The Beginning, Increase, and End of the Divine Life
A Sermon Delivered on Sabbath Morning, April 29th, 1860, by the
REV. C.H. SPURGEON
At Exeter Hall, Strand
"Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase."Job 8:7.
This was the reasoning of Bildad the Shuhite. He
wished to prove that Job could not possibly be an upright man, for if he were so, he here
affirms that his prosperity would increase continually, or that if he fell into any
trouble, God would awake for him, and make the habitation of his righteousness prosperous;
and though his family were now all destroyed, and his wealth scattered to the winds, yet
if he were an upright man, God would surely appear for him, and his latter end would
Now, the utterances of Bildad, and of the other
two men who came to comfort Job, but who made his wounds tingle, are not to be accepted as
being inspired. They spake as menas mere men. They reasoned no doubt in their
own esteem logically enough; but the Spirit of God was not with hem in their speech,
therefore with regard to any sentiment which we find uttered by these men, we must use our
own judgment; and if it be not in consonance with the rest of Holy Scriptures, it will be
our bounden duty to reject it as being but the word of manof a wise and ancient man
it is true, but still of a man only.
With regard to the passage which I have selected
as a text, it is ruealtogether apart from its being said by Bildad, or being found
in the Bible at all; it is true, as indeed the facts of the book of Job prove: for Job did
greatly increase in his latter end. His beginning was small: he was brought down to
poverty, to the potsherd and to the dunghill; he had many graves, but no children; he had
had many losses, he had now nothing left to lose; and yet God did awake for him; his
righteousness came out from he darkness which had eclipsed it; he shone in sevenfold
prosperity; s that the words of Bildad were prophetic, though he knew it not; God put into
his mouth language which did come true, after all. Indeed, we have here a great
principlea principle against which none can ever contend. The beginning of the godly
and the upright man may be but very small, but his latter end shall greatly increase.
Evil things may seem to begin well, but they end
badly; there is the flash and the glare, but afterwards the darkness and the black ash.
They promise fairly: their sun rises in the zenith, and then speedily sets, never
to rise again. Evil things begin as mountains; they end as mole-hills. You sail upon their
ocean at first, and as you sail onward it shrinks into a river, and afterwards into a dry
bed, if not into burning sands. Behold Satan in the garden of Eden. Sin begins with the
promise, "Ye shall be as gods!" How grand is its beginning! Where ends it?
Shivering beneath the trees of the garden, complaining of nakedness, sin comes to its end.
Or see it in Satan himself. He stretches out his right hand to snatch the diadem of
heaven; he would be Lord paramount. He cannot bear to serve, he longs to reign. Oh!
Glittering vision, that enchants the eye of an arch-angelic spirit! But where ends it? The
vision is all gone, and is succeeded by "the blackness of darkness for ever;"
and the chains reserved in fire for those that kept not their first estate. So will it be
with you, too, my friend, if you have chosen the path of evil. To-day your mirth is as the
crackling of thorns under a pot; it blazes, it crackles with excess of joy; to-morrow thou
shalt find nothing there but a handful of ashes, and darkness, and cold. Ay, the path of
evil is down hill, from its sunny summits, to its dark ravinesfrom the loftiness,
which it assumes when it professes to be a cherub, to that lowliness in which it finds
itself to be a fiend. Evil goeth downward; it hath its great things first, and then its
terrible things last. No so, however, with good. With good the beginning is even small;
but its latter end doth greatly increase. "The path of the just is as the shining
light," which sheds a few flickering rays at first, which exercises a combat with the
darkness, but it "shineth more and more unto the perfect day." As the coming
forth of stars at even-tide, when first one, and then another, and yet another struggles
through the darkness, till at last the whole starry host are marshalled on the heavenly
plainsso it is with goodit beginneth with grains of sand, it goeth on to
hills, and anon it swelleth up to mountains; it beginneth with the rippling rillthe
little cascade that leapeth from its secret birth-place, and down the mountain it dasheth,
it swelleth to a joyous stream, wherein the fish do leap; anon it becomes a river, which
bears upon the surface the navigation of nations, and then it rolls at last an ocean that
belts the globe. Good things progress. They are like Jacob's ladderthey ascend round
by round. We begin as men, we end as angels; we climb until the promise of Satan is
fulfilled in a sense in which he never understood it; we become as gods, and are made
partakers of the Divine, being reconciled unto God, and then having God's grace infused
The principle, then, upon which I have to speak
this morning, is this,that though the beginnings of good things are small, yet their
latter end shall greatly increase. Instead, however, of dealing with this as a mere
doctrine, I propose to use it practically; assume the fact, and then make a practical use
of it. Three ends shall I hope to servefirst, to quiet the fears of those who are
but beginners in grace; secondly, to confirm their faith; and, thirdly, to
quicken their diligence. May I ask the prayers of God's people here that I may be
strengthened in this preaching? I cannot tell how it is,the cold clammy sweat comes
over me now I am about to address you, and I feel almost quivering with weakness;
nevertheless, this is a subject which may strengthen me as well as you, and therefore let
us go to it at once.
