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It is fair to say that Charles Haddon Spurgeon is one of the best-known preachers in the history of the world. It is definite that he was England’s best-known preacher for the second half of the 19th century. He took Christ as his Lord and Saviour in 1850 and just four years later was called to be the pastor of London’s famed New Park Street Church. It was under his pastoral care that this Church outgrew its building and had to move to new premises. This new site gave rise to a new name, one that is renowned even today, the Metropolitan Tabernacle. We are delighted to present to you Spurgeon’s sermons in this new series of publications. This book is the collection of 24 of C.H. Spurgeon’s sermons, faithfully recorded and edited for publication. The subject of these sermons is the most important matter of the Church. These sermons form Spurgeon’s teaching on the Church. This theme is without question one of the foundations of the Christian life. It is our hope and prayer that these sermons will bless you just as they did those who listened to the ‘Prince of Preachers’ over a century ago. This is still a treasure of wisdom and encouragement for the 21st century. Each work is beautifully formatted with every verse given an uncluttered presentation for ease of reference and use. We have taken great care to provide you with each individual commentary as it was intended and written by the original author.

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Contents

Front Matter

Main Contents

THE MARVELOUS INCREASE OF THE CHURCH

A SOLEMN WARNING FOR ALL CHURCHES

THE SECURITY OF THE CHURCH

THE HOLY SPIRIT AND THE ONE CHURCH

CHRIST GLORIFIED AS THE BUILDER OF HIS CHURCH

THE VANGUARD AND REAR-GUARD OF THE CHURCH

THE CHURCH—CONSERVATIVE AND AGGRESSIVE

A GLORIOUS CHURCH

THE CHURCH’S LOVE TO HER LOVING LORD

THE CHURCH AWAKENED

A MESSAGE FROM GOD TO HIS CHURCH AND PEOPLE

A PRAYER FOR THE CHURCH MILITANT

THE HEAD OF THE CHURCH

THE CHURCH AS SHE SHOULD BE

THE REAL PRESENCE—THE GREAT NEED OF THE CHURCH

ADDITIONS TO THE CHURCH

WHAT THE CHURCH SHOULD BE

THE GLORY, UNITY AND TRIUMPH OF THE CHURCH

THE ABIDING OF THE SPIRIT THE GLORY OF THE CHURCH “Yet

THE LORD’S OWN VIEW OF HIS CHURCH AND PEOPLE

CHRIST’S DYING WORD FOR HIS CHURCH

SPIRITUAL REVIVAL—THE NEED OF THE CHURCH

CHURCH INCREASE

THE MINISTER’S TRUMPET BLAST AND CHURCH MEMBER’S WARNING

THE CHURCH A MOTHER

PRAYER FOR THE CHURCH

THE CHURCH ENCOURAGED AND EXHORTED

THE CHURCH—THE WORLD’S HOPE

THE CHURCH’S PROBATION

THE CHURCH OF GOD AND THE TRUTH OF GOD

THE CHURCH OF THE FIRST-BORN

JOINING THE CHURCH

BEHOLDING GOD’S CHURCH

SPURGEON’S TEACHING ON THE CHURCH

By Charles H. Spurgeon

ISBN: 9781521590133

June 2017

MAIN CONTENTS

THE MARVELOUS INCREASE OF THE CHURCH

A SOLEMN WARNING FOR ALL CHURCHES

THE SECURITY OF THE CHURCH

THE HOLY SPIRIT AND THE ONE CHURCH

CHRIST GLORIFIED AS THE BUILDER OF HIS CHURCH

THE VANGUARD AND REAR-GUARD OF THE CHURCH

THE CHURCH—CONSERVATIVE AND AGGRESSIVE

A GLORIOUS CHURCH

THE CHURCH’S LOVE TO HER LOVING LORD

THE CHURCH AWAKENED

A MESSAGE FROM GOD TO HIS CHURCH AND PEOPLE

A PRAYER FOR THE CHURCH MILITANT

THE HEAD OF THE CHURCH

THE CHURCH AS SHE SHOULD BE

THE REAL PRESENCE—THE GREAT NEED OF THE CHURCH

ADDITIONS TO THE CHURCH

WHAT THE CHURCH SHOULD BE

THE GLORY, UNITY AND TRIUMPH OF THE CHURCH

THE ABIDING OF THE SPIRIT THE GLORY OF THE CHURCH “Yet

THE LORD’S OWN VIEW OF HIS CHURCH AND PEOPLE

CHRIST’S DYING WORD FOR HIS CHURCH

SPIRITUAL REVIVAL—THE NEED OF THE CHURCH

CHURCH INCREASE

THE MINISTER’S TRUMPET BLAST AND CHURCH MEMBER’S WARNING

THE CHURCH A MOTHER

PRAYER FOR THE CHURCH

THE CHURCH ENCOURAGED AND EXHORTED

THE CHURCH—THE WORLD’S HOPE

THE CHURCH’S PROBATION

THE CHURCH OF GOD AND THE TRUTH OF GOD

THE CHURCH OF THE FIRST-BORN

JOINING THE CHURCH

BEHOLDING GOD’S CHURCH

THE MARVELOUS INCREASE OF THE CHURCH

“Who are these that fly as a cloud and as the doves to their windows?”

Isaiah 60:8

THE ancient Church, in the foresight of her mighty increase in these latter days lifts up her hands in astonishment and having been so used to see the Lord’s grace confined to a small nation, she exclaims in amazement, “Who are these that fly as a cloud and as the doves to their windows?” We, Beloved, are in a somewhat similar position. It has pleased our Father to add to our numbers so greatly beyond all precedent in modern times. I doubt not that many of our aged members, who remember days of yore, when God was pleased to bless them very greatly and then think of days of sadness and weariness, when they were diminished and brought low, are this morning lifting up their hands and saying–as they think of the present prosperity of our Church–“Who are these that fly as a cloud and as the doves to their windows?”

