A BLAST OF THE TRUMPET AGAINST FALSE PEACE

“Peace, peace, when there is no peace.” Jeremiah 6:14. MINISTERS are fearfully guilty if they intentionally build up men in a false peace. I cannot imagine any man more greatly guilty of blood than he who plays jackal to the lion of hell by pandering to the depraved tastes of vain, rebellious man. The physician who would pamper a man in his disease—who would feed his cancer, or inject continual poison into the system—while at the same time he promised sound health and long life—such a physician would not be one half as hideous a monster of cruelty as the professed minister of Christ who should bid his people take comfort, when, instead thereof, he ought to be crying, “Woe unto them who are at ease in Zion—be troubled, you careless ones.” The work of the ministry is no child’s play. It is a labor which might fill an angel’s hands—did fill the Savior’s heart! Much prayer we need that we may be kept honest and much divine grace that we may not mislead the souls whom we are bound to guide. The pilot who would pretend to steer a ship toward its proper haven, but who would meanwhile occupy himself below with boring holes in her keel that she might sink, would not be a worse traitor than the man who takes the helm of a church—professes to be steering it towards Christ—while all the while ruining it by diluting the chapel of God as it is in Jesus, concealing unpalatable truths of God and lulling men into security with soft and flattering words! We might sooner pardon the assassin who stretches forth his hand under the guise of friendship, and, then, stabs us to the heart, than we could forgive the man who comes towards us with smooth words, telling us that he is God’s ambassador, but all the while foments rebellion in ours hearts and pacifies us while we are living in revolt against the majesty of heaven! In the great day, when Jehovah shall launch His thunderbolts, I think He will reserve one more dread and terrible than the rest, for some arch-traitor to the cross of Christ, who has not only destroyed himself, but led others into hell. The motive with these false prophets is an abominable one! Jeremiah tells us it was an evil covetousness. They preached smooth things because the people would have it so; because they thus brought grist to their own mill and glory to their own names. Their design was abominable, and, without doubt, their end shall be desperate—cast away with the refuse of mankind! These who professed to be the precious sons of God, comparable to fine gold, shall be esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter. But, my dear Hearers, it is a lamentable fact that without any hireling shepherd to cry, “Peace, peace, when there is no peace,” men will cry that for themselves! They need not the siren song to entice them to the rocks of presumption and rash confidence; there is a tendency in their own hearts to put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter—to think well of their evil estate and foster themselves in proud conceit. No man is ever too severe with himself! We hold the scales of justice with a very unsteady hand when our character is in the balance. We are too ready to say, “I am rich and increased in goods,” when, at the same time, we are naked and poor and miserable! Let men alone, let no deluder seek to deceive them— hush forever every false and tempting voice—they will, themselves, impelled by their own pride, run to an evil conceit, and make themselves at ease, though God Himself is in arms against them! My solemn business this morning shall be, and O may God help me in it, to drag forth to the light of God some of you who have been pacifying your own consciences and have been crying, “Peace, peace, when there is no peace.” 2 2 It is no uncommon thing with me to meet with people who say, “Well, I am happy enough. My conscience never troubles me. I believe if I were to die I would go to heaven as well as anybody else.” I know that those men are living in the commission of glaring acts of sin and I am sure they could not prove their innocence even before the bar of man; yet will these men look you in the face and tell you that they are not at all disturbed at the prospect of dying.