I. First, then, for THE QUIETING OF YOUR FEARS.
Thou sayest, my hearer, "I am but a beginner in grace, and therefore I am vexed with
anxiety, and full of timorousness." Yes, and it shall be my business if God the Holy
Spirit, the Comforter, shall enable me, to give thee some few sweet words which, like
wafers made with honey, thou mayest roll under thy tongue, and find them satisfactory and
pleasant, even as that manna which came down from heaven, and fed the Israelites in the
Perhaps thy first fear, if I put it into words,
is this:"My beginning is so small that I cannot tell when it did begin, and
therefore, methinks I cannot have been converted, but am still in the gall of
bitterness." O beloved! How many thousands like thyself have been exercised with
doubts upon this point! They were not converted in an instant; they were not stricken down
as in the Revivals; they were not nerved with terrible alarms, such as John Bunyan
describeth in his "Grace Abounding;" but they were called of God, as was Lydia,
by a still small voice. Their hearts were gradually and happily opened to receive the
truth; it was not as if a tornado or a hurricane rushed through their spirits; but a soft
zephr below, and they lived and came to God. And you doubt, do you, because from this very
reason you cannot tell when you were generated; it is but necessary for you to know that
you are so. If thou canst set no date to the beginning of thy faith, yet if thou dost
believe now, thou art saved. If in thy diary there stands no red-letter day in which thy
sins were pardoned, and thy soul accepted, yet if thy trust be in Jesus only, this very
day thou art pardoned, and thou art accepted, despite thy ignorance of the time when.
God's promises bear no date; our notes are dated because there is a time when they run
due, and we are apt to forget them; God's promises bear none, and his gifts sometimes do
not bear any. If thou art savedthough the date be erasedyet do thou rejoice
and triumph evermore in the Lord thy God. True, there are some of us who can remember the
precise spot where we first found the Saviour. The day will never be forgotten when these
eyes looked to he cross of Christ and found their tears all wiped away. But thousands in
the fold of Jesus know not when hey were brought in; be it enough for hem to know they are
there. Let them feed upon the pasture, let them lie down beside the still waters for
whether they came by night or by day they did not come at a forbidden hour. Whether they
came in youth or in old age, it matters not; all times are acceptable with God, "and
whosoever cometh," come he when he may, "he will in no wise cast out."
Does it not strike you as being very foolish
reasoning if you should say in your heart, "I am not converted because I do not know
when?" Nay, with such reasoning as that, I could prove that old Rome was never built,
because the precise date of her building is unknown; nay, we might declare that the world
was never made, for its exact age even the geologist cannot tell us. We might prove that
Jesus Christ himself never died, for the precise date on which he expired on the tree is
lost beyond recovery; nor doth it signify much to us. We know the world was made, we know
that Christ did die, and so youif you are onw reconciled to God, if now your
trembling arms are cast around that cross, you too are savedthough the beginning was
so small that you cannot tell when it was. Indeed, in living things, it is hard to put the
finger upon the beginning. Here is a fruit-will you tell me when it began to be? Was it at
the time when first the tree sent forth its fruit-bud? Did this fruit begin when first the
flower shed its exhalations of perfume upon the air? Indeed, you could not have seen it if
you had looked. When was it? Was it when the full-ripe flower was blown away, and its
leaves were scattered to the wind, and a little embryo of fruit was left? 'Twere hard to
say it did not begin before that, and equally hard to say at what precise instant that
fruit began to be formed. Ay, and so is it with divine grace; the desires are so faint at
the beginning, the convictions are but the etchings upon the plate, which afterwards must
be engraven with a harder instrument; and they are such flimsy things, such transient
impressions of divine truth, that 'twere difficult to say what is transient and what
permanent, what is really of the Spirit of God, and what is not; what hath saved the soul,
or what only brought it to the verge of salvation; what made it really live, or what was
really the calling together of the dry bones before the breath came, and the bones began
to live. Quite your fears, my hearers, upon this point, for if ye are saved, no matter
when, ye never shall be unsaved.