I tell you whenever I appoint an evening for seeing the converts I am amazed. I can only stand up afterwards, clap my hands and go home and weep for very joy to think that the Word of our God is so running and multiplying and abundantly increasing. And as post after post I receive letters from different parts of this country, from one person here and another there, not in England only, but in Scotland and even across the sea in Ireland and, you know, in the Crimea also–I have been overwhelmed with amazement and have been obliged to cry out, “Who has begotten me these?” “Who are these that fly as a cloud and as the doves to their windows?”

The Church, when she uttered these words, appears to have been the subject of three kinds of feeling. First, wonder–secondly, pleasure–thirdly, anxiety. These three feelings you have felt. You are not strangers to them–and you will understand while I speak to you as the children of God, how it is that we can feel at the same time, wonder, pleasure and yet anxiety.

First, the Church of old and our Church now, appear to have been the subject of WONDERS when she saw so many come to know the Lord. “Who are these that fly as a cloud and as the doves to their windows?” Take the first sentence of the text first–“Who are these that fly as a cloud?” The Church wondered, first of all, at the number of her converts. They did “fly as a cloud.” Not here and there a convert–not now and then one–not converts like solitary bitterns of the desert. But they “did fly as a cloud.” Not a convert now and then, like a meteor–a thing we see but seldom–which flashes across the sky, rejoices the darkness and then is gone.

Not now and then a convert, as a rara avis–a spiritual prodigy. “But who are these?” says she, “who fly as a cloud?” She wonders at their number. But, my Brethren, why should we be astonished? Did not the Apostle Peter become the instrument of converting three thousand under one sermon? And have we not heard of Whitfield, that while ten thousand listened to him, it has been known that two thousand at a time have felt the power of God manifested in their hearts? And why should we wonder if hundreds are brought to God now? “Is His arm shortened that He cannot save? Is His ear heavy that He cannot hear?” Have we not cried unto the God of Jacob and is anything impossible to Him?

Remember how He “cut Rahab and wounded the dragon”? Think of His prodigies by the Red Sea and the miracles He worked in the field of Zoan. “Is anything too hard for the Lord?” Oh, you distrustful Church, do you marvel because your Lord gives you many children? Is it not written, “More are the children of the desolate than the children of the married wife,” says the Lord? I tell you, the Lord will show you greater things than these. The increase we have had shall yet be exceeded, if God wills it. Nothing is impossible with Him. He who converts one, could as easily convert a hundred.

And He who redeems a hundred, could save a thousand by the same power. Is not the blood of Jesus sufficient? Is not the Holy Spirit powerful enough? And is not the mighty Three-in-One God “able to do for us exceeding abundantly above what we can ask or think?” Yet, so it is–so little are our expectations and so unprepared are we for God’s mercies, that when He pours out a blessing upon us, so that we have not room enough to receive it, we begin shutting up the windows altogether and think, “Surely it cannot come from God, because there is so much of it.” Why, that is the very reason why we should believe it to be. If there were few conversions, then we might tremble and fear lest they might be man’s, but when there are so many, none but God can accomplish it.

When one or two are brought to join a Church, we may shake for fear and examine them with caution, but when they fly like a cloud, we can only say, “Great are You, O God, marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows right well.” Doubtless, Brethren, until larger views of God’s power and increased faith shall diminish the wonder, we shall always stand in amazement and say, “Who are these that fly as a cloud and as the doves to their windows?”

But, secondly, the Chaldee has the idea in it, not of numbers, but of swiftness. “Who are these that fly as a cloud,” for swiftness? You have seen clouds dashing along, like chariots drawn by mighty horses, or flying like a fugitive army when the swift winds have pursued them and you have said, “See how swiftly the clouds move along the sky.” And it is notable, that in great revivals of religion, persons are generally more swift in their religious growth and experience than they are in dull and degenerate times. “Why,” says one, “how soon persons join the Church here! How very soon they attain to assurance of faith! How very speedily they come to understand Gospel doctrines. It was not so in my days. For I know I was months and months and tried a long while before I dared think of obeying my Master–before I could say, ‘I know whom I have believed.’ ”

Just so, but these are brighter days than your days and you are wondering now because the converts fly so swiftly. But that is just the idea of the text–“Who are these that fly as swiftly as a cloud?” I know, Brethren, it used to be the custom with our Churches, when a convert came, to keep him a summer and a winter–to summer him and to winter him. Now, that is very prudent and very wise–but it is not at all Scriptural–there is nothing in the Word of God to support it. The example of Jesus and His Apostles is altogether against it. And I take it that Scripture is to go before prudence and that His example is always to be above man’s wisdom. Why should the people of God tarry in these days? Let them haste and delay not to keep His Commandments.

And what if young people do grow in grace faster now than they did in your time? Perhaps God has now poured out a larger measure of His Spirit. He has placed us in brighter days. And plants in the warm sunshine must expect to grow faster than those that dwell in the frost. We know that in the short summers of Sweden, a harvest will ripen in two or three months, or less than that. Why should we complain of the corn of Sweden, because it ripens so swiftly, when it is just as good as ours that takes several months to ripen? The Lord does as He wills and as He pleases. And if some fly swiftly, while others travel slowly, let those who go slowly bless God that they go at all–but let them not murmur that others go a little faster. Nevertheless, it will always be to God’s Church a source of wonder–“Who are these that fly so swiftly like a cloud?”