They laugh at death as though it were but a scene in a comedy and joke at the grave as if they could leap in and out of it at their pleasure! Well, I will take you at your word, though I don’t believe you! I will suppose you have this peace and I will endeavor to account for it on certain grounds which may render it somewhat more difficult for you to remain in it. I do pray that God the Holy Spirit may destroy these foundations and pull up these bulwarks of yours and make you feel uneasy in your consciences and troubled in your minds; for unease is the road to ease and disquiet in the soul is the road to the true quiet. To be tormented on account of sin is the path to peace—and happy shall I be if I can hurl a fire-brand into your hearts this morning—or, like Samson, to turn at least some little foxes loose into the standing corn of your self-conceit and set your heart in a blaze! I. The first person I shall have to deal with this morning is the man who has peace because he spends his life in a ceaseless round of gaiety and frivolity. You have scarcely come from one place of amusement before you enter another. You are always planning some excursion, and dividing the day between one entertainment and another. You know that you are never happy except when you are in what you call, “gay society,” where the frivolous conversation will prevent you from hearing the voice of your conscience! In the morning, you will be asleep while God’s sun is shining, but at night, you will be spending precious time in some place of foolish, if not lascivious, mirth. Like Saul, the deserted king, you have an unquiet spirit and, therefore, you call for music and it has its charms, doubtless—charms not only to soothe the stubborn breast, but to still a stubborn conscience! But while its notes are carrying you upwards towards heaven, in some grand composition of a master author, I beseech you never to forget that your sins are carrying you down to hell! If the harp should fail you, then, you call for Nabal’s feast. There shall be a sheep shearing and you shall be drunk with wine, until your soul becomes as hard as a stone! And then you wonder that you have peace? What wonder! Surely any man would have peace when his heart has become as hard as a stone! What weathers shall it feel? What tempests shall move the stubborn heart of granite rock? You sear your consciences and then marvel that you feel not! Perhaps, too, when both wine and the viol fail you, you will call for the dance and the daughter of Herodias shall please Herod, even though John the Baptist’s head should pay its deadly price! Well, well, if you go from one of these scenes to another, I am at no loss to solve the riddle that there should be with you, “Peace, peace, when there is no peace.” And now, sit for your portraits and I will paint you to the life. A company of idolaters are gathered together around a hideous image. There sits the blood-delighting Moloch; he is heated hot. The fire blazes in his brazen center and a child is about to be put into his arms to be burnt to ashes. The mother and father are present when the offspring of their own loins is to be sacrificed! The little one shrieks with terror; its little body begins to consume in this desperate heat! Will not the parents hear the cry of their own flesh and listen to the wailings of the fruit of their own hearts? Ah, no, the priests of Moloch will prevent the appeal of nature! Sounding their drums and blowing their trumpets with all their might, they drown the cries of this poor sacrificed victim! It is what you are doing! Your soul is the victim to Satan! It is being destroyed right now; and if you would but listen to its cries—if you would give yourself a little quiet—you might hear your poor soul shrieking, “Oh, do not destroy me! Put not away from me the hope of mercy—damn me not—send me not down to hell!” These are shrieks that might penetrate your spirit and startle you into wisdom; but no, you beat your drums and sound your trumpets and you have your dance and your merriment, so that the noise of your poor soul may be hushed. Ah, sirs! There will be a day when you will have to hear your spirit speak; when your cups are empty and not a drop of water can be given to your burning tongue—when your music has ceased and the doleful “Miserere” of wailing souls shall be your Black Sanctus—when you shall be launched forever into a place where merriment and mirth are strangers—then, you will hear the cries of your soul, but hear too late! Then shall each voice be as a dagger sticking in your souls. When your conscience shall hear, “Remember, you had your day of mercy; you had your day of the proclamation of the gospel, but you did reject it.” Then you 3 3 will wish, but wish in vain, for thunders to come and drown that still small voice, which shall be more terrible in the ears than even the rumbling of the earthquake or the fury of the storm! Oh, that you would be wise and not fritter away your souls for gaiety!

