Here is a Christmas sermon from Charles Spurgeon which I offer forth in this
Christmas season. I hope it brings encouragment to you.
May God bless,
Carl
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A MERRY CHRISTMAS
by C.H. Spurgeon
"And his sons went and feasted in their houses, every one his day; and sent
and called for their three sisters to eat and to drink with them. And it was
so, when the days of their feasting were gone about, that Job sent and
sanctified them, and rose up early in the morning and offered burnt
offerings according to the number of them all: for Job said, It may be that
my sons have sinned, and cursed God in their hearts. Thus did Job
continually." - Job 1:4, 5.
Job was an exceedingly happy man before his great trial. He was as much
blessed in the fruit of his body as in his basket and in his store. Our text
gives us a very pleasing picture of Job's family. He was a happy man to have
had so many children all comfortably settled in life; for you will perceive
that they all had houses; they had left his roof; they had all established
themselves, and had so prospered in the world that there was not one of them
who had not enough of the world's goods to entertain all the rest. So that
it seemed as if Job's prosperity in his business had attended his children
in the different places where they had settled To add to his comfort, they
were an undivided family: not like Abraham's household, where there was an
Ishmael who mocked Isaac; nor like Isaac's household, where there was an
Esau, and a Jacob who sought to supplant him; nor like Jacob's household,
where there was a Joseph, and all the rest of his brethren were envious and
jealous of him; nor like David's household, where there was perpetual strife
and bickering between the one and the other. Job's descendants were a large
tribe; but they were all united and knit together in bonds of perfect
happiness; and moreover they seem to have had a great desire to preserve
their unity as a family. Perhaps Job and his family were the only ones who
feared God in the neighborhood; they wished therefore to keep themselves
together as a little flock of sheep in the midst of wolves, as a cluster of
stars in the midst of the thick darkness; and what a brilliant constellation
they were, all of them shining forth and proclaiming the truth of God! I say
it was their desire not only to enjoy pleasantness and peace, but to
maintain it; for I think that these annual meetings at the different houses
were intended to knit them together, so that if any little strife had
arisen, as soon as they met at the next brothers house all might be settled,
and the whole host might go on again shoulder to shoulder, and foot to foot,
as one phalanx of soldiers for God. I think Job must have been a right happy
man. I do not know that he always went to their feasts; perhaps the
soberness of age might have a little disqualified him for joining in their
youthful enjoyments, but I am sure he commended their feasting; I am quite
certain he did not condemn it. If he had condemned it he would never have
offered sacrifice to God, lest they should have sinned, but he would have
told them at once it was a sinful thing, and that he could give no
countenance to it. I think I see the happy group, so happy and holy that
surely if David had been there, he would have said. "Behold how good and
pleasant a thing it is for brethren to dwell together in unity." But Job was
a godly man, and so godly, that
unlike Eli, he brought up his household in the fear of God, and was not only
quick to observe any known sin, but was exceedingly jealous over his
children, lest secretly and inadvertently in their hearts, while they were
at their loaded tables, they might have said or thought anything which might
be termed blaspheming God. He therefore as soon as the feasting was over,
called them all together, and then as a preacher, told them of the danger to
which they were exposed, and as a priest, (for every patriarch before the
law was a priest) he offered burnt sacrifices, lest any sin should by any
possibility remain upon his sons and daughters. So saith the text. I pray
that now we may have grace to listen to it; and may what we shall now hear
abide with us during the coming week, when some of you shall meet together
in your own houses! May God grant that our parents, or we, if we be parents,
may be as Jobs, and when the feasting shall be over, may there
come the sacrifice and the prayer, lest we should have sinned and blasphemed
God in our hearts!
I shall divide my sermon thus. First, the text, and that is festive: so we
will ring in a merry bell. Secondly, that which is in the text, and that is
instructive: so we will ring the sermon bell. And, thirdly, that which
follows the text, and that is afflictive: so we will ring the funeral bell.
