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Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 146

TO REV. WILLIAM CUFF

WESTWOOD, March 7, 1891

DEAR MR. CUFF,—

May our Lord sanctify to you all these fiery trials. He must have some grand purpose of love to answer by them all.

I wish I could do more work than each day brings with it, but I cannot. There are no more hours in the day when I get through my work, and if there were you should have a sermon.

If you can get the rest I will hunt up £50 to help you, instead of any public service. You have enough to think of without financial cares; and I hope many will come to the rescue and get you out of these troubles.

Yours ever heartily,

C. H. SPURGEON.

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Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 145

November 30, 2017 Leave a comment

TO REV. WILLIAM CUFF

WESTWOOD, July 17, 1890.

DEAR MR. CUFF,—

It would be sheer insanity if I were to promise any more preaching or speaking till I have fulfilled all engagements already made, and have gained strength. I make no pretense of illness, and it is a serious matter when I piteously appeal to friends not to ask me and yet they will.

I may add that if I were quite well I should ask you to let me preach at some other time. Openings are in themselves occasions. I prefer to come in as an extra when the occasion has been used. It gives the cause two lifts instead of one. It also enables me to help a brother without being associated with persons from whom I greatly differ, but who are acceptable to the brother himself.

Please leave the matter till I feel in more strength, for I am most willing to aid you and would do exactly as you wish if I could.

Yours very truly,

C. H. SPURGEON.

Happy Thanksgiving-2017

November 23, 2017 4 comments

Happy Thanksgiving from Reformedontheweb!

We may forget the harvest, living as we do, so far from rural labors, but those who have to watch the corn as it springs up, and track it through all its numberless dangers, until the blade becomes the full corn in the ear, cannot, surely, forget the wonderful goodness and mercy of God when they see the harvest safely stored. My brethren, if we require any considerations to excite us to gratitude, let us think for a moment of the effect upon our country of a total failure of the crops. Suppose to-day it were reported that as yet the corn was not carried, that the continued showers had made it sprout and grow till there was no hope of its being of any further use, and that it might as well be left in the fields. What dismay would that message carry into every cottage! Who among us could contemplate the future without dismay? All faces would gather blackness. All classes would sorrow, and even the throne itself might fitly be covered with sackcloth at the news. At this day the kingdom of Egypt sits trembling. The rejoicing and abounding land trembles for her sons. The Nile has swollen beyond its proper limit, the waters continue still to rise, and a few more days must see the fields covered with devastating floods. If it be so, alas for that land, in other years so favored as to have given us the proverb of “Corn in Egypt.” My brethren, should we not rejoice that this is not our case, and that our happy land rejoices in plenty? If the plant had utterly failed, and the seed had rotted under the clods, we should have been quick enough to murmur; how is it that we are so slow to praise? Take a lower view of the matter, suppose even a partial scarcity; at this juncture, when one arm of our industry is paralysed, how serious would have been this calamity! With a staple commodity withdrawn from us, with the daily peril of war at our gates, it would have been a fearful trial to have suffered scarcity of bread. Shall we not bless and praise our covenant God who permits not the appointed weeks of harvest to fail? Sing together all ye to whom bread is the staff of life, and rejoice before him who loadeth you with benefits. We have none of us any adequate idea of the amount of happiness conferred upon a nation by a luxuriant crop. Every man in the land is the richer for it. To the poor man the difference is of the utmost importance. His three shillings are now worth four; there is more bread for the children, or more money for clothes. Millions are benefitted by God’s once opening his liberal hand. When the Hebrews went through the desert, there were but some two or three millions of them, and yet they sang sweetly of him who fed his chosen people; in our own land alone we have ten times the number, have we no hallowed music for the God of the whole earth? Reflect upon the amazing population of our enormous city — consider the immense mount of poverty — think how greatly at one stroke that poverty has been relieved! A generous contribution, equal to that made for the Lancashire distress, would be but as the drop of a bucket to the relief afforded by a fall in the price of bread. Let us not despise the bounty of God because this great boon comes in a natural way. If every morning when we awoke we saw fresh loaves of bread put into our cupboard, or the morning’s meal set out upon the table, we should think it a miracle; but if our God blesses our own exertions and prospers our own toil to the same end, is it not equally as much a ground for praising and blessing his name? I would I had this morning the tongue of the eloquent, or even my own usual strength, to excite you to gratitude, by the spectacle of the multitudes of beings whom God has made happy by the fruit of the field. My sickness to-day, makes my thoughts wander and unfits me for so noble a theme, yet my soul pants to set your hearts on a blaze. O for heaven’s own fire to kindle your hearts. O come, let us worship and bow down, let us exalt the Lord our God, and come into his presence with the voice of joy and thanksgiving.