Poor sirs, poor sirs! There are nobler things for souls to do than to kill time—an immortal soul spending all its powers on these frivolities. Well might Young say of it, it resembles oceans into tempests tossed, to waft a feather or to drown a fly. These things are beneath you! They do no honor to you. Oh, that you would begin to live! What a price you are paying for your mirth—eternal torment for an hour of jollity—separation from God for a brief day or two of sin! Be wise, I beseech you! Open your eyes and look about you! Be not forever madmen. Dance not forever on this precipice, but stop and think. O Spirit of the loving God! Stop the frivolous and dart a burning thought into his soul that will not let him rest until he has tasted the solid joy, the lasting pleasure, which none but Zion’s children know! II. Well, now I turn to another class of people. Finding that amusement, at last, has lost all its zest; having drained the cup of worldly pleasure till they find, first, satisfaction, and, then, disgust lying at the bottom, they need some stronger stimulus. And Satan, who has drugged them once, has stronger opiates than mere merriment for the man who chooses to use them. If the frivolity of this world will not suffice to rock a soul to sleep, he has a yet more hellish cradle for the soul! He will take you up to his own breast and bid you suck from there his own devilish and satanic nature that you may, then, be still and calm. I mean that he will lead you to imbibe infidel notions and when this is fully accomplished, you can have, “Peace, peace, when there is no peace.” When I hear a man saying, “Well, I am peaceful enough, because I am not fool enough to believe in the existence of a God, or in a world to come! I cannot imagine that this old story book of yours—this Bible—is true!” I feel two thoughts within my soul—first, a disgust of the man for his dishonesty—and, secondly, a pity for the sad disquietude that needs such dishonesty to cover it. Do not suspect the man of being honest! There are two sorts of infidels; one sort are such fools that they know they never could distinguish themselves by anything that was right—so they try and get a little fictitious glory by pretending to believe and defend a lie. There are another set of men who are unquiet in their consciences. They do not like the Bible because it does not like them. It will not let them be comfortable in their sins; it is such an uneasy book to them. They did put their heads upon it once, but it was like a pillow stuffed with thorns, so they have one with it and they would be very glad if they could actually prove it to be untrue, which they know they cannot. I say, then, I at once despise his falsehood and pity the uneasiness of his conscience that could drive him to such a paltry shift as this to cover his terrors from the eyes of others! The more the man brags, the more I feel he does not mean it. The louder he is in his blasphemies, the more he curses. The better he argues, the more sure I am that he is not sincere, except in his desire to stifle the groans of his uneasy spirit! Ah, you remind me with your fine arguments, of the Chinese soldiers. When they go out to battle, they carry on their arm a shield with hideous monsters depicted upon it, and making the loudest noise they can, they imagine their opponents will run away instantly, alarmed by these amazing pictures! And so you arm yourself with blasphemies and come out to attack God’s ministers and think we will run away because of your deceptions! No, we smile upon them contemptuously! Once, we are told, the Chinese hung across their harbor, when the English were coming to attack them, a string of tigers’ heads. They said—“These barbarians will never dare to pass these ferocious heads.” So do these men hang a string of old, worn-out blasphemies and impieties, and, then, they imagine that conscience will not be able to attack them, and that God Himself will let them live at peace! Ah sir, you shall find the red-hot bullets of divine justice too many and too terrible for your tricks! When you shall fall under the arm of the Eternal God, vain will be your logic then; dashed to shivers, you will believe in the omnipotence when you are made to feel it. You will know His justice when it is too late to escape from its terror! Oh, be wise; cast away these daydreams! Cease to shut your soul out of heaven! Be wise, turn unto God whom you have abused, for “All manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto man.” He is ready to forgive you, ready to receive you and Christ is ready to wash your blasphemy away! Now, today, if grace enables you, you may be an accepted child of that God whom you have hated; and pressed to the bosom of that Jehovah whose very existence you have dared to deny! God bless these words to you—if they have seemed hard, they were only meant to come home to your conscience. An affectionate heart has led me to utter them. Oh, do not do this evil thing; suck not in these infidel notions; destroy not your 4 4 soul for the sake of seeming to be wise! Stop not the voice of your conscience by those arguments which you know in your inmost soul are not true—which you only repeat in order to keep up a semblance of consistency. III. I shall come now to a third class of men. These are people not particularly addicted to gaiety, nor especially given to infidel notions; but they are sorts of folk who are careless and determined to let well enough alone. Their motto is, “Let tomorrow take care of the things of itself. Let us live while we live. Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die.” If their conscience cries out at all, they bid it lie still. When the minister disturbs them, instead of listening to what he says, and so being brought into a state of real peace, they cry, “Hush! Be quiet! There is time enough yet. I will not disturb myself with these childish fears—be still, sir, and lie down.” Ah, and you have been doing this for years, have you? Whenever you have heard an earnest, powerful sermon, you have gone home and labored to get rid of it; a tear has stolen down your cheek, now and then, and you have despised yourself for it. “Oh,” you say, “it is not manly for me to think of these things!” There have been a few twitches at times which you could not help, but the moment after, you have your heart like a flint, impenetrably hard and stony. Well sir, I will give you a picture of yourself. There is a foolish farmer yonder in his house; it is the dead of night—the burglars are breaking in—men who will neither spare his life nor his treasure. There is a dog down below chained in the yard, it barks and barks and howls again. “I cannot be quiet,” says the farmer, “my dog makes too much noise.” Another howl and yet another yell! He creeps out of bed, gets his loaded gun, opens the window, fires it and kills the dog. “Ah, it is all right now,” he mutters. He goes to bed, lies down and quietly rests.

“No hurt will now come,” he says, “for I have made that dog quiet.” Ah, but would that he could have listened to the warning of the faithful creature! Before long he shall feel the knife and rue his fatal folly. So you, when God is warning you—when your faithful conscience is doing its best to save you—you try to kill your only friend, while Satan and Sin are stealing up to the bedside of your slothfulness and are ready to destroy your soul forever and ever! What should we think of the sailor at sea who should seek to kill all the stormy sea birds, that there might be an end to all storms? Would you not say, “Poor foolish man! Why those birds are sent by a kind providence to warn him of the tempest! Why needs he injure them? They cause not the tumult; it is the raging sea!” So it is not your conscience that is guilty of the disturbance in your heart—it is your sin—and your conscience, acting true to its character, as God’s index in your soul, tells you that all is wrong. Would that you would arise and take the warning and fly to Jesus while the hour of mercy lasts! To use another picture: A man sees his enemy before him; by the light of his candle he marks his insidious approach. His enemy looks fierce and black upon him and is seeking his life. The man puts out the candle and then exclaims, “I am now quite at peace.” This is what you do! Conscience is the candle of the Lord; it shows you your enemy. You try to put it out by saying, “Peace, peace.” Put the enemy out, sir! Put the enemy out! God give you grace to thrust sin out! Oh, may the Holy Spirit enable you to thrust your lusts out of doors! Then, let the candle burn, and the more brightly its light shall shine the better for your soul, now and hereafter. Oh, up you sleepers, you gaggers of conscience; what is wrong with you? Why are you sleeping when death is hastening on; when eternity is near; when the Great White throne is even now coming on the clouds of heaven; when the trumpet of the resurrection is now being set to the mouth of the archangel—why do you sleep? Why will you slumber? Oh that the voice of Jehovah might speak and make you wake; that you may escape from the wrath to come! IV. A fourth set of men have a kind of peace that is the result of resolutions which they have made, but which they will never carry into effect. “Oh,” says one, “I am quite easy enough in my mind, for when I have got a little more money I shall retire from business, and, then, I shall begin to think about eternal things.” Ah, but I would remind you that when you were an apprentice, you said you would reform when you became a journeyman! And when you were a journeyman, you used to say you would give good heed when you became a master! But up to now, these bills have never been paid when they became due. They have, every one of them, been dishonored as yet and take my word for it, this new accommodation bill will be dishonored, too! So, you think to stifle conscience by what you will do, byand- by; ah, but will that by-and-by ever come? And should it come, what reason is there to expect that you will then be any more ready than you are now? Hearts grow harder, sin grows stronger, and vice becomes more deeply rooted by the lapse of years! You will find it certainly no easier to turn to God 5 5 then, than now. Now it is impossible for you, apart from divine grace. Then, it shall be quite as impossible and if I might say so, there shall be more difficulties in the way, then, than even there are now! What do you think is the value of these promises which you have made in the court of heaven? Will God take your word again and again and again, when