I. First, then, the text itself, and that is festive let us therefore, RING
THE MERRY BELL. I think I hear distinctly three notes in its merry peal.
First, the text gives a license; secondly, it suggests a caution; and
thirdly, it provides a remedy.
And, first, the text gives a licence. Now, ye souls who would deny to your
fellowmen all sorts of mirth, come and listen to the merry bell of this
text, while it gives a license to the righteous especially - a license that
they meet together in their houses, and eat and drink, and praise their God.
In Cromwell's days, the Puritans thought it an ungodly thing for men to keep
Christmas. They, therefore, tried to put it down, and the common crier went
through the street, announcing that Christmas was henceforth no more to be
kept, it being a Popish, if not a heathenish ceremony. Now, you do not
suppose that after the crier had made the proclamation, any living
Englishman took any notice of it; at least, I can scarcely imagine that any
did, except to laugh at it; for it is idle thus to strain at gnats and
stagger under a feather. Albeit, that we do not keep the feast as Papists,
nor even as a commemorative festival, yet there is a something in old
associations that makes us like the day in which a man may shake off the
cares of business, and disport himself with his little ones. God forbid I
should be such a Puritan as to proclaim the annihilation of any day of rest
which falls to the lot of the laboring man. I wish there were a half-a-dozen
holidays in the year. I wish there were more opportunities for the poor to
rest; though I would not have as many saint's days as there are in Romish
countries; yet, if we had but one or two more days in which the poor man's
household, and the rich man's family might meet together, it might perhaps,
be better for us. However, I am quite certain that all the preaching
in the world will not put Christmas down. You will meet next Tuesday, and
you will feast, and you will rejoice, and each of you, as God has given you
substance, will endeavor to make your household glad. Now, instead of
telling you that this is all wrong, I think the merry bell of my text gives
you a license so to do. Let us think a minute. Feasting is not a wrong
thing, or otherwise Job would have forbidden it to his children, he would
have talked to them seriously, and admonished them that this was an ungodly
and wicked custom, to meet together in their houses. But, instead of this,
Job only feared lest a wrong thing should be made out of a right thing, and
offered sacrifices to remove their iniquity; but he did by no means condemn
it. Would any of you ask a blessing upon your children's attendance at the
theater? Could you say, when they had been in such a place, "It may be they
have sinned?" No, you would only talk thus of a right thing. I think I can
prove to you that this was a good thing, for first you will notice, they met
in good houses; they did not go to an ale-house to feast; they had no need
to enter the tavern; but they met in their own houses; houses where prayer
and praise were wont to be made. How much better for the working man to
spend his money on his family than upon liquor sellers! And then it was in
good company. They did not scrape together all the ruffians of the place to
feast with them; but they kept to their own kith and kin; and feasting is
good when good men feast; especially when they spare for the poor, as no
doubt Job's children did, or else they were quite unworthy of
their generous ancestor. They feasted in good houses, and in good company.
And they observed during their feasting, good behavior. Job never heard of a
wrong expression they had used; no one ever told him that they had become
riotous, or that they had uttered one wrong word, or else Job could not have
said, "It may be," but he would have said, "It is so." He must be a good son
of whom a father could say, "It may be he has erred."
All that he had was a fear lest secretly they might have done wrong; but it
appears that openly their feasting had been such that even the busy tongue
of scandal could not find fault with them. And besides, their feasting was a
good thing, because it had a good intent; it was for amity, for cheerfulness
and family union. It was that they might be bound together as a bundle of
rods - strong and unbroken - that they might be as a strongly intertwined
cord, interwoven by these their family greetings and meetings.
Now, I say, that if in their case the thing was not wrong - and I think I
have proved in four respects that it was right, - it was in good houses, in
good company, with good behavior, and for a good purpose, - the text gives a
license for us to do the like, and to meet in our houses, in the company of
our kith and kin, provided we feast after a good sort, and do it with the
good intent of knitting our hearts the one towards the other.
