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The Chaff Driven Away |
The following sermon by Charles Spurgeon focuses on the ungodly, who they
are, what fate they are destined and what has to occur for that terrible
fate to be avoided.
May God bless,
Carl
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The Chaff Driven Away
by C.H. Spurgeon
"The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth
away." - Psalm 1:4
And who are the ungodly? Are they open and wilful sinners - men who
take God's name in vain, and curse, and blaspheme - men who break the
laws of man, the laws of the state - men who are scarcely to be trusted
with liberty? Certainly these are included, but these are not mainly
intended. While such men come under the category of "sinners" and
"scorners," there is another class expressly aimed at by the term "ungodly."
And who are the ungodly? Are they the men who deny God's existence,
who neglect the outward forms of religion, who scoff at everything that is
sacred, and make a ribald jest of things at which angels tremble? These are
included, most certainly, but neither are these the men specially aimed at.
They are the scornful, the pestilent: these are the men whose iniquities
have
gone beforehand to judgment against them, and whose sins are clammering
before the throne for justice. Another class of men is intended under the
term "ungodly." And who are they? Surely, my brethren, the answer may
well strike you with awe. I do trust there are not many in this hall who may
be called scorners; and, perhaps, not very many who would come under the
denomination of open profligates and rebels; but how large a proportion of
all those who attend our places of worship may justly be ranked under the
character of the ungodly! What does this exactly mean? Let me just show
its differences once again, and then more precisely define it.
We sometimes call men irreligious; and, surely, to be irreligious is bad
enough; but to be religious is not good enough. A man may be religious,
but yet he may not be godly. There are many who are religious; as touching
the law outwardly they are blameless; Hebrews of the Hebrews, Pharisees
of the straitest sect. They neglect no rubric, they break no law of their
church, they are exceedingly precise in their religion; yet, notwithstanding
this, they may rank under the class of the ungodly; for to be religious is
one
thing. and to be godly is quite another. To be godly, then, - to come at
once to the mark - -to be godly is to have a constant eye to God, to
recognize him in all things' to trust him, to love him, to serve him. And
the
ungodly man is one who does not have an eye to God in his daily business,
who lives in this world as if there were no God; while he attends to all the
outward ceremonies of religion, he never goes to their core, never enters
into their secret heart and their deep mysteries. He sees the sacraments,
but
he sees not God therein; he hears the preaching, he comes up to the house
of prayer, into the midst of the great congregation, he bows his head, but
there is no present Deity to him, there is no manifest God. There is no
hearing of his voice, there is no bowing before his throne. Doubtless, there
is a large number here who must confess that they are not trusting in the
blood of Christ, they are not influenced by the Holy Ghost, they do not
love God; they cannot say that the bent and tenour of their fires is towards
him. Why you have been the last six days about your business, occupying
all your time, - and quite right is it to be diligent in business - but how
many of you have forgotten God all the while? You have been trading for
yourselves, not for God. The righteous man does everything in the name of
God: at least, this is his constant desire. Whether he eats or drinks, or
whatsoever he does, he desires to do all in the name of the Lord Jesus. But
you have not recognized God in your shop. You have not acknowledged
him in your dealings with your fellow-men. You have acted towards them
as if there had been no God whatever.
And, perhaps, even this day you must confess that your heart does not love
the Lord. You have never gone into his company. You do not seek
retirement. You do not relish private prayer. Now God's children cannot
be happy without sometimes talking to their Father. The sons of God must
have frequent interviews with Jehovah. They love to cling to him. They feel
that he is their life, their love, their all. Their daily cry is, "Lord,
draw me
to thyself; come thou to me, or draw me up to thee." They pant to know
more of God; they long to reflect more of his image, they seek to keep his
law; and it is their desire that they may be saturated with his Spirit. But
such are not your desires. You hare no such longings as these. It is true
you are not addicted to strong drink, you do not swear, you are no thief,
you are no harlot. In all these things you are blameless; but yet are you
ungodly, without God in the world. He is not your friend, he is not your
helper. You do not cleave to him with purpose of heart. You are not his
child. You have not "the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba,
Father." You could do as well without a God as with one. In fact you feel
that the thought of God, if you think of it solemnly, strikes you with
terror,
and excites in your breasts, no emotions of delight. You are ungodly. Well
then, mark, whatever I have to say this morning, belongs to you. Don't be
looking round you and saying, I wonder how this will suit my neighbor. Do
not I beseech you be thinking of some thriftless loon who has spent his
estate in extravagance and debauchery, but be thinking of yourself. If you
are not born again, if you are not a partaker of the Spirit, if you are not
reconciled to God, if your sins be not forgiven, if you are not this day a
living member of the living church of Christ, all the curses that are
written
in this book belong to you, and that part of them in particular which it
will
be my solemn business to thunder out this morning. I pray God that this
part may be applied to your soul, that you may be made to tremble before
the Most High, and seek him who will certainly be found of you, if you
seek him with all your hearts.