you have broken it just as often as you have given it? Not long ago, you were lying on your bed with fever and if you lived, you vowed you would repent. Have you repented? And yet, you are fool enough to believe that you will repent, by-and-by, and on the strength of this promise, which is not worth a single straw, you are crying to yourself, “Peace, peace when there is no peace.” A man who waits for a more convenient season, for thinking about the affairs of his soul, is like the countryman in Aesop’s fable. He sat down by a flowing river, saying, “If this stream continues to flow as it does now, for a little while, it will empty itself and then I shall walk over dry shod.” Ah, but the stream was just as deep when he had waited day after day as it was before! And so shall it be with you. You remind me, by your procrastination, of the ludicrous position of a man who would sit upon a lofty branch of some tree with a saw in his hand, cutting away the branch on which he was sitting—this is what you are doing—your delay is cutting away your branch of life!

No doubt you intend to cover the well when the child is drowned and to lock the stable door after the horse is stolen. These birds in the hand you are losing, because there may be some better hour, some better bird in the bush. You are thus getting a little quiet, but oh, at what a fatal cost! Paul was troublesome to you and so you played the part of Felix and said, “Go your way for this time; when I have a more convenient season, I will send for you.” Conscience was unquiet, so you stopped his mouth with this sop for Cerberus; and you have gone to your bed with this lie under your pillow, with this falsehood in your right hand— that you will be better, by-and-by. Ah, sir, let me tell you once and for all—you live to grow worse and worse! While you are procrastinating, time is not staying, nor is Satan resting. While you are saying, “Let things abide,” things are not abiding, but they are hastening on! You are ripening for the dread harvest; the sickle is being sharpened that shall cut you down, and the fire is even now blazing into which your spirit shall be cast forever! V. Now, I turn to another class of men, in order that I may miss none here who are saying, “Peace, peace, when there is no peace.” I do not doubt but that many of the people of London enjoy peace in their hearts because they are ignorant of the things of God. It would positively alarm many of our sober orthodox Christians if they could once have an idea of the utter ignorance of spiritual things that reigns throughout this land! Some of us, when moving about here and there, in all classes of society, have often been led to remark that there is less known of the truths of religion than of any science, however mysterious that science may be. Take as a lamentable instance, the ordinary outpourings of the secular press and who can avoid remarking the ignorance they manifest as to true religion? Let the papers speak on politics, it is a matter they understand and their ability is astonishing; but once let them touch religion and our Sunday school children could convict them of absolute ignorance! The statements they put forth are so crude, so remote from the fact, that we are led to imagine that the presentation of a four-penny testament to special correspondents should be one of the first efforts of our societies for spreading the gospel among the heathen! As to theology, some of our great writers seem to be as little versed in it as a horse or a cow! Go among all ranks and classes of men, and since the day we gave up our catechism, and old Dr. Watts and the Assemblies ceased to be used, people have not a clear idea of what is meant by the gospel of Christ! I have frequently heard it asserted, by those who have judged the modern pulpit without severity, that if a man attended a course of 13 lectures on geology, he would get a pretty clear idea of the system. But you must hear not merely thirteen sermons, but 1,300 sermons and you would not have a clear idea of the system of Divinity that was meant to be taught! I believe that to a large extent that has been true. But a great change which has passed over the pulpit within the last two years and is a cause of the greatest thankfulness to God, and we believe will be a blessing to the church and to the world at large, is that ministers preach more boldly than they did. There is more evangelical doctrine, I believe, preached in London, on any one Sunday, than there was in a month before! But still, there is in many quarters, a profound ignorance as to the things of Christ. Our old Puritans—what masters they were in divinity! They knew the difference between the old covenant and the new; they did not mingle works and grace together; they penetrated into the recesses of gospel truth; they were always studying the Scriptures and meditating on them, both by day and night, and they shed a light upon the villages in 6 6 which they preached, until you might have found in those days as profound theologians working upon stone heaps, as you can find in colleges and universities now-a-days! How few discern the spirituality of the law, the glory of the atonement, the perfection of justification, the beauty of sanctification and the preciousness of real union to Christ!