But again: good men of old have feasted. Need I remind you of Abraham's
making a great feast in his house, when his child Isaac was weaned? Shall I
tell you of Sampson and his feasts, or of David, or of Hezekiah, or of
Josiah, and of the kings who gave to every man a loaf of bread, and a good
piece of flesh, and a flagon of wine, and they cheered their hearts, and
made merry before God?
But let me remind you, that feasting, so far from being evil, was even an
essential part of divine worship under the old law. Do you not read of the
feast of trumpets, the feast of tabernacles, the feast of the Passover, the
feast of the new moons, and how many other feasts besides? Come they not
over again and again? Now, if the thing were wrong in itself, God would
certainly never employ it as an emblem and token of the divine, the pure,
and the heavenly doctrines of his grace. It is impossible that God should
have taken a wrong thing to be the type of a right thing. He might take a
common good, and make it the type of a special favor, but not an evil thing.
It be far from us to suppose such a thing of our God.
Besides, did not the Savior himself countenance a feast, and help to provide
the guests with the wherewithal that they might have good cheer? Do you
think the Savior out of place, when he went to the wedding feast? and
suppose ye that he, went there and did not eat and drink? Was it not said of
him, "Behold a drunken man and a wine bibber, a friend of publicans and
sinners?" Not that he was either drunken or a wine bibber, but that he "came
eating and drinking," to dash to pieces the Pharisaism which says that that
which goeth into a man defileth a man, whereas Christ teacheth "not that
which goeth into a man, but that which cometh out of a man, that defileth a
man." Jesus Christ, I say, was at the feast; and suppose ye that he bore a
sad countenance? Did he sour with the vinegar of a morose behavior the wine
with which he had filled the watering pots? I trow not, but I believe that
at that marriage feast he joined with the guests; and if he were indeed "a
man of sorrows and acquainted with grief," as he certainly was, yet did he
not keep his griefs to himself, for if he came to suffer himself, he came to
make others glad, and I doubt not that at the feast he seemed the gladdest
of the guests, most glad because he was really the master of the feast, and
because he saw in the wedding the type of his own marriage, his own divine
espousals with the Church, which is "the bride, the Lamb's wife."
And, let me add once more, God has certainly made in this world provision
for man's feasting. He had not given just dry bread enough for a man to eat,
and keep body and soul together, for the harvests teem with plenty, and
often are the barns filled to bursting. O Lord, thou didst not give simply
dry bread and water for mankind, but thou hast filled the earth with plenty,
and milk and honey hast thou given to us; and thou hast besides this laden
the trees with fruit, and given to men dainties. Thou art not illiberal,
thou dost not dole out with miserable hand the lean and scanty charity which
some men would give to the poor, but thou givest liberally, and thou
upbraidest not! And for what purpose is this given? to rot, to mould, to be
trodden on, to be spoiled? no, but that men may have more than enough, that
they may have all they want, and may rejoice before their God, and may feed
the hungry, for this indeed is one essential and necessary part of all true
Christian feasting. My text, I say, rings a merry bell, and gives us license
for sacred feasting.
2. But now the same merry bell suggests a caution. Job said - "It may be
"They were good sons; good, godly young men, I am sure, or else Job would
not have said, "It may be." But "it may be," said he; "It may be that my
sons have sinned, and cursed God in their hearts;" or, as some translate it,
"have blessed God too little in their hearts." They may not have been
grateful enough for their prosperity, and for the enjoyments which God had
given them. "It may be." Well, hearken, brethren, "it may be," too, that you
and I may sin, and blaspheme God in our hearts, and be as Job's sons may
have been, too little thankful. If, though they were true men and true
women, though they all had a Job for their father, and though their feasting
was in their own houses, and after a right sort, and a commendable sort, yet
there was a "may be" that there might be sin; am I too superstitions or too
careful, when I say, brethren, "it may be," it may be that in our happiest
gathering of our family together, it may be that we shall sin! I think we
could not prefer ourselves before the sons and daughters of Job - that were
self-righteousness indeed - we are surely not proud enough to think
ourselves better than the sons of that "perfect and upright" man, "who
feared God and eschewed evil." I think I am not too severe and too strict,
when I say, "It may be; "it" may be; "look to it; take heed to yourselves,
be careful, be on your watch tower. Let me give you some reasons and
arguments why this caution is not unnecessary.