You will readily perceive that my text may be divided into three parts. You
have, first, a fearful negative - "The ungodly are not so." You have in the
next place a terrible comparison - "they are like the chaff. Then you have,
thirdly, an awful prophesy - "They are like the chaff which the wind
driveth away."
I. First, then, you have here A FEARFUL NEGATIVE. The vulgate Latin
version, the Arabic and Septuagint, read this first sentence thus: - "Not so
the ungodly, not so;" for according to their version there is a double
negative here - "Not so the ungodly, not so." Now in order to understand
what is meant by this negative you must read the third verse. The righteous
man is said to be "like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth
forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and
whatsoever he
doeth shall prosper;" - "Not so the ungodly, not so."
To explore the negative, we must take each clause of this sentence. The
ungodly are not like a tree planted. If they may be compared to a tree at
all,
they are as trees "twice dead plucked up by the roots;" or if they are to be
compared to anything that hath life, then are they like the tree in the
desert
which is planted there by a chance hand, which hath nought to nourish it. It
is the peculiar characteristic of the Christian man, that he is like "a tree
planted." That is to say, there is a special providence exercised in his
position and in his culture. You all know the difference between a tree that
is planted and a tree that is self-sown. The tree that is planted in the
garden
is visited by the husbandman. He digs about it; he dungs it; he trims it,
prunes it, and looks for its fruit. It is an object of property and of
special
care. The wild tree in the forest, the tree which is self-sows upon the
plain,
no one owns, no one watches over it; no heart will sigh if the lightning
flash shall shiver it; no tear will be wept if the blast should light upon
it and
all its leaves should wither. It is no man's property. It shelters no man's
roof. No man careth for it. Let it die, why doth it stand there to suck
nourishment from the soil and yield none again.
The ungodly are, it is true, the subjects of a universal providence, even as
everything is ordered of God; but the righteous have a special providence
over them. They are trees planted. Everything which takes place works
together for their good. The Lord their God is their guardian. He watches
the earth that it should bring forth for them its fruit. The precious things
of
the heavens, the dew, and the deep that coucheth beneath, and the precious
fruits brought forth by the sun, and the precious things put forth by the
moon - these are their heritage. He watcheth everything round about
them. If pestilence stalk through the land, he permitteth not one of its
shafts to hit, unless he seeth it is for good. If war ariseth, behold he
stretches his aegis over his children; and if famine comes, they shall be
fed,
and in the days of scarcity they shall be satisfied. Is it not a glorious
thing
for the Christian to know that the very hairs of his head are all numbered,
that the angels of God keep watch and ward over him; that the Lord is his
shepherd, and therefore, he shall not want? I know this is a doctrine that
often comforts me. Let what will happen, if I can but fall back upon the
thought that there is a providence in everything, what do I need? A
providence in the great and in the little there assuredly is to every child
of
God. It may be said of every tree of the Lord's right hand planting - "I
the Lord do keep it, and will water it every moment; lest any hurt it I will
watch it night and day." Upon the righteous there are not only ten eyes, but
there are all the eyes of the Omniscient ever fixed both by night and day.
The Lord knoweth the way of the righteous. They are like the planted tree.
Not so, ye that are ungodly, not so ye; there is no special providence for
you. To whom will ye carry your troubles? Where is your shelter in the day
of wrath? Where is your shield in the hour of battle? Who shall be your sun
when darkness shall gather about you? Who shall comfort you when your
troubles shall encompass you round? You have no eternal arm to lean
upon. You have no compassionate heart to beat for you. You have no
loving eye to watch you. You are left alone! alone! alone! like the heath in
the desert, or like the forest tree which no man regardeth, until the time
comes when the sharpened axe shall be lifted up, and the tree must fall.
"Not so," then "the ungodly, not so." 'Tis a fearful negative the ungodly
man is not the object of the special providence of God.