I do not marvel that we have a multitude of men who are mere professors and mere formalists, who are, nevertheless, quite as comfortable in their minds as though they were possessors of vital godliness and really walked in the true fear of God! There was not—I speak of things that were—there was not in the pulpit a little while ago, a discernment between things that differ; there was not a separating between the precious and the vile. The grand cardinal points of the gospel, if not denied, were ignored! We began to think that the thinkers would overwhelm the believers, that intellectuality and philosophy would overthrow the simplicity of the gospel of Christ. It is not so now! I do, therefore, hope, that as the gospel shall be more fully preached; that as the words of Jesus shall be better understood; that as the things of the kingdom of heaven shall be set in a clearer light, this stronghold of a false peace—namely, ignorance of gospel doctrines—shall be battered to its foundations and the foundation stones themselves dug up and cast away forever! If you have a peace that is grounded on ignorance, get rid of it! Ignorance is a thing, remember, that you are accountable for; you are not accountable for the exercise of your judgment to man, but you are accountable for it to God! There is no such thing as toleration of your sentiments with Jehovah. I have no right to judge you; I am your fellow creature. No state has any right to dictate what religion I will believe; but nevertheless, there is a true gospel and there are thousands of false ones! God has given you judgment— use it! Search the Scriptures and, remember, that if you neglect the Word of God and remain ignorant, your sins of ignorance will be sins of willful ignorance, and, therefore, ignorance shall be no excuse! There is the Bible; you have it in your houses. You can read it. God the Holy Spirit will instruct you in its meaning; but if you remain ignorant, charge it no more on the minister—charge it on no one but yourself and make it no cloak for your sin. VI. I now pass to another and more dangerous form of this false peace. I probably have missed some of you. I shall come closer home to you now. Alas, alas, let us weep and weep again, for there is a plague among us! There are members of our churches who are saying, “Peace, peace, when there is no peace.” It is the part of candor to admit that, with all the exercise of judgment and the most rigorous discipline, we cannot keep our churches free from hypocrisy. I have had to hear, to the very breaking of my heart, stories of men and women who have believed the doctrines of election and other truths of the gospel and have made them a sort of cover for the most frightful iniquity! I could, without uncharitableness, point to churches that are hotbeds of hypocrisy, because men are taught that it is the belief of a certain set of sentiments that will save them and not warned that this is all in vain without a real living faith in Christ. The preacher does as good as say, if not in so many words—“If you are orthodox; if you believe what I tell you, you are saved. If you for a moment turn aside from that line which I have chalked out for you, I cannot be accountable for you. But if you will give me your whole heart and believe precisely what I say, whether it is Scripture or not, then you are saved!” And we know persons of that cast who can have their shop open on a Sunday and then go to enjoy what they call a savory sermon in the evening! There are men who mix up with drunkards and yet say they are God’s elect; men who live as others live and yet they come before you and with brazen impudence tell you that they are redeemed by the blood of Christ! It is true they have had a deep experience, as they say—God save us from such a muddy experience as that! They have had, they say, a great manifestation of the depravity of their hearts, but still they are the precious children of God. Precious, indeed! Dear at any price that any man should give for them. If they are precious to anybody, I am sure I wish they were taken to their own place, for they are not precious to anyone here below and they are not of the slightest use to either religion or morality! Oh, I do not know of a more thoroughly damnable delusion than for a man to get a conceit into his head that he is a child of God and yet live in sin—to talk to you about grace, while he is living in sovereign lust—to stand up and make himself the arbiter of what is the truth of God, while he himself despises the precepts of God and