The Targum has another idea, that of publicity. “Who are these that fly as a cloud?” The cloud, you know, flies so that everybody can see it. So do these converts fly openly before the world. It is a matter of admiration with this Church and with God’s Church whenever it is increased, that the converts become so bold and fly so publicly. In the first days of the Church, Nicodemus, the ruler of the Jews, came to Jesus by night. He was somewhat ashamed lest he should be put out of the synagogue. Joseph of Arimathea, the rich man was afraid to protest his Lord and therefore loved Jesus “secretly, for fear of the Jews.” But you do not read that any of them were afraid when God poured out the Holy Spirit on the day that Peter preached.

But “they broke their bread from house to house and did eat it in singleness of heart, praising God.” They went up to the beautiful gate of the temple and in the very teeth of all the people, Peter and John healed the lame man. They worked their miracles openly before all men. They were not ashamed. So when there is a glorious ingathering of souls, you will always notice how bold the people become. Why, there never were such a brazen-faced set of people as those who assemble here. They are not ashamed of their religion. Why, I have seen persons come to the pool of Baptism, fearing, shaking and trembling–but I have not found it so with the majority of those who have been baptized in this place. They seem proud to own their Master. They can sing–

“Ashamed of Jesus? Sooner for

Let evening blush to own a star!

Ashamed of Jesus? Just as soon

Let midnight be ashamed of noon!”

You “are not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ,” for it has been here the power of God unto salvation to many who have believed. I have rejoiced to see the boldness of the young converts. I have heard of them fighting with the antagonists of the Truth. I have seen them boldly standing up for their Master in the face of scorns, jeers and slanders. And the Church says, with regard to them, “Who are these that fly publicly as a cloud?”

But methinks there is another idea here, which Dr. Gill gives us in his very valuable commentary. “Who are these that fly as a cloud,” for unanimity. You will mark not as clouds, but “as a cloud,” not as two or three bodies, but as one united and compact mass! Here is the secret of strength. Split us into fractions and we are conquered–unite us into a steady phalanx–and we become invincible. Knit us together as one man and Satan himself can never rend us asunder. Divide us into threads, let our warp and woof be disunited and we become like thin paper that burns before a single spark of the fire of the enemy.

But, thanks be to God, we are “as the heart of one man.” I could not but wonder at our Church Meeting on Wednesday, how all seemed to fly as a cloud. No sooner was a thing proposed than the whole Church seemed without a dissentient opinion to be carried along irresistibly by one thought that possessed its bosom. It is very seldom you see a Church really united–but God has united us. We have “one Lord, one faith, one Baptism.” But yet the Church wonders at it, she can scarcely understand it. “Who are these,” she says, “who fly as one compact and solid cloud?”

God grant that we may always continue so! Whatever is said of one of us, let it be said of all of us. Do not let us be stragglers. Those who fall into the rear of an army are always in danger and those who hang about its flanks are equally subject to insult and injury. Let us march breast to breast, shoulder to shoulder, each of us drawing the sword at one word–everyone doing as the Captain tells us. And as surely as Truth prevails, unity shall conquer and our King shall honor us and bless us still treading our foes beneath our feet and making us more than conquerors through Him that has loved us.

Again–there is the idea of power. Who is he that shall bridle a cloud, or stop it in its march? What man is he who by a word can stay the moving clouds and make them still? Who is he that can bid them, when they are driving northward, turn their course to the south? Who is he that can rein the coursers of the wind and forbid them to drag the chariots of darkness along to the west? The clouds yield to none. No majesty can control them–they laugh to scorn the scepter of the prince and they move on despite the rattling of the sabers of armies. None can stop the clouds, they are invincible, uncontrollable. And in their majesty they move themselves right royally, like the kings of Heaven.

And who is he that can stop the converts of Zion? Who is he that can keep back the children of Jerusalem? When the Lord shall “bring again the captivity of His people,” who is he that shall stop them? When His people of old were in Babylon, could “the two-leaved gates” bar them in? Could Cyrus, with all his armies, have kept them prisoners? No, the two-leaved gates open, the bars of brass give way. And Cyrus himself sends them back to their country, with gold and silver to build their temple! And in latter days the Jews shall return to their own land again to worship God. Who shall stop them? Shall the might of Russia? Shall the power of Egypt? Shall the tyranny of Turkey?

Shall anything keep them back? No, the city shall be built again upon her own heap and the tribes of the Lord shall yet go up again to worship God where their forefathers bowed before them. O, people of God! It is so with you. “Who are these that fly as a cloud?” Try, try, O enemy, to stop one of the Lord’s doves when he is coming to the windows! You cannot do it. Did not the devil try to stop you, O Brother, when you were coming to God? Ah, he did. But it was all in vain. And when you went to join the Church, how many difficulties there were in the way! But when you are called to God you will not be afraid, you will fly like a cloud.

Ah, the world says we shall stop by-and-by. That all our success is as nothing. That it will soon die away–that it is a mere excitement and will soon end. Ah, let them talk so if they please–we are flying like a cloud. We have God within us, we have good within us, we have the might of the Deity within our Church. And who is he that shall stop us? We bid the mighty men of this earth come. We bid carnal reason array itself against us. We bid the wisdom of the critic try to stop us. But they cannot do it. The weakness of God is mightier than man. And He who took us from the sheepfolds to lead His people Israel will not desert His David. He who has put us before His people will not cast us away nor will He leave His Church, nor forsake His chosen ones. “Who are these that fly as a cloud and as the doves to their windows?”