But we must proceed. The righteous man is like a tree planted by the rivers
of water. Now, a tree that is planted by the rivers of water sends out its
roots, and they soon draw sufficient nourishment. The tree that is planted
far away upon the arid desert hath its times of drought, it depends upon the
casual thunder-cloud that sweeps over it, and distils the scanty drops of
rain. But this tree planted by rivers of water hath a perennial supply. It
knows no drought, no time of scarcity. Its roots have but to suck up the
nourishment which pours itself lavishly there. "Not so the ungodly, not so."
They have no such rivers from which to suck their joy, their comfort, and
their life. As for the believer, come what may, he can any - if earth shall
fail him, then will he look to heaven. If man forsake him, then he looks to
the divine man Christ Jesus. If the world should shake, his inheritance is
on
high. If everything should pass away, he hath a portion that can never be
dissolved. He is planted not by brooks that may be dried up, far less in a
desert, which only hath a scanty share, but by the rivers of water. Oh, my
beloved brethren, you and I know something about what this means. We
know what it is to suck up the promises, to drink of the rivers of Christ's
fullness. We know what it is to partake and satisfy ourselves as with
marrow and fatness. Well may we rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of
glory, for our storehouse is inexhaustible, our riches can never be spent.
We have wealth that cannot be counted a treasury that never can be
drained. This is our glory, that we have a something to rely upon which can
never fail us. We are trees planted by the rivers of water. Ah! but not so
you that are ungodly, not so. Your days of drought shall come. You may
rejoice now, but what will you do upon the bed of sickness, when fever
shall make you toss from side-to-side, when head and heart shall be racked
with anguish, when death shall stare upon you, and shall glaze your eyes?
What will ye do when ye come into the swellings of Jordan? You have joys
to-day, but where will be your joys then? You have wells now, but what
will you do when these are all stopped up, when these shall all fail, when
your skin-bottles are dried when your broken cisterns have emptied
themselves of their last drop - what will ye do then, ye ungodly? Surely,
this negative is full of awful threatenings to you. You may have a little
mirth and merriment now, you may enjoy a little excitement at present, but
what will ye do when the hot wind comes upon you - the wind of
tribulation? And above all, what will you do when the chilling blast of
death shall freeze your blood? Ah, where, oh, where will you then look?
You will look no longer to friends, nor to the comforts of home. You
cannot find in the hour of death consolation on the bosom of the most
loving wife, you will be quite unable then to find peace in all your riches
or
your treasures. As for your past life, however good it may seem, if you are
ungodly, you will find no comfort in the retrospect; and as for the future,
you will find no comfort in the prospect, for there will be for you nothing
but "a fearful looking for of judgment and of fiery indignation." Oh, my
ungodly friends, I beseech you, think upon this matter, for if there were
nothing worse, the first sentence of my text sounds like the trumpets of
doom, and hath in it bitterness like the vials of the Revelation.
Again we must go forward. It is said of the righteous man, that he
"bringeth forth his fruit in his season." "Not so the ungodly, not so," -
they bring forth no fruit; or if there be here and there a shrivelled grape
upon the vine, it is brought forth in the wrong season when the genial heat
of the sun cannot ripen it, and therefore it is sear and worthless. Many
people imagine that if they do not commit positive sin they are all right.
Now let me give you a little sermon in the midst of my sermon. Here is the
text: "Curse ye Meroz, said the angel of the Lord, curse ye bitterly the
inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the
help of the Lord against the mighty." First, what has Meroz done?
Nothing. Secondly, is Meroz cursed? Yes; cursed bitterly. What for? - for
doing nothing. Yes, for doing nothing. "Curse ye bitterly the inhabitants
thereof," for what they did not do, "because they came not to the help of
the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty." Did Meroz fight
against God? No. Did Meroz put on a buckler and lay bold on shield and
spear and go forth against the Most High? No. What did Meroz do?
Nothing. And is it cursed? Yes, cursed bitterly, with the inhabitants
thereof
"because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord
against the mighty." Preach that sermon to yourselves when you get home.