Another doubt also arises from this point.
"Ah! sir," saith a timid Christian, "it is not merely the absence of all
date to my conversion, but the extreme weakness of the grace I have." "Ah,"
saith one, "I sometimes think I have a little faith, but it is so mingled with
unbelief, distrust, and incredulity, that I can hardly think it is God's gift, the faith
of God's elect. I hope sometimes I have a little love, but it is such a beginning, such a
mere spark, that I cannot think it is the love which God the Holy Spirit breathes into the
soul; my beginning is so exceeding small, that I have to look, and look, and look again,
at times, before I can discern it for myself. If I have faith, it is but as a rain of
mustard seed, and I fear it will never be that goodly tree, in the midst of whose branches
the birds of the air might rest." Courage, my brother, courage; however small the
beginnings of grace, hey are such beginnings that they shall have a glorious end. When God
begins to build, if he lay but one single stone he will finish the structure; when Christ
sits down to weave, though he casts the shuttle but once, and that time the thread was so
filmy as scarcely to be discernable, he will nevertheless continue ill the piece is
finished, and the whole is wrought. If thy faith be never so little, yet it is immortal,
and that immortality may well compensate for its littleness. A spark of grace is a spark
of Deityas soon may Deity be quenched as to quench gracethat grace within thy
soul given thee of the Spirit shall continue to burn, and he who gave it shall fan it with
his own soft breath, for "he will not quench the smoking flax;" he will bring it
to a fire, and afterwards to a furnace, till thy faith shall attain to the full assurance
of understanding. Oh! Let not the littleness of God's beginnings stagger you. Who would
think, if he stood at the source of the Thames, that it would ever be such a river as it
ismaking this city rich? So little is it that a child might stop it with his hand,
and but a handful of miry clay might dam its course, but there it rolls a mighty river
that man cannot stop. And so shall it be with thee; thy faith is so little that it seems
not to exist at all, and thy love so faint that it can scarcely be called love, but thy
latter end shall greatly increase, till thou shalt become strong and do exploits; the babe
shall become a giant; and he that stumbled at every straw shall move mountains, and make
the very hills to shake.
Having thus spoken upon two fears, which are the result of these small beginnings, let me now try to quiet another. "Ah!" saith the heir of heaven, "I do hope that in me grace hath commenced its work, but my fear is, that such frail faith as mine will never stand the test of years. I am," saith he, "so weak, that one temptation would be too much for me; how then can I hope to pass through yonder forest of spears held in the hands of valiant enemies? A drop makes me tremble, how shall I stem the roaring flood of life and death? Let but one arrow fly from hell it penetrates my tender flesh; what hen if Satan shall empty his quiver? I shall surely fall by the hand of the enemy. My beginnings are so small that I am certain they will soon come to their end, and that end must be black despair." Be of good courage, brother, have done with that fear one for all; it is rue, as thou sayest, the temptation will be too much for thee, but what hast thou to do with it? Heaven is not to be won by thy might, but by the might of him who has promised heaven to thee; thy crown of life is to be obtained, not by thy arm, but by that arm which now holds it out, and bids thee run towards it. If thy perseverance rested upon thyself thou couldst not persevere an hour; if spiritual life depended on itself it would be like the shooting-star, which makes a shining trail for a moment and then is gone; but thanks be unto God, it is written"Because I live, ye shall live also." "For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God."
"The feeblest saint shall win
Though death and hell obstruct the way,"
because that feeble sain is girded with
Jehovah's strength. If I had to fight in another man's strength, and I knew that he had
gigantic force, I should not estimate the power of my own limits and muscles, but of his
limbs and muscles; and so if I have to fight in the strength of God, I am not to reckon by
what I can do, but what he can do; not what I am able, but what he is able to accomplish.