And, first, remember there is no place free from sin. You may set bounds
about this mount, but the beast will touch the mountain. You may endeavor as
much as you will to keep out Satan; but wherever there were two met
together, Satan was ever the third. There was never a company met, but the
Evil One somewhere intruded. Does he not come into your business? Do you not
find him entering into your very closet? Yea, and the very table of the
Lord, has not Satan sat there and tempted Judas; ay, and tempted you too?
How, then, can you hope that when your family are met together, Satan shall
not be there? Is it not written, "The sons of God came together, and Satan
came also among them? "I am sure they never invited him; but he does not
stay for that. And you will find it so. Never invite him
by anything ungodly or unchristian-like. But since there are temptations
everywhere, however pure and upright your intentions may be, however
excellent your company, think you hear my little bell ringing - "It may be,
it may be, it may be; "and" it may be "a blessed check to you.
Beside this, remember that there is many a special temptation where there is
a loaded table. Old Quarles said, "Snares attend my board;" and certainly
they do. More men have perished by fullness of bread than ever died by
hunger. Hunger may break through stone walls, but I have known feasting leap
over golden walls - the golden walls of grace. Some men cut their throats
with their teeth, and many a man has swam to hell down his own throat. More
have been drowned in the bowl, 'tis said, than ever were drowned in the sea.
I trust I need not say aught of that to you. I hope not. If there be a man
here who falls into drunkenness, in God's name, let him tremble, for there
is no admittance for the drunkard into the kingdom of heaven. I am speaking
now to Christian men - not to men who fall into these vices - and I say to
them, where you use the most proper moderation in receiving the things which
God gives you, where you even totally abstain from that which might be a
temptation, yet even there your table may be a snare unto you. Therefore,
take heed to yourself, believer, lest Satan lie in ambush beneath the family
table.
Remember also, that they who sit at the table are but men, and the best of
men are but men at the best, and men have so little grace, that if they be
not on the watchtower, they may soon be overtaken, and they may say or do
that which they will have to repent of afterwards. I have heard say that
there are men who swallow mouthfuls of earth which they will have to digest
in hell, and I do not doubt it. There have been times when a happy company
have gathered together, and the conversation has become trifling, then full
of levity; perhaps it has gone so far, that afterwards, when they retired to
their homes, they would have recalled their words, if it had been possible.
Let this caution, then, sound in all our ears, "It may be - it may be - it
may be!" - and let us so act, that if Christ were at the feast, we should
not be ashamed to see him; let us so speak that if Christ sat at our table,
we should not count it a hindrance to our joy, but rather that we should be
the more free, joyous, and glad, because of such thrice-blessed company. Oh!
tell me not that Christianity curbs our joy. My brethren, it shuts up one of
its channels - that black and filthy kennel into which the sinner's joy must
run; but it opens another channel, wider, broader, deeper, purer, and fills
it to the very banks with joy, more lustrous and more full of glory. Think
not that we who follow Christ, and seek to walk strictly in our integrity,
are miserable. We tell you that our eyes sparkle as much as yours, and that
we have not the redness of the eyes in the morning. We can say to the
worldlng that our heart, despite its sometimes heaviness, does rejoice in
the Lord, and we have peace which is like a river, and a righteousness which
is like the waves of the sea. O Christian men! let not the world think of
you that you are shut out here from anything like happiness; but so act and
so live, at all times, that you may teach men that it is possible to be
happy without sin, and to be holy without being morose. This, then, is the
caution which our merry bell rings out to us.
But, then, in the third place, having given a license and suggested a
caution, the merry bell provides a remedy. "It may be ' - it may be we have
done wrong. What then? Here is a remedy to be used, by parents, and heads of
families, and by ourselves.