Draw it out at length, and perhaps while you are sitting down you will say,
"Meroz! why that is myself. I don't fight against God, I am no enemy to
Christ, I do not persecute his people, in fact I even love his ministers, I
love to go up and hear the Word preached. I should not be happy if I spent
my Sunday anywhere but in God's house. But still that must mean me, for I
do not go up 'to the help of the Lord against the mighty.' I do nothing. I
am an idle do-nothing. I am a fruitless tree." Ah, then remember you are
cursed, and cursed bitterly too. Not for what you do, but for what you
don't do. So here it is one of the sad curses of the ungodly - that they
bring forth no fruit in their season. Why look at many of you. What is the
good of you in this world? With regard to your families, you are their
main-stay and prop. God bless you in your work, and may you train up
your children well. But as to the church, what good are you? You occupy a
seat, you have had it these years; how do you know but that you have been
occupying a seat which might have been the place where some other sinner
would have been converted had he been there? It is true you sit and hear
the sermon; yes but what of that, if that sermon shall add to your
condemnation? It is true that you make one among many, but what if you
should be a black sheep In the midst of the flock! What are you doing for
Christ? Of what value are you? Have you added one stone to his spiritual
temple? Have you done as much as the poor woman who broke the
alabaster box upon his head? You have done nothing for him. He has
nourished you and brought you up, and you have done nothing for him.
"The ox knoweth his owner, and the ***** his master's crib," but you do not
know, you do not consider. Behold, the Lord hath a controversy with you
this day, not for what you have done, but for what you have not done. He
has sent you the ministry; you are invited every Sabbath-day. With the tears
running down my cheeks have l warned you and invited you. You are
hearing the Word continually; you are enjoying privileges. God is feeding
you in his providence, clothing you in his compassion, and you are doing
nothing for him. You are a cumberer of the ground, bringing forth no fruit
at all. O my dear hearer, I beseech thee lay this to heart, for this is a
curse
as well as a sign to you. It is not only a bad trait in thy character, but
it is a
curse from God. Thou art ungodly, and therefore fruitless. Thou lovest him
not, therefore thou art useless. Thou trustest not in Christ, and therefore
thou art not like the tree which "bringeth forth his fruit in his season."
Pass on to the description. His leaf also shall not wither. Not so the
ungodly, not so." The ungodly man's leaf shall wither. I see before me this
day many proofs that God's promise is verified to his people. Look round,
and behold what a large number of gray-headed men assemble every
Lord's day to hear the Word. There are many of them who loved Christ in
their youth. Then they had "a joy unspeakable and full of glory" in making
a profession of his dear name; and now they have come into what men call
the sear and yellow leaf of life, but they do not find it so, for they still
bring
forth fruit in old age, they are still fat and flourishing to show that the
Lord
is upright. Their leaf has not withered, they are just as active in the
cause of
Christ as ever they were, and perhaps ten times more happy. Instead of
bringing forth no fruit, they bring forth richer and more luscious clusters
than ever they did before. Walking in the midst of the younger ones they
shine as lights in the midst of the world; or to return to the simile, they
are
like trees whose branches hang down by reason of the abundance of their
fruit, even as their heads bow down by reason of the abundance of their
years. What a mercy it is, dear brethren, to have Christ for your portion in
youth, and such a Christ too as will last us all our life long. To see good
old Rowland Hill preaching when he was tottering on the borders of the
grave and talking of the faithfulness of Christ - what a glorious sight!
There was a proof! That leaf did not wither. Was there ever a tree like this
that would maintain its greenness eighty years and yet not wither? Was
there ever a religion like this that would make the old men youthful and
make their tottering feet leap for joy? And yet this is the religion of
Christ.
Our leaf withers not. But oh, "Not so the ungodly, not so." Your leaf shall
wither; at least when they that look out of the windows are darkened,
when the grinders fail because they are few, when your days of old age
shall come upon you, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, if not before,
shall your leaf wither. But how many there are whose leaves do wither!
There comes a blight from God and the tree which looked once green
becomes brown and dead, and at last it blackens and has to be removed.
We have seen such in our lives. Men that seemed to be getting on in this
world, rich and happy, and respected by almost everybody, but they had no
solid background, they had no rock to stand on, no God to trust to. I have
seen them spreading themselves like a green bay tree, and I have often
envied them as the Psalmist did, but "I looked and lo they were not," I
passed by and lo there was not so much as a stump of them left, God had
cursed their habitation; as a dream when one awaketh, their image had
been despised, as the wax before the fire, they had melted away; like the
fat
of rams had they been consumed; into smoke did they consume away. "Not
so the ungodly, not so," says the text, and surely experience proves it, the
ungodly man's leaf must and shall wither. And then it is added concerning
the righteous man," whatsoever he doeth, shall prosper." Godly men, it is
true have many tribulations, but I am not sure that they have more than the
wicked. I do think that when a man is converted he will find it to be true
that religion's "ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are
peace,"
and he has a better hope of even worldly prosperity when he becomes a
Christian, than the ungodly man has. Christian habits are the best business
habits, if men would but believe it. When a man mixes his religion with his
business and allows every act of his life to be guided by it, he stands the
best chance in this world, it I may be allowed such a secular expression,
for
"Honesty is the best policy " after all, and Christianity is the best
honesty.