I am not to go forth bound and limited, and cramped, and bandaged by my own infirmity, but
make free, and valorous, and unconquerable through that Divine omnipotence, which first
spake all things into existence, and now maintaineth all things by the word of his power.
Stand up, poor brother, full of fears though you be, and for once glory in your
infirmities, and boast in your Master. I say it in thy behalf, and on my ownye
principalities and powers of darkness, ye leaguered hosts of hell, ye enemies in human
form, or in form demoniac, I challenge ye all; more than a match for ever one of you am I
if God be with me; less than nothing were I, if left alone; but were I weaker than I am I
would defy you all, for God is my strength; Jehovah is become my strength and my song; he
also has become my salvation, therefore will we tread down our enemies, and Moab shall
become as straw that is trodden down for the dunghill; in God will be rejoice, yea in God
will we greatly rejoice, and in him will we rejoice all the day.
Thus have I dealth with a third fear. Let me seek to quiet and pacify one other fear. "Nay, but," say you, "I never can be saved; for when I look at other people, at God's own true children,I am ashamed to say it,I am but a miserable copy of them. So far from attaining to he image of my Master, I fear I am not even like my Master's servants. Look at such-an-one, how he preaches the truth with power, what fluency he has in prayer, what service he undertakes! But II am such a beginner in grace, that
'Hosannas languish on my tongue,
And my devotion dies.'
I live at a poor dying rate. I
sometimes run, but oftener creep, and seldom or ever fly. Where others are shaking
mountains, I am stumbling over mole-hills. The saints seem to bestride this narrow
world like some great colossus, but I walk under their huge legs, and peep about,
to find myself a poor dishonoured slave. I have no power, no strength, no might."
Pause, brother, pause; stop thy murmuring for a moment. If some little star in the sky
should declare it was not a star, because it did not shine as brightly as Sirius or
Arcturus, how foolish would be its argument! If the moon should insist upon it that she
was never made by God, because she could not shine as brightly as the sun, fie on her pale
face, that she cannot be content to be what her Lord hath made her! If the nettle would
not bloom, because it was not a pine, and if the hyssop on the wall refused to row,
because it was not a cedar, oh! What dislocation would there be in the noble frame of this
universe! If these murmurings that vex us vexed the whole of God's creatures, then were
this earth a howling wilderness indeed. Now, let me talk to thee a moment, to calm thy
fears. Hast thou, my brother, ever learned to distinguish between grace and gifts? For
know that they are marvellously dissimilar. A man may be saved who has not a grain of
gifts; but no man can be saved who hath no grace. Yonder brother who prayed, yonder friend
who preaches, yonder sister who spokeall these perhaps acted so well, because God
had given hem excellent gifts. It might not be that it was because of grace. When you are
in the prayer-meeting, and hear a brother extremely fluent, remember that there are men
quite as fluent about their daily business, and that fluency is not fervency, and that
even the appearance of fervency is not absolutely an evidence that there is fervency in
the soul. If thou art so mean a thing that thou canst not spell a word in any book, or put
six words together grammatically, if thou canst offer no prayer in public, if thou art so
poor a scholar that every fool is wiser than thou art, yet if thou hast grace in thy
heart, thou art saved, and that is the matter in point just now, whether thou art saved or
not. "Covet earnestly the best gifts;" but still, sit not down and murmur
because thou hast them not, for one grain of grace outweighs a pound of gifts; one
particle of grace is far more precious than all the gifts that Byron ever had, or that
Shakespeare ever possessed within his soul, vast and almost infinite though the gifts of
those men certainly were.
And yet another question would I put to you. My
dear brother, have you ever learned to distinguish between grace that saves, and the grace
which develops itself afterwards? Remember, there are some races that are absolutely
necessary to the saving of the soul; there are some others that are only necessary to its
comfort. Faith, for instance, is absolutely necessary for salvation; but assurance is not.