tramples the commandments under foot! Hard was Paul on such men in his time! When he said their damnation is just—he spoke a most righteous sentence! Surely, the devil gloats over men of this kind! I am a Calvinist, but John Calvin never taught immoral doctrine! A more consistent expositor of Scripture than that great reformer I believe never lived, but his doctrine is not the Hyper 7 7 Calvinism of these modern times—it is as diametrically opposed to it as light to darkness! There is not a word in any of his writings that would justify any man in going on in iniquity that grace might abound! If you do not hate sin, it is all the same what doctrine you may believe. You may go to hell as rapidly with High-Calvinistic doctrine as with any other. You are just as surely destroyed in an orthodox as in a heterodox church unless your life manifests that you have been “begotten again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.” VII. I have but one other class of persons to describe, and, then, I shall have done, when I have addressed a few solemn sentences of warning to you all. There remains yet another class of beings who surpass all these in their utter indifference to everything that might arouse them! They are men that are given up by God, justly given up. They have passed the boundary of His long-suffering. He has said, “My spirit shall no more strive with them.” “Ephraim is given unto idols, let him alone.” As a judicial punishment for their impenitence, God has given them up to pride and hardness of heart. I will not say that there is such a one here—God grant there may not be such a person—but there have been such to whom there has been given a strong delusion, that they might believe a lie, that they might be damned because they received not the gospel of Christ. Brought up by a holy mother, they perhaps learned the gospel when they were almost in the cradle. Trained by the example of a holy father, they went aside to wantonness and brought a mother’s gray hairs with sorrow to the grave. Nevertheless, conscience still pursued them. At the funeral of that mother, the young man paused and asked himself the question, “Have I killed her? Have I brought her here?” He went home—was sober for a day, was tempted by a companion and became as bad as ever! Another warning came. He was seized with sickness; he lay in the jaws of the grave. He woke up—he lived and lived as vilely as he had lived before! Often did he hear his mother’s voice—though she was in the grave, she being dead yet spoke to him. He put the Bible on the top shelf—hid it away.

Still, sometimes a Text he had learned in infancy used to thrust itself in on his mind. One night, as he was going to some haunt of vice, something arrested him; conscience seemed to say to him, “Remember all that you have learned of her.” He stood still, bit his lip a moment, considered, weighed chances; at last he said, “I will go if I am lost.” He went and from that moment it has often been a source of wonder to him that he has never thought of his mother nor of the Bible! He hears a sermon, which he does not heed; it is all the same to him; He is never troubled. He says, “I don’t know how it is. I am glad of it. I am as easy, now, and as frolicsome as ever a young fellow could be.” Oh, I tremble to explain this quietude. But it may be—God grant I may not be a true prophet—it may be that God has thrown the reins on your neck and said, “Let him go, let him go; I will warn him no more. He shall be filled with his own ways; he shall go the length of his chain. I will never stop him.” Mark—if it is so, your damnation is as sure as if you were in the pit of hell right now! O may God grant that I may not have such a hearer here! But that dread thought may well make you search yourselves, for it may be so. There is that possibility. Search and look and God grant that you may no more say, “Peace, peace, when there is no peace.” Now for these last few solemn words. I will not be guilty this morning of speaking any smooth falsehoods to you. I would be faithful with each man—as I believe I shall have to face you all at God’s great day—even though you heard me but once in your lives. Well, then, let me tell you that if you have a peace today which enables you to be at peace with your sins as well as with God, that peace is a false peace! Unless you hate sin of every sort, with all your heart, you are not a child of God, you are not reconciled to God by the death of His Son. You will not be perfect. I cannot expect you will live without sin, but