The sharp cutting competition of the times may be called honesty - it is
only called so down here, it is not called so up there, for there is a good
deal of cheating in it. Honesty in the highest sense - Christian honesty -
will be found after all to be the best policy in everything, and there will
ordinarily be a prosperity, even worldly prosperity, attending a good man
in the patient industrious pursuit of his calling. But if he does not have
that
success he craves, still there is one thing he knows, he would have it if it
were best for him. I often know Christian men talk in this fashion, "Well, I
do but very little business," says one, "but I have enough coming in to live
upon comfortably and happy. I never cared much for push and
competition; I never felt that I was fit for it, and I sometimes thank God
that I never thrust myself out into the rough stream, but that I was content
to keep along shore." And I have marked this one thing, and as a matter of
fact I know it cannot be disproved, that many such humble-minded men are
the very best of Christians, they live the happiest lives, and whatsoever
they
do certainly does prosper, for they get what they expected though they did
not expect much, and they get what they want though their wants are not
very large. They are not going in for anything very great, and therefore
they do not come out plucked and empty handed, but they just hold on
their way, looking to Providence constantly, for their supplies, and they
have all they require; and whatsoever they do, prospers. But they can say
too, rusts. If he spends it, it does him little service. The man that hath
no
God, hath no prosperity. Is he fat - he fattens for the slaughter! Is he in
adversity - behold the first drops of the fated storm have begun to fall on
him. To the ungodly man there is nothing good in this life. The sweet that
he tasteth is the sweetness of poison. That which looketh fair is but as
paint
upon the harlot's face, beneath there is loathsomeness and disease. There
may be a greenness and a verdure upon the mound, but within there lies the
rotting carcase, the loathsomeness of corruption. Whatsoever the believer
doth, it shall prosper. "Not so the ungodly, not so." Surely this first part
of
my text is quite bad enough - to have the gate of blessedness shut against
you, to have the promises denied you, to be without the blessing which is
given to the godly - this punishment of the lost surely were enough to
make us start in dismay.
II. Now very briefly upon the second point. Listen awhile to THE
TERRIBLE COMPARISON. "The ungodly are like the chaff." They are not
like the wild tree, for that hath life, and they are dead in sin. They are
not
compared here even to the dead tree plucked up by the roots, for that may
be of some service. Floating down the stream, the hand of poverty may
recall it from the water, and kindle its fire and relieve its cold. They are
not
even like the heath in the desert, for it hath some uses, and tends to cheer
the arid waste. They are like nothing that hath life, nothing that is of any
value. They are here said to be like chaff which the wind driveth away.
Now you will at once see how terrible is this figure, if you look at it a
moment. They are like chaff. Chaff envelopes good corn, but when the
wheat is cut down and carried into the barn, the corn alone is useful, the
grain alone is looked at, and that chaff which has grown side by side with
the good living wheat, is now become utterly useless, and is to be
separated and driven away. And the wicked are compared to chaff - think
for a moment, of two or three reasons. First, because they are sapless and
fruitless. Chaff hath no sap of life in itself. It is of no use, of no
service.
Men do but desire to get rid of it. They take the fan into their hands that
they may thoroughly purge their floor. They cast up the wheat before the
wind with the winnowing shovel, that the breath of the air may blow away
the chaff, and leave the wheat pure. All that they care for the chaff is
that
they may get rid of it, that it may be blown away to waste, for it is
sapless
and fruitless. Then again you notice that it is light and unstable. The wind
sweeps through the wheat, the wheat remains unmoved, the chaff flies
away. When cast up in the shovel, the wheat soon finds its place, and
returns to the spot from which it has been lifted up; but the chaff is
light, it
has no stability. Every eddying wind, every breath moves it and carries it
away. So are the ungodly. They have nothing stable; they are light, they are
but as the froth upon the water; they are but as a bubble on the breaker,
seen to day and gone, here and there, and then carried away for ever.
Again, the wicked are compared to chaff because it is base and worthless.