Love is indispensible; but that high degree of love which induces the martyr's spirit,
does not reign in the breast of ever one, even of those who are saved. The possession of
grace in some degree is needful to salvation; but the possession of grace in the highest
degree, though it be extremely desirable, is not absolutely necessary for an entrance into
heaven. Bethink thee, then, thus to thyself, if I be the meanest lamb in Jesus' fold, I
would be happy to think that I am in the flock; if I be the smallest babe in Jesus'
family, I will bless his name to think that I have a portion among the sanctified. If I be
the smallest jewel in the Saviour's crown, I will glisten and shine as best I can, to the
praise of him that bought me with his blood. If I cannot make such swelling music in the
orchestra of heaven as the pealing organ may, then will I be but as a bruised reed, which
may emit some faint melody. If I cannot be the beacon fire that scares a continent, and
throws its light across the deep, I will seek to be the glow-worm that may at least let
the weary traveller know something of its whereabouts. O Christians! Ye that have but
little beginnings, quiet your fears; for these little beginnings, if they be of God, will
save your soul, and you may in this rejoice, yes, rejoice exceedingly.
I must ask your patience now while I turn to the
second head, and I shall dwell upon that very briefly indeed.
II. Upon this head I wish to say a word or two
for THE CONFIRMATION OF YOUR FAITH. I am sure you will give me your prayerful attention
while I speak for the confirmation of my own faith as well as yours.
Well, brothers and sisters, the first
confirmation I would offer you is this:Our beginnings are very, ver small, but we
have a joyous prospect in our text. Our later end shall greatly increase; we shall not
always be so distrustful as we are now. Thank God, we look for days when our faith shall
be unshaken, and firm as mountains be. I shall not for ever have to mourn before my God
that I cannot love him as I would. I trust that he in my latter end will give me more of
his Spirit, that I shall love him with all my heart, and soul, and strength. We have
entered into the gospel school; we are ignorant now, but we shall one day understand with
all saints what are the heights, and depths, and lengths, and breadths, and know the love
of Christ which passeth knowledge. We have hope that, as these hairs grow grey, we shall
"grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ."
Time, that ploughs its furrow in the brow, we hope will sow the seeds of wisdom there.
Experience, which shall furrow our back with many a sorrow and a wound, shall
nevertheless, we trust, work patience, and nearer and sweeter fellowship than as yet we
have come to know. Think not, Mr. Ready-to-halt, that thou shalt always need thy crutches;
there may come days of leaping and of dancing even for thee. Oh, Mistress Despondency, the
dungeons of Giant Despair's castle are not to be thy perpetual abode; thou, too, shall
stand upon the top of Mount Clear, and thou shalt see the Celestial City, and the land
that is very far off. We are growing things. Methinks I hear the green blade say
this morning, "I shall not for ever be trodden under foot as if I were but grass; I
shall grow; I shall blossom; I shall row ripe and mellow; and many a man shall sharpen his
sickle for me." I hear the little sapling say, "I shall not for ever be shaken
to and fro by winds; I shall grow into an old stalwart oak; gnarled though the roots may
be, and twisted though my branches are, I shall one day stand and outlaugh the tempest,
while all its waves of wind break harmlessly over me." I shall be strong through him
that strengthened me, for I feel a growth within me that can never stop till I have grown
to be next to a Goda son of God, a partaker of the Divine nature. Courage then,
courage, I say, brothers and sisters! These weak days are not always to last; we are not
to be shorn lambs always, not always the weaklings of his cattle. We shall one day be as
the firstlings of his bullocks, and we shall push our enemies to he ends of the earth, and
tread upon them and destroy them.
But, further, this cheering prospect upon earth is quite eclipsed by a more cheering prospect beyond the river Death. "Our latter end shall greatly increase." Faith shall give place to fruition; hope shall be occupied with enjoyment; love itself shall be swallowed up in ecstacy. Mine eyes, ye shall not for ever weep; there are sights of transport for you. Tongue, thou shalt not for ever have to mourn, and be the instrument of confession; there are songs and hallelujahs for thee. Feet, yet shall not always be weary with this rough road; there are celestial leapings for you. O my poor heart, oft cowed and broken, often disappointed and trodden down, there waiteth for thee the palm-branch and the robe of victory, and the immortal crown.
"My spirit leaps across the
And antedates the hour,"
when I shall come into possession of these joys which could not belong to my childhood here, but which await me in my manhood up there, when the spirit shall be perfected, and made meet to be a partaker of the inheritance of the saints in light. Courage, Christian!
"The way may be rough, but it cannot be long;"
and the end will make amends for all
the toil that you can endure when on the road. Oh! Quicken thy footsteps, sit not down in
despair. Thy latter end shall greatly increase, though thy beginnings be but small.