Thus have I tried to picture to you the amazement of Christ’s Church. “Who are these that fly as a cloud?” And now, Church of God, one word with you, before I leave you. Your success is amazing one way, but it is not amazing if you look at it in another direction. It is amazing that any man should be saved, it you look at man. It is not amazing if you consider God. It is amazing that the wilderness should blossom as the rose, if you look at the wilderness. But it is not amazing, if you consider Jehovah. It is wonderful that a desert should have the excellency of Carmel and Sharon. But wonder all dies away, when you recollect that God who does as He wills in the armies of Heaven does as He pleases in this lower world, too.

O, Church of God! Give the honor and the glory to your God and to your God only. Write His name upon your banners, let your sacrifice smoke before Him and before none else. Let no man receive your honor. Give it unto God. Unto God belongs the shields of the mighty. “I Am and there is none else besides Me.” Bow before Him, lest, if you give praise to the creature and if you think we have done anything and say, “Behold this great Babylon that I have built.” God would say then, “Because you have exalted yourself like the cedars of Lebanon, therefore will I bring you down to the earth and your glory shall be taken from you.” May the Lord in His mercy keep us from pride and also keep us living on Him, believing in His might and trusting in His power!

II. This brings us to the second portion of our discourse, which is the PLEASURE OF THE CHURCH. “Who are these that fly as a cloud and as the doves to their windows?”

First, the Church is exceedingly pleased at the character of those who come to her, “doves.” We should always thank God when those who join the Church are of the right sort. For alas, there is such a thing as having a large addition to the Church of men that are of no use whatever. Many an army has swelled its ranks with recruits who have in no way whatever contributed to its might. And it has been known in many great revivals, that large hosts have been gathered in, who have forsaken the Truth in six months.

I know a Church which excommunicated eighty members in twelve months for disorderly conduct and forsaking the Truth. They had taken in a hundred or so the year before, from some great spasm which had been occasioned by one of those spurious revivalists. He came about making a great noise and doing no good whatever, but scorching and burning up the ground, where other men might have sown the good seed of the Kingdom. I wonder that any man should be so self conceited as to call himself a revivalist, or profess to be a revival-maker–let this be known as my opinion–he is a nuisance and nothing better.

But where a Church is cautious, where the minister exercises scrutiny and all possible means are taken to see into character, it gives us great pleasure that they are of the right sort. Ah, Beloved, you should be at our Church Meetings sometimes and hear the sweet words of experience which are uttered there. I am sure you would say that they, “fly as the dove from their windows.” Now and then there comes before me an old croaking raven that wants to come in–but we are soon able to tell the raven from the dove. It may be that now and then a raven gets into our Church. But I do hope that the majority are doves.

We have seen them so humble, so meek, trusting alone in Jesus like timid doves, half afraid to speak and tell you. And yet so loving that they seemed as if they had sat on the finger of Jesus and picked their food from between His lips. We have marked their conduct afterwards and seen it to be holy and consistent. We will glory before the world, that notwithstanding the numbers that have been added to us, we have had to cut off as few as any Church in the world–but one in a year, out of our vast body! And that one was received from another Church and therefore had never been examined thoroughly. O my Brethren, always try to give the Church pleasure by your dove-like conversation. “Be wise as serpents, but harmless as doves,” such was your Master’s teaching. Let your character be–

“Humble, teachable and mild,

Changed into a little child;

Pleased with all the Lord provides,

Weaned from all the world besides.”

“Set your reflections on things above and not on things on the earth.” Be not like the unclean bird that will devour all kinds of filth. But be like the dove that lives on the “good corn of the kingdom.” And be sure that you are like they, loving and kind one to another. And, like they, always mourn when you lose your mate. Weep when your Jesus is gone from you and you lose His delightful presence. Be you like the dove in all these things.

Again–the Church feels pleasure, not only in their character, but in their condition. Like doves “that fly.” Lowth translates this portion of the verse “like doves on the wing.” The Church feels pleasure in thinking that her converts are like a dove in a secret place, in the cleft of the rock, hiding yourself in darkness because you are afraid to be seen? For my own part, I am often not like a dove on the wing but like a dove hiding its head under its wing afraid to fly.

But “He renews our strength like the eagle’s.” There is a molting time for the Lord’s doves. But their feathers grow again and then they have the wings of the dove, covered with silver and their feathers with yellow gold. And then they can fly upwards towards Jesus. And will not our Church rejoice when her converts appear to be all on the wing? Not doubting, fearful converts. Not converts that stand timidly, afraid to come. But converts on the wing, flying upwards towards Jesus. Prayerful, laborious, active converts. Not sitting still, doing nothing but laboring and flying upwards towards Jesus. These are the converts we want. And the Church is pleased when she can say, “Who are these that are like doves on the wing?”

Furthermore, the translation of the Septuagint gives us another idea. “Who are these that fly like doves with their young?” The Church rejoices at the company that the converts bring with them. How charming is the sight when a father unites himself with the people of God–and then his children after him! We had an instance a little while ago here of two sons followed by their mother. And we have had many instances of a mother following her daughters and of daughters following their mothers and sons following their fathers. Oh, how blessed it is to see the doves come with their young! If there is anything more beautiful than a dove, it is the little dove that flies by its side.

Beloved, do you not rejoice, some of you, that you have your children in the Church? That you can run your eye along the pew where your offspring are sitting with you, and can say, “Ah, glory be to God. It is not only I that have received His mercy but here are my sons, too–and there sits my daughter drinking from the same well as I draw from–living on the same spiritual manna, looking to the same Cross for salvation and hoping for the same Heaven! But I notice some families here–I could point them out if I would–I notice them with sadness. Where there is a father and a mother, both of them heirs of Heaven, but of whose sons we have no evidence and no hope that they are the children of God.