Job sent for his sons as a father; he sanctified them as a preacher; he
sacrificed for them as a priest; by all which I understand, that he first
bade them come together, and then he sanctified them: that is, he first
spoke to them; commended them for the excellent and admirable manner in
which they had met together, told them how pleased he was to see their love,
their union; but then he said, "It may be, my sons, you are like your
father; there is some sin in you, and it may be you have sinned; come, let
us repent together;" and so, being, as I believe, all godly persons, they
sat down and thought over their ways. Then no doubt the good old man bade
them kneel down, while he prayed with them; and then he expressed his faith
in the great coming Mediator, and so, though one man's faith cannot prevail
for another, yet the faith of the father helped to quicken the faith of the
sons, and the prayer of the father was the means of drawing forth the prayer
of the sons, and so the family was sanctified. Then after that he would say,
"There is no putting away of sin, except by the shedding of blood; so they
fetched the bullocks, a bullock for every son and for every daughter: the
old patriarch slew the victims, laid them on the altar, and as the smoke
ascended, they all thought if they had sinned against God, yet the blood
shed, and the victim offered could, as the type of Christ, take away their
sin. I think I see the good old man, after the sacrifice was all complete.
"Now, my children," he says, "return to your homes; if you have sinned, your
sin is put away; if you have transgressed, the atonement made has cancelled
your transgression; ye may go to your habitations, and take a father's
blessing with you."
Call to your recollection, that Job is said to have seen to his sacred work
"early in the morning." It is ill lying in bed when we have sin on the
conscience. He that hath a sin unforgiven should never travel slowly to the
cross, but run to it. So Job would sleep in the morning not an hour, till he
had seen his sons and his daughters sanctified, and the sacrifice made Mark
well, that "he offered according to the number of his sons "He did not leave
out one. If he prayed for the eldest, he prayed for the youngest too; and if
he made supplication for the sons, he did not forget the daughters Ah!
parents, never forget any of your children; carry them all before God; let
them all be consecrated to him, and let your earnest prayer go up for them
all, from your Reuben down to your Benjamin; leave not one of them out, but
pray God to grant that they may all be bound up together in the bundle of
life.
And notice once again, "So did Job continually." As often as they visited,
so often was there the sacrifice. I suppose they had ten feasts in the year;
and it is supposed by the old commentators that they assembled on their
birth-days. They were not always feasting: that were sinful. In fact, that
was the sin of the old world, for which God drowned it. "They ate and they
drank, they married and they were given in marriage," all which things are
right enough in themselves; but if we are wholly immersed in them, always
eating, always drinking, always feasting, then they become sins, and indeed
at all times they become sin, unless, like Job's feasts they are sanctified
by the Word of God and prayer. If our meetings be thus sanctified, we can in
everything give thanks, then "he that eateth, eateth to the Lord, and giveth
God thanks," and being accepted in his thankfulness, the eating is to God's
glory. I say, then, my dear friends, that Job did this continually, which
teaches to the parent his duty of continually pleading for his sons and
daughters.
The aim of my remarks is just this. You will most of you meet together next
Tuesday, and keep the household feast. I beg you to imitate Job on the
morrow, and make it your special and peculiar business to call your children
together, and sanctify them by prayer, and by pleading the precious
sacrifice of Christ Jesus. So "it may be" there has been sin; but there will
be no "may be" as to the putting away of the sin; for pleading with prayer,
and laying hold on the sacrifice by faith, you shall stand accepted still,
both you and your households.