if you are a Christian, you will hate the very sin into which you have been betrayed and hate yourself because you have grieved your Savior thus. But if you love sin, the love of the Father is not in you; be you, who you may, or what you may—minister, deacon, elder, professor, or non-professor—the love of sin is utterly inconsistent with the love of Christ! Take that home and remember it. Another solemn thought: If you are at peace today through a belief that you are righteous in yourself, you are not at peace with God. If you are wrapping yourself up in your own righteousness and saying, “I am as good as other people. I have kept God’s law and have no need for mercy,” you are not at peace with God! You are treasuring up in your impenitent heart, wrath against the day of wrath; and you will as surely be lost if you trust to your good works, as if you had trusted to your sins. There is a clean path to hell as well as a dirty one. There is as sure a road to the pit of hell along the highway of morality, as 8 8 down the slough of vice! Take heed that you build on nothing else but Christ, for if you do, your house will tumble about your ears, when you most need its protection. And, yet again, my hearers, if you are out of Christ, however profound may be your peace, it is a false one, for out of Christ there is no true peace to the conscience and no reconciliation to God. Ask yourself this question, “Do I believe on the Lord Jesus Christ with all my heart? Is He my only trust; the simple, solitary rock of my refuge?” If not, as the Lord my God lives, before whom I stand, you are in the gall of bitterness and in the bonds of iniquity! And dying as you are, out of Christ, you will be shut out of heaven—where God and bliss are found, and your soul can never come. And now, finally, let me beseech you, if you are at peace in your own mind this morning, weigh your peace thus—“Will my peace stand me on a sick bed?” There are many who are peaceful enough when they are well, but when their bones begin to ache and their flesh is sorely vexed, then, they find they need something more substantial than this dreamy quietness into which their souls had fallen! If a little sickness makes you shake, if the thought that your heart is affected, or that you may drop down dead in a fit all of a sudden—if that startles you, then put that question of Jeremy to yourself—“If you have run with the footmen and they have wearied you, what will you do when you contend with horses? And if in the land of peace wherein you had trusted, they have wearied you, what will you do in the swellings of Jordan? If sickness makes you shake, what will destruction make you do?” Then again, put the question in another light. If your peace is good for anything, it is one that will bear you up in a dying hour. Are you ready to go home to your bed now—to lie there and never rise again? Remember, that which will not stand a dying bed will never stand the Day of Judgment. If my hope begins to quiver, even when the skeleton hand of Death begins to touch me, how will it shake, “When God’s right arm is nerved for war and thunders clothe His cloudy chariot”? If death makes me startle, what will the glory of God do? How shall I shrink into nothing and fly away from Him in despair! Then, often put to yourself this question, “Will my peace last me when the heavens are in a blaze, and when the trembling universe stands to be judged?” Oh, my dear hearers, I know I have spoken feebly to you this morning; not as I could have wished— but I do entreat you—if what I have said is not an idle dream, if it is not a mere myth of my imagination— if it is true—lay it to heart and may God enable you to prepare to meet Him! Do not be wrapping yourselves up and slumbering and sleeping. Awake, you sleepers, awake! Oh, that I had a trumpet voice to warn you! Oh, while you are dying, while you are sinking into hell, may I not cry to you; may not these eyes weep for you? I cannot be extravagant here; I am acquitted of being enthusiastic or fanatical on such a matter as this. Take heart, I beseech you, the realities of eternity! Do not forever waste your time. “Oh, turn you, turn you! Why will you die, O house of Israel?” Listen, now, to the words of the gospel, which are sent to you. “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and you shall be saved.” For, “He who believes and is baptized shall be saved,” while the solemn sentence remains, “He who believes not shall be damned.”  

Charles Spurgeon

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