And there are some of you, my Friends, whose young ones have come before you. We have daughters here that have prayerless mothers. We have sons that have ungodly fathers. Oh, does it not seem hard that the children should be in the Kingdom before the parents? For if it is hard that a parent should see his children perishing surely there is tenfold horror in the thought of children saved, but parents going to Hell. Your offspring entering into the joy of their Lord and you yourselves cast “into outer darkness, where there is weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth.” Daughter of Zion! Plead for your children. Men of Jerusalem! Plead for your children.

The Church, again, feels pleasure at the direction in which these doves move. “Who are these that fly as the doves to their windows?” Where should the dove fly to but to its dovecot? The word means the dovecot, where the doves live–the little pigeon holes into which the doves enter and dwell. The joy of the Church is that the poor sinner does not fly to man, nor to the Law, but flies to Christ, the Dovecot! I can recollect when, like a poor dove, sent out by Noah from his hand, I flew over the wide expanse of waters and hoped to find some place where I might rest my wearied wing.

Up towards the north I flew. And my eye looked keenly through the mist and darkness, if perhaps it might find some floating substance on which my soul might rest its foot, but it found nothing. Again it turned its wing and flapped it, but not so rapidly as before across that deep water that knew no shore. But still there was no rest. The raven had found his resting place upon a floating body and was feeding itself upon the carrion of some drowned man’s carcass. But my poor soul found none.

I went on–thought I saw a ship floating out at sea–it was the ship of the Law. And I thought I would put my feet on its canvass, or rest myself on its cordage for a time and find some refuge. But ah, it was an airy phantom on which I could not rest. My foot had no right to rest on the Law, I had not kept it and the soul that keeps it not must die, At last I saw the boat Christ Jesus–that happy ark–and I thought I would fly there. But my poor wing was weary and I could fly no further and down I sank into the water. But as Providence would have it, when my wings were flagging and I dropped into the stream to be drowned, just below me was the roof of the ark.

And I saw a hand put out from it that took me and said, “I have loved you with an everlasting love, therefore I have not delivered the soul of my turtle dove into the company of the wicked. Come in, come in!” And then I found I had an olive branch in my mouth of peace with God and peace with man, plucked off with Jesus' power. Poor soul! Have you found a resting place in the ark? Have you fled to your window? Or are you, O Ephraim, like the silly dove that has no heart, that goes down to Egypt and rests itself in Assyria?

Oh, why is it that you are looking for rest where none can be found? There are many that say, “Who will show us any good? Lord lift up the light of Your countenance upon me!” That is the dove’s resting place. That is his house. Have you found your home in Christ? If you have not, when the storm comes, O dove, with ruffled plumage you shall be driven before the swift tempest. You shall be blown along like a small feather before the stream, onward, onward through the dark unknown–until you find yourself with burned and singed wings–falling into flames that have no bottom. The Lord give you deliverance and help you to fly to Jesus.

III. Now we come to our third point–the CHURCH’S ANXIETY. “Ah,” says the Church, “it is all very well their flying like a cloud. It is all right their going as doves to their windows. But who are they?” The Church is anxious and she anxiously desires to be sure that it is all gold that is put into her treasury. For she suspects that some of those lumps of bullion cannot be gold. She thinks, “surely that is not all genuine metal, or there would not be so much of it.” And she says, “Who are they?” That is the question! Now I address myself to an anxious Church to answer it.

First, they are those that fly. Our text says, “Who are these that fly?” They are those who fly because they cannot stop where they were and they are flying somewhere else for refuge. We trust that those who have joined our Church are those who are persuaded that the land wherein they dwelt is to be consumed with fire. Those who feel a necessity to come out of the place where they once lived and have a strong desire to seek “a city that has foundations, whose builder and maker is God.” We hope, Beloved, that those who have joined with us here are those who are escaping from Hell and flying to Heaven. We hope they are such as once had no sins that they feared, but now come out because they must come–for their house has got too hot for them and they cannot abide any longer in their sins.

Here we have the idea of conviction. They are those that fly. They are not content, now, to make their nest of their own good works with here and there a little bit of down picked off Morality Common–and here a piece of yarn that they have picked up in Legality Palace–and here a piece of good work that they have found in the barn-yard of Ceremonialism. Now they are poor souls that have no rest anywhere, but are flying and flying with rapid wing, until they can get to their windows. Are you such, my Beloved, that have joined the Church? Or are you not? If you are not, you have deceived me and you have deceived the Church, for we thought you were. We want to have none united with us but those who are flying to Jesus.

We want no self-righteous ones. No self-sufficient ones, no good moral people. We want those who feel that they are nothing at all and want Jesus Christ to be All in All. We want a Church of poor ragged sinners, clothed by Jesus. Poor dead sinners, made alive by Jesus. I ask God, when I ask Him to give me any, to give me those who are flying with haste for a Savior. And if any of you that have come to us making a profession of flying are not such, I beseech you by everything that is solemn, by that Hell of hypocrites, which is the Hell of Hells and by the Heaven you would lose, to think about how sinfully you are acting, in continuing members of a Christian Church when you are hypocrites and have never fled.

But again–they are those who fly not on the ground, but like a cloud, up high. We know many a Church to which the people come because there is so much charity connected with it. I know some country Churches in the Establishment which are attended by some people because there are regularly given away so many sixpences after the service. That is flying like a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing about in dark marshy places. If I could buy all London for my congregation by the turn of a three-penny piece, I would not give it. If people do not come from some better motives, we do not wish to have any. But we have none of that sort, we trust. They fly higher than these groundlings. Zion rejoiced that they did not fly on the ground, but flew like a cloud. They were persons that did not care about the world, but wanted Heaven.

