God, stop the traffic and proclaim around the Popish caldron, "There is no healing here."
No healing plants ever grew upon the Seven Hills of Rome, nor are the roots improved in virtue if transplanted to Canterbury,or the city on the Isis. There is one Divine remedy and only one. It is no mixture. Receive it and live-"With His stripeswe are healed." No sprinkling can wash out sin! No confirmation can confer Divine Grace! No masses can propitiate God! Yourhope must be in Jesus! Jesus smitten! Jesus bruised! Jesus slain! Jesus the Substitute for sinners!
Whoever believes in Him is healed, but all other hopes are a lie from top to bottom. Of Sacramentarianism I will say thatits Alpha is a lie and its Omega is a lie! It is as false as the devil who devised it! But Christ and only Christ is the truePhysician of souls, and His stripes the only remedy.
Oh, for a trumpet to sound this through every town of England! Through every city of Europe! Oh, to preach this in the Coliseum!Or better, still, from the pulpit of St. Peter's!-"With His stripes we are healed." Away, away you deceivers with your mixturesand compounds! Away you proud sons of men with your boasts of what you feel and think and do and what you intend and vow!"With HIS stripes we are healed." A crucified Savior is the sole and only hope of a sinful world.
III. Now, I said this is a VERY SUGGESTIVE text, but I shall not give you the suggestions for time has failed me, except tosay that whenever a man is healed through the stripes of Jesus, the instincts of his nature should make him say, "I will spendthe strength I have, as a healed man, for Him who healed me." Every stripe on the back of Christ cries to me, "You are notyour own! You are bought with a price." What do you say to this-you who profess to be healed? Will you live to Him? Will younot say, "For me to live is Christ. I desire now, having been healed through His precious blood, to spend and be spent inHis service"?
Oh, if you all were brought to this it would be a grand day for London-if we had a thousand men who would preach nothing butChrist and live nothing but Christ, what would the world see? A thousand? No, give us but a dozen men on fire with the loveof Jesus and if they would preach Christ out and out, and through and through and nothing else, the world would know a changebefore long! We should hear again the cry, "The men that turn the world upside down have come here, also." Nothing beneaththe sun is so mighty as the Gospel! Believe me, there is nothing so wise as Christ and nothing so potent over human heartsas the Cross! Vain are the dreams of intellect and the boasts of culture! Give me the Cross and keep your fineries!
You will know this when you come to die, Beloved. You will find nothing able to cheer your departing moments but the Savioron the bloody tree. When the man is panting for existence and the breath is hard to fetch, and the spirit faces eternity,you need no priest-no dead creed, no gaudy oratory, no sacraments, no dreams-you will demand certainties, verities, Divinerealities! And where will you find them but in the Divine Substitute? Here is a rock to put your foot on! Here are the rodand the staff of God Himself to comfort you! Then nothing will seem more admirable than the simple Truth of God that God becameMan and suffered in man's place and that God has promised that whoever believes in His Son shall not perish but have everlastinglife!
Beloved, if you know that Jesus has healed you, serve Him by telling others about the healing medicine. Whisper it in theear of one. Tell it in your houses to the twos. Preach it, if you can, to the hundreds of thousands. Print it in the papers.Write it with your pen. Spread it through every nook and corner of the land. Tell it to your children. Tell it to your servants.Leave none around you ignorant of it. Hang it up everywhere in letters of boldest type. "WITH HIS
STRIPES WE ARE HEALED!"
Oh, sound it! Sound it! Sound it loud as the trumpet of doom! And make men's ears to hear it, whether they will or not! TheLord bless you with this healing. Amen.