Who will buy it? Who cares for it? In the East at least it is of no good, no
use whatever can be made of it. They are content to burn it up and get rid
of it, and the sooner they are rid of it, the better pleased are they. So is
it
with the wicked. They are good for nothing, useless in this world, useless
in the world to come. They are the dross, the offal of all creation. The man
who is ungodly, however much he may value himself, is as nothing in the
estimation of God. Put a gold chain round his neck, put a star upon his
breast, put a crown upon his head, and what is he but a crowned heap of
dust, useless, perhaps worse than useless. Base in God's sight, he tramples
them beneath his feet. The potter's vessel hath some service, and even the
broken potsherd might be used. Some Job might scrape himself with it. But
what shall be done with the chaff? It is of no use anywhere, and no one
careth for it.
See, then, your value, my hearers, if you fear not God. Cast up your
accounts and look at yourselves in the right light. You think, perhaps, that
you are good for much, but God saith you are good for nothing. You are
"like the chaff which the wind driveth away." I linger no more upon this
comparison, but choose, rather to dwell upon the third head, which was
this: -
III. THE AWFUL PROPHECY contained in the Verse - "They are like the
chaff which the wind driveth away." How near the chaff is to the grain! It
is, in fact, its envelope; they grow together. My hearers, I wish to speak
now very pointedly and personally. How nearly related are the ungodly to
the righteous! One of you, it may be, now present, an ungodly man, is the
father of a godly child. You have been to that child what the chaff is to
the
wheat; you have nourished the child - cherished it in your bosom; you
have been wrapt about it like the chaff about the grain. Is it not an awful
thing for you to think that you should have been in such close relationship
to a child of God, but that in the great day of division you must be
separated from it? The chaff cannot be taken into heaven with the wheat. I
point to another. You are the son of a godly mother; you have grown up at
her knee. She taught you, when you were but a little one, to say your little
prayer, and to sing the little hymn,
"Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, look upon a little child."
That mother looked upon you as her joy and her comfort. She is gone now.
But you were once to her what the chaff is to the wheat. You grew, as it
were, upon the same stock, you were of the same family, and her heart was
wholly wrapt up in you. You were her joy and her comfort here below.
Does it not cause you one pang of regret that, dying as you are, you must
everlastingly be separated from her? Where she is you can never come.
Mayhap, too, I have here a mother who has lost several infants; she has
been to those infants what the chaff is to the wheat - wrapt up in her
bosom for a little while she fondled them; and they, God's good wheat,
have been gathered into the garner, and there they are now in Jesu's floor.
There are their little spirits rejoicing before the throne of the Most High.
The mother who is left thinks not of it, but she is the mother of angels,
and,
perhaps, herself a child of hell. Ah, mother! what think you of this? Is
this'
separation from your child eternal? Will you be content to be found at
God's great winnowing-day, the chaff, and will you be driven from your
children? Shall you see them in heaven - them in heaven, and yourselves
then cast out for ever? Can you bear the thought? Hath your heart become
brutish? Is your soul harder than a nether mill-stone? Surely, if it be not,
the thought of your present intimate connection with God's people, and of
your sure separation, will make you tremble. And oh! my hearers here are
some of you sitting side by side with the godly. You sing as they sing, you
hear as they hear. Perhaps you assist the outward wants of the church. You
are to the church just what the chaff is to the wheat. You are the outward
husk, the congregation which surrounds the inner living nucleus of the
church. And must it be - must you be separated from us? Are you content
to go from the songs of the saints to the shrieks of the doomed? Will you
go from the great convocation of the righteous to the last general assembly
of the destroyed and cursed in hell? The thought checks my voice. I must
speak slowly on this matter for awhile. Well, dear brethren, well I know
that this thought used to be dreadful to me. My mother said to me once,
after she had long prayed for me, and had come to the conviction that I
was hopeless, "Ah," said she "My son, if at the last great day you are
condemned, remember your mother will say Amen to your condemnation."
That stung me to the quick. Must the mother that brought me forth and
that loved me say "Amen" to my being condemned at last? Yet such things
must be. Doth not the wheat say Amen to the chaff being blown away? Is it
not in fact the very prayer of the wheat that it may be separated from the
chaff? and surely when that prayer is heard, and awfully answered, the
wheat must say Amen to the chaff being blown away into fire
unquenchable.
Think, my dear hearers, think again. And must it be - must I bid farewell
to her I love, who served the Lord in spirit. Must I see her body committed
to the grave, and as I stand there must I bid her a last, a final farewell?
Must I be for ever separated from her, because I fear not God, neither
regard him, and therefore cannot have a portion amongst the Lord's
chosen ones? What, have you lost your relatives for ever? Are your pious
fathers and mothers buried in a "sure and certain hope" to which you are
strangers? Will you never sing the song of rejoicing with them in heaven?