Perhaps some one may say, "How is it that
we are so sure that our latter end will increase?" I give you just these
reasons:we are quite sure of it because there is a vitality in our piety. The
sculptor may have oftentimes cut in marble some exquisite statue of a babe. That
has come to its full size; it will never grow any greater. When I see a wise man in the
world, I look at him as being just such an infant. He will never grow any greater. He has
come to his full. He is but chiselled out by human power; there is no vitality in him. The
Christian here one earth is a babe, but not a babe in stonea babe instinct with
life. It is a happy thought sometimes to have of one's-self as sitting down here,
compressed, small, insignificant; and one day Death shall come and say, "Rise to thy
proper altitude," and we shall begin to grow and expand; and bursting all our
cerements and every limit of humanity, we shall become greater than the angels are. I
think it is Milton who pictures the spirits in Pandemonium as condensing themselves, so
that multitudes of hem could sit in a little space, and then at their own volition
mounting up till they attained a prodigious height. So is it now. We are little spirits,
but we shall grow and increase, and we know this because there is life in useternal
life. Now, the life of twenty years develops itself into something vastly superior to what
it was in childhood; and what will the eternal life be when that vitality within us shall
make the littleness of our beginning seem as nothing at all, when our latter end shall
have greatly increased?
Besides this, we feel hat we must come to
something better, because God is with us. We are quite certain that what we are, cannot be
the end of God's design. When I see a block of marble half chiselled, with just perhaps a
hand peeping out from the rock, no man can make me believe that that is what the artist
means it should be. And I know I am not what God would have me to be, because I feel
yearnings and longings within myself to be infinitely better, infinitely holier and purer
than I am now. And so is it with you; you are not what God means you to be; you have only
just begun to be what he wants you to be. He will go on with his chisel of affliction,
using wisdom and the graving-tool together, till by-and-bye it shall appear what
you shall be for, you shall be like him, and you shall see him as he is. Oh! What comfort
this is for our faith, that from he fact of our vitality and the fact that God is at work
with us, it is clear, and true, and certain, that our latter end shall be increased. I do
not think that any man yet has ever got an idea of what a man is to be. We are only the
chalk crayon, rough drawings of men, yet when we come to filled up in eternity, we shall
be marvellous pictures, and our latter end indeed shall be greatly increased.
And now, one other thought and I will turn to the last point. Christian! Remember, for the encouragement of thy poor soul, that what thou art now is not the measure of thy safety; thy safety depends not upon what thou art, but on what Christ is. If the Rock of our salvation ere within us, indeed the house would soon be over-turned; but we live by what Christ is.
"What Adam had, and forfeited
That Jesus is, who cannot fail or fall."
Till he can falter, my spirit need not tremble; till Jesus sins, till Jesus dies, till Jesus is overcome, till he is powerless with his God, till he ceases to be Divine, the soul that trusts him must be secure. Look not within thee for consolation, but look above, where Jesus pleads before the throne of the efficacy of his once-offered blood, and if thou wilt look at thy own state, and then judge thine eternal standing by thine own feelings, or willings, or doings, thou wilt be an undone and miserable wretch. Measure thyself by Jesus' doings, by Jesus' standing, by Jesus' acceptance, by the love of his heart, by the power of his arm, by the Divinity of his nature, by the constancy of his faithfulness, by the acceptance of his blood, by the prevalence of his plea; and so measuring, thy faith need never, never fear
"For should the earth's old
And all the walls of nature break,
Our steadfast souls need fear no more
Than solid rocks when billows roar."
III. Now for our last point, namely, FOR THE
QUICKENING OF OUR DILIGENCE.
It was never intended that the promises of God
should make men idle; and when we tell hem that their small beginnings shall doubtless
come to glorious endings, we tell hem this for their encouragementnot that they may
sit still and do nothing, but that they may gird up the loins of their mind, confident of
their success, to do all that lieth in them, God helping them. Men and brethren, there are
many of you here, who, like myself, have to mourn over little beginnings. Let me say to
you, be ver diligent in the use of those means which God has appointed for your spiritual
First, take heed to yourself that you obey the
commandments which relate to the ordinances of Christ. Neglect not baptism. True,
there is nothing saving in it, nothing meritorious; but baptism is a means of grace. There
have been many, who have found, like the eunuch, that when they have been baptised they
have gone on their way rejoicingrejoicing as the effect of grace given when they
have obeyed their Master.