They were souls filled with rain, like the clouds. Or if they were not big and black with rain, as the clouds sometimes are when they are about to burst, yet they had a little grace in them, a little moisture, a little dew. And they were persons driven by the wind, just as the clouds are–who do not move of themselves, but go because they must go–who have no power of themselves to move, but have something driving them behind. Brethren, we hope that the converts of this Church have been driven to us by the power of the Holy Spirit and could not help coming. We hope they have been men filled with rain, which they will drop out upon us in copious showers, if God pleases.

We pray by God’s grace they have been like the clouds, which tarry not for man, neither wait for the sons of men. They are come with us now–and we hope to see the clouds go up higher and higher into the air, until those clouds shall one by one be swallowed up in Jesus–shall be lost in the one assembly of the First-born Church of the Holy Spirit. These are the persons who “fly as a cloud.”

We give you yet another answer, O you timid Church. Those who come to join themselves with you are persons who have been regenerated. For they are doves. They were not doves by nature. They were ravens. But they are doves now. They are changed from ravens into doves, from lions into lambs. Beloved, it is very easy for you to pretend to be the children of God, but it is not easy for you to be so. The old fable of the jackdaw dressed up in peacock’s feathers often takes place now. Many a time have we seen coming to our Church a fine strutting fellow with long feathers of prayer behind him. He could pray gloriously. And he has come strutting in, with all his majesty and pride and said, “Surely I must come. I have everything about me, am I not rich and polite? Have I not learning and talent?”

In a very little while we have found him to be nothing but an old prattling jackdaw, having none of the true feathers belonging to him. By some accident one of his borrowed feathers has dropped out and we have found him to be a hypocrite. I beseech you, do not be hypocrites. The glory of the Gospel is not that it paints ravens white and whitewashes blackbirds, but that it turns them into doves. It is the glory of our religion not that it makes a man seem what he is not, but that it makes him something else. It takes the raven and turns him into a dove–his ravenous heart becomes a dove’s heart.

It is not the feathers that are changed, but the man himself. Glorious Gospel, which takes a lion and does not cut the lion’s mane off and then cover him with a sheep’s skin, but makes him into a lamb! O Church of God! These that have come like doves to their windows are trophies of regenerating grace, which has transformed them and made them as new creatures in Christ Jesus.

The last answer I shall give respecting those who have come to join themselves with us is that they are those, we hope, who have fled to their windows and found a refuge in Christ, my Lord. There is nothing we want to know of a person coming before the Church, except this–Do you believe on the Lord Jesus Christ? Have you had pardon from His hands? Have you had union with His Person? Do you hold communion with Him day by day? Is He your hope, your stay, your refuge, your trust? If so, then you may come in. If you are one living in the dovecot we will not drive you away. If you have fled like a dove to your window, we are glad to have you.

But there is the anxious question–Have you fled to Christ? Beloved, there are some who think they have fled to Christ that have not. And there are some who think they have not fled to Christ that have. There are some of you who think yourselves safe for Heaven, that are nothing but whitewashed sepulchers, like the Pharisees of old. It is a horrible thought that there are some, we fear, who lay their head upon their death pillow as they think, in sure and certain hope of a glorious resurrection, but will in Hell lift up their eyes, being in torment. A dove, you know, can find good shelter for itself in other places beside a dovecot. There may be some little hole in the barn and in there the dove gets and builds its nest and is very happy and comfortable.

Ah, dove, but there is no place that will protect you that is not a dovecot. And there is only one dovecot. You have built a nice snug nest perhaps in some of your trees. You are building your hope in some one of your merits. You are putting your trust in some of your own works. It is all in vain. There is only one dovecot. “Other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ and Him crucified.” There is only one hope for a poor sinner from the justice of Jehovah. And that is in the, “Man of Sorrows and acquainted with grief,” who “gave His back to the smiters and His cheeks to them that plucked off the hair.” Do you know how that dovecot was made for you? Do you know how it is lined for you and how large the door is?

It was made by Jesus, the carpenter’s son. It is lined with the blood of His own heart. And the door is so wide that the biggest sinner can get in–but he who has any righteousness will find that the door is not large enough to let him carry his righteousness with him. Poor soul! Have you a dovecot? And are you living in it? If so, we rejoice with you and glad enough should we be to have you united with our Church. For we love all those who love the Lord Jesus Christ. Yet, lest you should not understand our holy religion one moment shall suffice and you shall go.

Do you not know that the Law which God made on Sinai has been broken by us all and that God, the “jealous God,” will “by no means spare the guilty”? And do you not know, O Sinner, that you must offer something to God to make up a recompense for what you have done? Do you not know that God is so angry with the man who sins that He will damn that man unless there is someone who will be damned for him and suffer the punishment in his place? And do you not know that our religion is a religion of substitution–that Jesus Chris, the Son of God, became man that He might take the punishment we ought to have had? That He bore the wrath we ought to have borne? That He took the guilt we committed, just as the scapegoat of old did and carried it right away into the wilderness of forgetfulness?

So now a sinner who is putting his trust in that Substitution can escape punishment. God’s justice cannot demand payment twice–

“First at my bleeding Surety’s hands,

And then again at mine.”

Precious Jesus! What a Substitute You were for guilt! Sweet Lord Jesus! I kiss Your wounds this day. You Man! You God! You who did wrestle with Jacob! You who did walk with Abraham, the man of God, of Mamre! You who stood in the fiery furnace with Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego! You Son of God, You Son of Man who did appear to Joshua with your sword drawn! I worship You, my Substitute, my Hope! Oh, that others might do so, too–and that the whole of this vast multitude might, with one heart, accept You, by God’s grace, as their Savior! Amen.