Is there never to be another salutation? Is death a gulf that cannot be
bridged to you? Oh, I hope it is the joy of some of us to know we shall
meet many of our kindred above, and as we have lost one after another this
has been our sweet consolation they are gone and we shall soon follow
them; they are not lost but gone before; they are buried as to their flesh,
but their souls are in Paradise, and we shall be there also; and, when we
have seen our Savior's face and have rejoiced in that glorious vision, then
shall we see them also, and have deeper and purer fellowship with them
than we ever had before in all the days of our lives. Well, here is a sad
prophecy! The wicked are "like the chaff which the wind driveth away."
But you will remark that the awful character of my text does not appear
upon the surface. They "are like the chaff which the wind driveth away."
Where - where - where? Where are they driven? The man is in health;
the sun shines, the sky is calm, the world is still about him. Suddenly
there
is seen a little cloud the size of a man's hand. A little signal overtakes
him.
The hurricane begins to rise but first it is but a faint breath. The wicked
man feels the cold air blowing on him, but he screens it with the physician,
and he thinks that surely he shall live. The storm is on. God hath decreed
it,
and man cannot stay it. The breath becomes a gale, the gale a wind, the
wind a storm, the storm a howling hurricane. His soul is swept away. To
go to heaven on angels' wings is a glorious thing; but to be swept out of
this world with the wicked is an awful thing - to be carried, not on wings
of cherubs, but on the eagle wings of the wind; to be borne, not by yon
songsters up to their celestial seats, but to be carried away in the midst
of a
howling tempest by grim fiends. The wicked are like the chaff which the
wind driveth away. Do you not catch the thought? I do not know how to
bring out the fullness of its poetry - the great storm sweeping man from
the place on which he stands. He is driven away. And now cannot your
thoughts go further on while I again repeat the question, Whither is he
driven? Ah! Whither is he driven? I see him driven from the solid shore of
life. He is carried away. But -
"In vain my fancy strives to paint the moment after death."
I cannot tell you into what state that soul at once enters, that is to say,
I
cannot tell you by any guess of my own - that were frivolous, and were to
play with a solemn matter; but I can tell you one thing, Jesus Christ
himself
hath said it - "He shall burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire." You
die, but you die not. You depart, but you depart to fire that never shall be
quenched. I will not dwell upon the topic. I return again to ask the
question
- "Who among us shall dwell with the devouring fire? Who among us
shall dwell with everlasting burnings?" Who here is prepared to make his
bed in hell? Who shall lie down and rest for ever in that lake of fire? You
must, my hearers, if you are ungodly, except you repent. Are there none of
you behind me there, who have been living without Christ, and without
hope in the world? Are there none of you? Surely there are some such. I
beseech you, think of your destiny - death, and after death the judgment.
The wind, and after the wind the whirlwind, and after the whirlwind the
fire, and after the fire nothing - for ever for ever, for ever lost, cast
away,
where ray of hope can never come; where eye of mercy can never look
upon you, and hand of grace can never reach you. I beseech you, oh, I
beseech you by the living God, before whom you stand this day, tremble
and repent. "Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way,
when his wrath is kindled but a little." "Tophet is ordained of old, yea,
for
the king it is prepared; he hath made it deep and large; the pile thereof is
fire and much wood; the breath of the Lord, like a stream of brimstone,
doth kindle it." "Turn ye, turn ye, why will ye die O house of Israel?" "Let
the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let
him return unto the Lord, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our
God, for he will abundantly pardon."
Oh, I pray God the Holy Spirit to touch some ungodly hearts now, and
make you think. And remember my dear hearers, if there be in your bosoms
this morning one desire towards Christ, cherish it, blow the little spark
till
it comes to a flame. If your heart melts ever so little this morning, I
beseech you resist not, quench not the heavenly influence. Yield up
yourselves and remember the sweet text of last Sunday morning,
"whosoever will, let him come and take the water of life freely." I thunder
at you, but it is to bring you to Christ. Oh that you would but come to him!
Oh poor hearts would that ye did but feel! Oh, that ye knew how to weep
for yourselves as I could weep for you now. Oh, that ye knew what a
fearful thing it will be to be cast away for ever! Why will ye die? Is there
anything pleasing in destruction? Is sin so luscious to you that you will
burn in hell for ever for it? What, is Christ so hard a master that you will
not love him? Is his cross so ugly that ye will not look towards it? Oh, I
beseech you by him whose heart is love, the crucified Redeemer, who now
speaks through me this morning, and in me weeps over you, I beseech you
look to him and be saved, for he came into the world to seek and to save
that which was lost, and him that cometh to him he will in nowise cast out,
for "he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by
him."