Charles H. Spurgeon- “Thanksgiving and Prayer,” A Sermon delivered on Sunday morning September 27th, 1863

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Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 144

November 23, 2017 Leave a comment

TO REV. WILLIAM CUFF

WESTWOOD, JUNE 26, 1885.

MY DEAR MR. CUFF, —

I have gone carefully into this case, and though I have the utmost faith in you and your brethren I still think that my decision is the right one. We must not mislead this excellent brother. Providence has placed him in a position of comfort and usefulness and he is tempted to sacrifice it for one of hardship and small success. No one who has written about him anticipates any marked success, even you only look for mediocrity. Of his goodness and zeal I have no doubt, but he has a painful hesitancy in speech, and a fondness for hard words; and it would be a pity for him to give up his calling at his age, and with his family, unless we could predict for him some special success.

I would do almost anything to prove my confidence in you, but I have the conviction that you very much agree with this opinion of mine, and are only moved from it by the sorrow of our brother. I am sympathetic too, but I had rather grieve him now than lead him into life-long regret. I have no doubt about the unusual worthiness of Mr.L____ but as far as I can judge, the step which he proposes is so unwise that I dare not be a party to it.

Can you preach for me on the evening of July 26th?

Yours ever lovingly,

C. H. SPURGEON.

Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 143

November 16, 2017 Leave a comment

TO REV. WILLIAM CUFF

WESTWOOD, June 30, 1884.

DEAR MR. CUFF,—

I thank you and all the friends at the Shoreditch Tabernacle for their kind remembrance of me upon my Jubilee. These expressions of brotherly love are very cheering to me. I feel bound to rise to some higher degree of grace that I may better warrant the esteem of my friends. Pray for me.

In return may our Lord richly bless both Pastor and people at Shoreditch.

May the peace of God be over you all.

Yours gratefully,

C. H. SPURGEON.

Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 142

TO REV. WILLIAM CUFF

NIGHTINGALE LANE, July 3, ‘79.

DEAR MR. CUFF, —

By all means see me for a few minutes if you can tell me how to get £100 for Girls’ Orphanage.

Come and give your lecture upon C. H. S. at the Tabernacle for your new chapel as soon as the present winter season is over and summer comes on, it will probably be in winter time.

What a fine handsome fellow you are — vide photograph. Some of the others have turned yellow — probably at the sight of such surpassing beauty.

Yours ever heartily,

C. H. SPURGEON.

Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 141

TO REV. WILLIAM CUFF

NIGHTINGALE LANE, Dec. 16, ‘76.

DEAR MR. CUFF,—

You asked me for permission to use one or two more of the caricatures I have in my book. I said “Yes” of course. But Mr. B says you want to borrow my Album. That cannot be. It never goes out of this house if I know it. You can come and copy what you please, but not remove the Album.

I hope to be on the Mediterranean before I see February. Ask my brother yourself and I dare say he will help you, but I cannot be sure, for he will have everything to see to during my absence.

I have been to see Silverton’s place and I think it perfect. You cannot do better than copy it. God speed you.

Yours heartily,

C. H. SPURGEON.