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A SOLEMN WARNING FOR ALL CHURCHES

“You have a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments. And they shall walk with Me in white. For they are worthy.”

Revelation 3:4

MY learned and eminently pious predecessor, Dr. Gill, is of opinion that the different Churches spoken of in the Book of Revelation are types of different states through which the Church of God shall pass until it comes into the Philadelphian state, the state of love, in which Jesus Christ shall reign in its midst. And afterwards, as he thinks, the Church shall pass into the state of Laodicea, in which condition it shall be when suddenly the Son of Man shall come to judge the world in righteousness and the people in equity. I do not go along with him in all his suppositions with regard to these seven Churches as following each other in seven periods of time.

But I do think he was correct when he declared that the Church in Sardis was a most fitting emblem of the Church in his days, as also in these. The good old doctor says, “When shall we find any period in which the Church was more like the state of Sardis as described here, than it is now?” And he points out the different particulars in which the Church of his day (and I am sure it is yet more true of the Church at the present day) was exactly like the Church in Sardis. I shall use the Church in Sardis as a figure of what I conceive to be the sad condition of Christendom at the present moment.

My first point will be general defilement–there were but “a few names” in Sardis who had not “defiled their garments.” Secondly, special preservation–there were a few who had not defiled their garments and thirdly, a peculiar reward–“And they shall walk with Me in white. For they are worthy.”

GENERAL DEFILEMENT. The holy Apostle, John, said of the Church in Sardis. “These things says He that has the Seven Spirits of God and the seven stars. I know your works, that you have a name that you live and are dead. Be watchful and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die. For I have not found your works perfect before God. Remember, therefore, how you have received and heard and hold fast and repent. If therefore you shall not watch, I will come on you as a thief and you shall not know what hour I will come upon you. You have a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments.”

The first charge of general defilement He brings against the Church in Sardis was that they had a vast deal of open profession but little of sincere religion. “I know your works, that you have a name that you live and are dead.” That is the crying sin of the present age. I am not inclined to be morbid in my temperament, or to take a melancholy view of the Church of God. I would wish at all times to exhibit a liberality of spirit and to speak as well as I can of the Church at large. But God forbid that any minister should shrink from declaring what he believes to be the truth.

In going up and down this land, I am obliged to come to this conclusion–that throughout the Churches there are multitudes who have “a name to live and are dead.” Religion has become fashionable. The shopkeeper could scarcely succeed in a respectable business if he were not united with a Church. It is reckoned to be reputable and honorable to attend a place of worship and hence men are made religious in shoals. And especially now that Parliament itself does in some measure sanction religion, we may expect that hypocrisy will abound yet more and more and formality everywhere take the place of true religion.

You can scarcely meet with a man who does not call himself a Christian and yet it is equally hard to meet with one who is in the very marrow of his bones thoroughly sanctified to the good work of the kingdom of Heaven. We meet with professors by hundreds. But we must expect still to meet with possessors by units. The whole nation appears to have been Christianized in an hour. But is this real? Is this sincere? Ah, we fear not. How is it that professors can live like other men? How is it that there is so little distinction between the Church and the world? Or, that if there is any difference, you are frequently safer in dealing with an ungodly man than with one who is professedly righteous?

How is it that men who make high professions can live in worldly conformity, indulge in the same pleasures, live in the same style, act from the same motives, deal in the same manner as other people do? Are not these days when the sons of God have made affinity with the sons of men? And may we not fear that something terrible may yet occur unless God shall send a voice which shall say, “Come out of them, My people, lest you be partakers of their plagues”? Take our Churches at large–there is no lack of names, but there is a lack of life. Else, how is it that our Prayer Meetings are so badly attended? Where is the zeal or the energy shown by the Apostles?

Where is the Spirit of the living God? Is He not departed? Might not “Ichabod” be written on the walls of many a sanctuary? They have a name to live, but are dead. They have their societies, their organisms but where is the life of godliness? Where is inward piety? Where is sincere religion? Where is practical godliness? Where is firm, decisive, Puritanical piety? Thank God there are a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments, but charity itself will not allow us to say that the Church generally possesses the Spirit of God.

Then the next charge was that there was a want of zeal throughout the Church of Sardis. He says, “Be watchful.” He looked on the Church and saw the bishops slumbering, the elders slumbering and the people slumbering. They were not, as once they were, watchful for the faith, striving together and earnestly contending for it, not wrestling against the enemy of souls, not laboring to spread their Master’s kingdom. The Apostle saw sleepiness, coldness, lethargy–therefore he said, “Be watchful.” Oh, John, if from your grave you could start up and see the Church as you did at Sardis, having your eye anointed by the Spirit, you would say it is even so now. Ah, we have abundance of cold, calculating Christians, multitudes of professors but where are the zealous ones?

Where are the leaders of the children of God? Where are your heroes who stand in the day of battle? Where are your men who “count not their lives dear unto them,” that they might win Christ and be found in Him? Where are those who have an impassioned love for souls? How many of our pulpits are filled by earnest, enthusiastic preachers? Alas, look, at the Church. She has built herself fine palaces, imitating popery. She has girded herself with vestments. She has gone astray from her simplicity. She has lost the fire and the life which she once had. We go into our chapels now and we see everything in good taste–we hear the organ play.

The psalmody is in keeping with the most correct ear, the gown and the noble vestments are there and everything is grand and goodly and we think that God is honored. Oh for the days when Whitfields would preach on tubs once more, when their pulpits should be on Kennington Common and their roofs the ceiling of God’s sky. Oh for the time when we might preach in barns again, or in catacombs even, if we might but have the life of God that once they had in such places. What is the use of garnishing the shell when you have lost the kernel? Go and whitewash the outside of your father’s tomb but know it is a tomb of whitewash, for the life is gone.