To-day, O Spirit bring sinners to thyself. I exhort you, sinners, lay hold
on
Christ. Touch the hem of his garment now. Behold, he hangs before you on
the cross. As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness. even so is
Jesus
lifted up. Look, I beseech you, look and live. Believe on the Lord Jesus
Christ and you shall be saved. As though God did beseech you by me, I
pray you in Christ's stead be ye reconciled to God. And O may the Spirit
make my appeal effectual! May angels rejoice this day over sinners saved
and brought to know the Lord.
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03 Feb 2008 05:44:39 PM |
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"Carl" <saints@nettally.com> wrote in message
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The following sermon by Charles Spurgeon focuses on the ungodly, who they
are, what fate they are destined and what has to occur for that terrible
fate to be avoided.
my fate is the same as yours carl, one day your sky pixie will MURDER both
you and me, and I bet he won't even let us live to be 900 years old
when you're dead, you're dead carl, there is no sky pixie, there is no
heaven, you need to quit listening to the horseshit ramblings of
superstitious cave dwellers and goat fuckers
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03 Feb 2008 07:28:46 PM |
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Acts 16:25-31
25 About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and
the other prisoners were listening to them. 26 Suddenly there was such a
violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once
all the prison doors flew open, and everybody's chains came loose. 27 The
jailer woke up, and when he saw the prison doors open, he drew his sword and
was about to kill himself because he thought the prisoners had escaped. 28
But Paul shouted, "Don't harm yourself! We are all here!"
29 The jailer called for lights, rushed in and fell trembling before Paul
and Silas. 30 He then brought them out and asked, "Sirs, what must I do to
be saved?"
31 They replied, "Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved - you and
your household."
May God bless,
Carl
my website -- http://www.nettally.com/saints/
my blog -- http://www.anniemayhem.com/cgi-bin/wordpress/
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| User: "SheBlewHimDidYouBlowHim" |
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03 Feb 2008 08:38:58 PM |
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"Carl" <saints@nettally.com> wrote in message
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Acts 16:25-31
25 About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God,
and the other prisoners were listening to them. 26 Suddenly there was such
a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At
once all the prison doors flew open, and everybody's chains came loose. 27
The jailer woke up, and when he saw the prison doors open, he drew his
sword and was about to kill himself because he thought the prisoners had
escaped. 28 But Paul shouted, "Don't harm yourself! We are all here!"
29 The jailer called for lights, rushed in and fell trembling before Paul
and Silas. 30 He then brought them out and asked, "Sirs, what must I do to
be saved?"
31 They replied, "Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved - you
and your household."
carl, are you STILL posting the ***** RAMBLINGS OF superstitious cave
dwellers and goat fuckers?
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| User: "Epi-Sode" |
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04 Feb 2008 05:52:00 AM |
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Carl wrote:
Acts 16:25-31
25 About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and
the other prisoners were listening to them. 26 Suddenly there was such a
violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once
all the prison doors flew open, and everybody's chains came loose. 27 The
jailer woke up, and when he saw the prison doors open, he drew his sword and
was about to kill himself because he thought the prisoners had escaped. 28
But Paul shouted, "Don't harm yourself! We are all here!"
29 The jailer called for lights, rushed in and fell trembling before Paul
and Silas. 30 He then brought them out and asked, "Sirs, what must I do to
be saved?"
31 They replied, "Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved - you and
your household."
May God bless,
Carl
my website -- http://www.nettally.com/saints/
my blog -- http://www.anniemayhem.com/cgi-bin/wordpress/
And I will perish, for there is no salvation in my world.
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| User: "Carl" |
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03 Feb 2008 06:22:58 PM |
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Ps 1:4-6
4 Not so the wicked!
They are like chaff
that the wind blows away.
5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.
6 For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish.
May God bless,
Carl
my website -- http://www.nettally.com/saints/
my blog -- http://www.anniemayhem.com/cgi-bin/wordpress/
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| User: "SheBlewHimDidYouBlowHim" |
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03 Feb 2008 06:34:16 PM |
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"Carl" <saints@nettally.com> wrote in message
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Ps 1:4-6
4 Not so the wicked!
They are like chaff
that the wind blows away.
5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.
6 For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish.
just more ***** ramblings from superstitious cave dwellers and goat
fuckers carl,
hasn't your SKY PIXIE said anything NEW lately?
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