Now, some may think that what I have said upon this point is unnecessary,
and that we ought not to speak about such common things as these. Do you
suppose that the Christian pulpit was set up by God that we might always
talk to you about the millennium, or the antediluvians, or the things that
are to happen in Ethiopia or Palestine? I believe that the Christian
ministry has to do with you in your daily life, and the more the preacher
delivers that which is practically suggestive of profit to our souls, the
more closely does he keep to the Master. I am sure, if my Lord Jesus Christ
were here, he would say somewhat in these words to you, "Go your way, and
eat your bread with a joyous heart, for God hath accepted you through my
blood, but watch, and be ye as men that look for their Lord. Still keep your
lamps trimmed and your lights burning, and your loins girt about, and be ye
stedfast and watch unto prayer, that should I come in the morning, or at
*****-crowing, I may find you ready for my appearing."
As for you young men and women, who will be separated on that day from your
own parents, having no family circle in which to join, yet perform this
pleasant privilege yourselves. Set apart a season the next morning, in which
by prayer and supplication you shall make confession of sin; and whenever
the feast-time comes round, whenever you are invited to a social meeting, or
the like, look upon it as a necessary successor of the social gathering,
that there be private supplication, private confession of sin, and a
personal laying hold anew upon the great sacrifice. If this be done, your
meetings, instead of being unprofitable, shall be the beginning of better
days to you, and you shall even grow in grace through that prayer, that
repentance, and that faith, which have been suggested by your gatherings
together.
I think all this is most fairly in my text; and if I ought not to preach
from such a passage, then the text ought not to be in the Bible.
II. And now let us turn to the second head, or what is in the text, and that
is instructive; we must, therefore, ring the SERMON BELL.
Well, it will be a short sermon. My sermon shall not be like the bell and
preacher of St. Antholin's church, which were said to be both alike, the
bell was pulled a long while, and was exceeding dreary in its tone, and the
preacher was precisely the same. The sermon which is fairly in my text is
this. If Job found it right with a holy jealousy to suspect lest his sons
might have sinned, how much more do you think he suspected himself? Depend
on it, he who was so anxious to keep his children clean was himself more
anxious that he might always fear his God, and eschew evil. God said he was
a perfect and an upright man; and yet was he jealous. How much more, then,
shall you and I be jealous of ourselves? Say not in thine heart, Christian,
"I may go hither and thither and may not sin;" you are never out
of danger of sinning. This is a world of mire; it will be hard to pick your
path, so as not to soil your garments. This is a world of pitch; you will
need to watch often, if in handling it you are to keep your hands clean.
There is a robber in every turn of the road to rob you of your jewels; there
is a thief behind every bush; there is a temptation in every mercy; there is
a snare in every joy; there is not a stone on which you tread under which
there is not a viper's nest; and if you shall ever reach heaven it will be a
miracle of divine grace; if you shall ever come safely home to your Father's
house, it will be because your Father's power brought you there. If Job's
sons were in danger at their own tables, how much more are some of you in
danger, Christians, when you have to go among the ungodly? It may be that
some of you are called to do business where you hear oaths and blasphemy;
your way of life is such that you cannot help being exposed to many
temptations. Be on your guard. It was said of a certain great man,
that he was so afraid of losing his life, that he always wore armor under
his clothes. Take care you always wear armor. When a man carries a bombshell
in his hand, he should mind that he does not go near a candle; and you too
must take care that you do not go near temptation. But if you are called to
go through the temptation, how watchful, how anxious, how careful, how
guarded should you be! Brethren, I do not think that we are any of us
watchful enough. I have heard of a good woman, who would never do anything
till she had sought the Lord in prayer about it. Is that over custom? If we
do even a common thing without seeking the Lord's direction, we may have to
repent it as long as we live. Even our common actions are edged tools; we
must mind how we handle them. There is nothing in this world that can foster
a Christian's piety, but everything that can destroy it. How anxious should
we be, then, to look up - to look up to God, that He may keep us! Let your
prayer be, "Hold thou me up, and I shall be safe" let your daily cry be, you
young Christians especially, ay, and you old Christians too, be, "Lord, keep
me! Keep my heart, I pray thee, for out of it are the issues of my life." Do
not expose yourselves unnecessarily but if called to exposure, if you have
to go where the darts are flying, never go abroad without your shield; for
if once the devil catches you abroad, and your shield at home, then he will
say, "Now is my time," and he will send an arrow which may rattle between
the joints of your harness, and you may fall down wounded, even though you
cannot be slain. The Lord grant, then, that this sermon bell of my text may
ring in your ears during the next week, and as long as ever you live, may
you hear it saying to you, "Be careful; be watchful, be vigilant; danger may
be in an hour when all seemeth securest to thee." Inspect the vessel, see to
her keel, look to the sails; look to the rudder bands, watch every part of
the ship, for the storm may be coming though the calm rule at present, and
the rocks may be ahead though the breakers roll not, and the quicksands may
underlie thy keel, though thou thinkest all is well. God help thee then,
Christian, to watch unto prayer! What we say unto you, we say unto all:
Watch!