Be careful, too, not to neglect that most
blessed Supper of our Lord Jesus Christ. Forsake not the assembling of yourselves
together, as the manner of some is, but let him be known to you in the breaking of bread,
and in pouring forth of wine. Do this often in remembrance of him. Ah! I am speaking to
some here to-day who love Jesus, but who have neglected his last dying injunction,
"This do in remembrance of me;" and you have not grown in grace, and are still
little in Israel, as you used to be. Do you wonder at it? You have neglected God's
appointed means. "Oh," saith one, "but I am a spiritual man; I do not need
these carnal ordinances." There is no man so carnal as he who calls God's ordinances
carnal, and no man more spiritual than he who finds spiritual things best brought home to
him by what others have ventured to call "beggarly elements." We do not know
ourselves if we think we can dispense with these divine signs. Christ knew what was best
for us. He has said, "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and be baptized." He
would not have appended the last command if it were not important. He has bidden us also,
as oft as we drink the cup, to do it in remembrance of him. He would not have commanded us
that, if it were not for our benefit and for his glory.
But further, if thou wouldst get out of the
littleness of thy beginnings, wait much upon the means of grace. Read much the Word of God
alone. Seek out one who understandeth it wella man whom God hath taught in
itand listen hou with reverence to the Word as it is preached. Frequent sermons, but
prayers most. Praying is the end of preaching. Make use of ever means that lieth before
thee. Be not like the fool, who calls the books of the old father "dead men's
brains." What God spake to seers of old, what he spoke to mighty men who preached, is
not to be thus despised. Read thou as thou canst, and learn as thou canst. Take care, too,
that thou art not content with skimming over a page of Scripture; but seek to get the ver
marrow out of it. Be not as the butterfly, which flits from flower to flower, but rests
nowhere; be thou as the bee, which enters the flower-bell, and sucks the honey and bears
it off upon its heavily-laden thigh. Rest not till thou hast fed on the Word; and thus
shall thy little beginnings come to great endings.
Be much also in prayer. God's plants grow
fastest in the warm atmosphere of the closet. The closet is a forcing-place for spiritual
vegetation. He who would be well fed and grow strong, must exercise himself upon his
knees. Of all raining practice for spiritual battles, knee practice is the most healthy
and strengthening. Note that, if thou forgettest aught besides.
And, lastly, if thy beginning be but small, make
the best use of the beginning that thou hast. Hast thou but one talent? Put it out at
interest, and make two of it. Hast thou two? Seek to have them multiplied into four. Art
thou a babe? If thou canst not walk, nor lift, nor carry, thou canst cry. Take care to cry
right lustily. Art thou a child? Thou canst not climb; thou canst not as yet teach; but
thou canst run. Take care to run in the ways of heavenly obedience. Art thou a young man?
Thou canst not as yet give the reverend advice of hoary age; but be strong, and overcome
the wicked one. Art thou an old man? Thou canst not now fight the battles of thy youth,
nor lead the van in heroic deeds, but thou canst abide with the stuff, and guard those old
doctrines which, like the heavy baggage of the army, must not be lost, lest the battle
itself should go from us. Ever man to his place and to his post. By thus diligently using
what we have, we shall gain more. Rivers increase by their onward flow, flames by burning;
sunlight increases by the sun's sining, lights by kindling other lights. And so do thou.
Do thou grow rich by enriching othersrich by spending. Lengthen out thyself by
cutting off the ends that thou canst spare from all thou hast, for it is the way to grow;
by giving up that which was an excresence thou shalt get that which shall be a real
growth. Oh! Use thyself, and God shall make use of thee; come out, and God shall lead thee
forth. Be a man, and God shall make thee more than an angel, and God shall make thee
something more. He will make thee better, holier, happier, greater. Oh! Do this, and so
shall hy latter end be joyous, thy peace shall be like a river, and thy righteousness like
the waves of the sea.
Thus, I have spoken this for the comfort of
God's peoplewould that I could hope that all I have said belonged to all of you!
But, ah! if it does not, may God convert you, may the new life be given to you! Oh!
Remember, if you are longing for it, the way of salvation is freely opened to you.
"Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved."
God bless us now and ever, for Jesus' sake. Amen.
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