Garnish the outside of your cups and platters. But you have lost the pure Word of God. You have it not now preached to you in simple, earnest, pleading tones. But men enter the ministry for a piece of bread. They flinch to speak the whole Truth, or if they seem to speak it, it is with cold meaningless passionless words, as if it were nothing whether souls were damned or saved, whether Heaven were filled or Heaven depopulated, or whether Christ should see of the travail of His soul and be satisfied. Do I speak fierce things? I can say as Irving once did, I might deserve to be broken on the wheel if I did not believe what I say to be the truth.

For the utterance of such things I might deserve the stake. But God is my witness, I have endeavored to judge and to speak impartially. With all that universal cant of charity now so prevalent I am at arm’s length, I care not for it. Let us speak of things as we find them. We do believe that the Church has lost her zeal and her energy. But what do men say of us? “Oh, you are too excited.” Good God! Excited? When men are being damned? Excited? When we have the mission of Heaven to preach to dying souls? Excited? Preaching too much when souls are lost? Why should it come to pass that one man should be perpetually laboring all the week, while others are lolling upon their couches and preach only upon the Sabbath-Day?

Can I bear to see the laziness, the slothfulness, the indifference of ministers and of Churches without speaking? No! There must be a protest entered and we enter it now. Oh, Church of God, you have a name to live and are dead! You are not watchful. Awake! Awake! Arise from the dead and Christ shall give you light.

The third charge which John brought against Sardis was that they did not “look to things that remained and were ready to die.” I take it that this may relate to the poor feeble saints, the true children of God, who were sorrowing, mourning and groaning in their midst. They were so oppressed with sorrow on account of the state of Sardis that they were “ready to die.” And what does the Church do now? Do the shepherds go after those that are wounded and sick and those that are weary? Do they carry the lambs in their bosom and gently lead those that are with young? Do they see to poor distressed consciences and speak to those who feel their deadness in trespasses and sins?

Yes, but how do they speak? They tell them to do things they cannot do–to perform impossible duties–instead of “strengthening the things that remain and are ready to die.” In how much contempt are the truly newborn children of God held in these times! They are called peculiar men, taunted as Antinomians, hissed at as being oddities, high doctrine men who have departed from the usual mode of pulling down God’s Word to men’s fancies. They are called bigots, narrow-minded souls and their creed is set down as dry, hard, rough, severe Calvinism.

God’s Gospel called hard, rough and severe? The things for which our fathers died are now called infamous things! Mark whether, if you stand out prominently in the Truth, you will not be abhorred and taunted. If you go into a village and hear of poor people who are said to be doing a deal of mischief, are they not the people who understand most of the Gospel? Go and ask the minister who are the persons that he most dislikes and he will say, “We have a nasty lot of Antinomians here.” What does he mean by that? Men who love the Truth, the whole Truth and nothing but the Truth–and will have it–and are therefore called a nasty set of Antinomians.

Ah, we have lost what once we had. We do not now “strengthen the things that remain and are ready to die.” They are not looked after as they ought to be. They are not beloved, not fostered. The salt of the earth are now the offscouring of all things. Men whom God has loved and who have attained a high standing in godliness–these are the men who will not bow the knee to Baal and who, therefore, are cast into “the fiery furnace of persecution and slander.” O Sardis! Sardis! I see you now. You have defiled your garments. Thank God there are a few who have not followed the multitude to do evil and who shall “walk in white for they are worthy.”

Another charge which God has brought against the Church is that they were careless about the things that they heard. He says, “Remember, therefore, how you have received and heard and hold fast. And repent.” If I am wrong upon other points, I am positive that the sin of this age is impurity of doctrine and laxity of faith. Now you know you are told every Sunday that it does not matter what you believe–that all sects and denominations will be saved–that doctrines are unimportant things. You are told that as to the doctrines of God’s grace, they are rather dangerous than otherwise and the less you inquire about them the better. They are very good things for the priests but you common people cannot understand them.

Thus they keep back a portion of the Gospel with cautious reserve. But having studied in the devil’s new Jesuitical college they understand how to call themselves Particular Baptists and then preach general doctrines, to call themselves Calvinists. And they preach Arminianism telling the people that it does not matter whether they preach damnable heresies of the Truth of God. And what do the congregations say? “Well, he is a wise man and ought to know.” So you are going back into as bad a priestcraft as ever. Presbyter has become PRIEST written large and minister has become PRIEST in many a place because persons do not search for themselves and endeavor to get hold of the Truth of God.

It is everywhere proclaimed that we are all right. That though one says God loved His people from before the foundation of the world and the other that He did not–though one says that God is changeable and turns away from His people and the other that He will hold them fast to the end–though the one says that the blood of Christ avails for all for whom it was shed and the other that it is inefficacious for a large number of those for whom He died. Though one says that the works of the Law are in some measure necessary, or at any rate that we must endeavor to improve what we have and then we shall get more–and the other says, that “by grace we are saved through faith and that not of ourselves, it is the gift of God”–yet both are right.

A new age this, when falsehood and truth can kiss each other! New times these when fire and water can become friendly! Glorious times these when there is an alliance between Hell and Heaven! Falsehood and error are linked hand in hand–“we are all Brethren,” is the cry now, though God knows, we are of vastly different families. Ah, now who cares for truth except a few narrow-minded bigots as they are called. Election–horrible! Predestination–awful! Final perseverance–desperate! Yet, turn to the pages of the Puritans and you will see that these truths were preached every day. Turn to the Fathers. Read Augustine and you will see that these were the Truths for which he would have bled and died.