III. But now what follows the text - and that is afflictive: and here let us
ring the FUNERAL BELL.
What follows the text? Why hear ye this, "Thy sons and thy daughters were
eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house; and behold there
came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the
house, and it fed upon the young men and they are dead, and I only am
escaped alone to tell thee." Between the table and the coffin there is but a
step, between the feast and the funeral there may be but a day, and the very
bell that rings the marriage peal tolls the funeral knell. Here is a death's
head for you to put on your table. The old Egyptians set a corpse among the
guests, that all might know that they must die: I set the bodies of Job's
sons and daughters at your table, to make you think that you will die. Our
very eating is the grave of God's mercies, and should remind us of our own
graves. What do we when we eat, but patch the old tenement, put fresh
plaister on the delapidated and naked rafters? So, then, we should remember,
that the time will come when we can no more do this, but when the tenement
itself shall be shaken and be blown down. Sinner! let no joy cross thy face,
till death and thou art friends. Saint! let no joy be in thine heart either,
till thou canst say, "Welcome, death; I gladly go with thee."
Do nothing that you would not willingly die doing; be found in no position
in which you would be unwilling to stand for ever. Be you to-day what you
would wish to he in eternity; and so live, and so act, and so sit at the
table, that if the wind should come and smite the four corners of the house,
and you should die, yet you fall asleep at one feast, to wake up at another
feast, where there would be no "may be," about sin, but where you should eat
bread in the kingdom of God, and drink the new wine of which Jesus Christ
spoke, when he rose from the supper, and left his disciples. Ah! my spirit
rises on wings of delight at the solemn tones of that funeral knell, for it
has more music in it after all than my merry bell. There is a pleasing joy
in sorrow, and mirth is akin to sadness. Hearken, friends, the bell is
speaking, "GONE, GONE, GONE, GONE. "Who is that for? Who is dead in this
parish? "That is poor So-and-so." My God, when it shall be my turn, may my
soul behold thy face with joy. O may my spirit, when it receives the last
summons, cry with delight, "Blessed be God for that sound! It was the
merriest sound my soul could have desired, for now I sit with Jesus, and eat
at his table, and feast with angels, and am satisfied and have the privilege
of John, to lean my head upon my Savior's breast." Christian! I say never
let the thought of dying plague thee; let it be a comfort to thee, and stand
thou so, ready, that when the Master shall say, "Arise!" thou wilt have
nothing to do but to rise at his bidding, and march to heaven, leading thy
captivity captive.
But thou, sinner, when thou art sitting at thy table, think thou hearest my
funeral bell tolling in thy ears, and if thou shouldst step aside, and the
rest should say, "What ails you?" - if you should be compelled to rise while
they are laughing, and go up stairs to pray, I shall not mind, though some
may say I have made thee melancholy and have marred thy feast, for, sinner,
it is no time for thee to be feasting, while God's sword is furbished, and
sharp, and ready to divide soul from body. There is a time to laugh, but it
is not till sin is pardoned there is a time to dance, but it is not till the
heart stands with joy before the ark, there is a time to make merry, but it
is not till sin is forgiven. Your time is a time to weep and a time to rend
your garments, and a time to sorrow, and a time to repent. May God's Holy
Spirit give you the grace! The time is now. And the grace being given, may
you fan before the cross, and find pardon and mercy there, and then we may
say, in the words of Solomon - 'Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and
drink thy wine with a merry heart; for God now accepteth thy works."
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