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I am seeking the distressed one

February 12, 2018 2 comments

But I am seeking the distressed one, and I am impatient to be the means of his comfort. It may be my words are now sounding in the ear of one of my weary, wounded fellow-countrymen. You have been long time tossing on the bed of languishing, and the time for thought has been blessed to your soul by God. You are now feeling the guilt of your life, and are lamenting the sins of your conduct. You fear there is no hope of pardon, no prospect of forgiveness, and you tremble lest death should lead your guilty soul unforgiven before its Maker. Hear, then, the word of God. Thy pains for sins are God’s work in thy soul He woundeth thee that thou mayest seek him. He would not have showed thee thy sin if he did not intend to pardon. Thou art now a sinner, and Jesus came to save sinners, therefore he came to save thee; yea, he is saving thee now. These strivings of soul are the work of his mercy; there is love in every blow, and grace in every stripe. Believe O troubled one, that he is able to save thee unto the uttermost, and thou shall not believe in vain. Now, in the silence of your agony, look unto him who by his stripes healeth thee. Jesus Christ has suffered the penalty of thy sins, and has endured the wrath of God on thy behalf. See you, yonder crucified Man on Cavalry, and mark thee that those drops of blood are falling for thee, those nailed hands are pierced for thee and that opened side contains a heart within it, full of love to thee,

“None but Jesus I none but Jesus!

Can do helpless sinners good.”

It is simple reliance on him which saves. The negro said, “Massa, I fall fla on de promise;” so if you fall flat on the promise of Jesus, you shall not find him fail you; he will bind up your heart, and make an end to the days of your mourning. We shall meet in heaven one day, to sing hallelujah to the condescending lord; till then, may the God of all grace be our helper. Amen.

“The mighty God will not despise

The contrite hears for sacrifice;

The deep-fetched sigh, the secret groan,

Rises accepted to the throne.

He meets, with tokens of his grace,

The trembling lip, the blushing face;

His bowels yearn when sinners pray;

And mercy bears their sins away.

When filled with grief, o’erwhelm’d with shame,

He, pitying heals their broken frame;

He hears their sad complaints, and spies

His image in their weeping eyes.”

Charles H. Spurgeon- “Healing the Wounded” A Sermon Delivered On Sabbath Morning, November 11, 1855

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And now my hearers and readers, a parting word with you, are you careless and ungodly?

And now my hearers and readers, a parting word with you. Are you careless and ungodly? Permit your friend to speak with you. Is it true that after death there is a judgment? Do you believe that when you die, you will be called to stand before the bar of God? Do you know that there is a hell of eternal flame appointed for the wicked? Yes-you know and believe all this-and yet, you are going down to hell thoughtless and unconcerned-you are living in constant and fearful jeopardy of your fires-without a friend on the other side the grave. Ah, how changed will your note be soon. You have turned away from rebuke, you have laughed at warning, but laughter will then give place to sighs, and your singing to yells of agony. Bethink thee, oh my brother man, ere thou dost again peril thy life. What will thou do if thy soul is required of thee; Canst thou endure the terrors of the Almighty; Canst thou dwell in everlasting burnings? Were thy bones of iron, and thy ribs of brass, the sight of the coming judgment would make thee tremble; forbear then to mock at religion, cease to blaspheme your Maker, for remember, you will soon meet him face to face, and how will you then account for your insults heaped upon his patient person? May the Lord yet humble thee before him.

Charles H. Spurgeon- “Healing the Wounded” A Sermon Delivered On Sabbath Morning, November 11, 1855

God heals securely

Then he does it securely, so that the wound cannot open again. If he puts on his plaister, it is heaven’s court plaister, and it never fails. If he heals, he heals effectually. No man who is once saved of God shall ever be lost. If we receive mercy by faith, we shall never lose it. When God heals once, he heals for ever. Although some who teach false doctrine do assert that children of God may be lost, they have no warrant in Scripture, nor in experience, for we know that he keepeth the saints. He who is once forgiven, cannot be punished. He who is once regenerated, cannot perish. He who is once healed shall never find his soul sick unto death. Blessings on his name, some of us have felt his skill, and known his mighty power, and were our hearts broken now, we would not stop a moment, but go at once to his feet and we would cry, “O, thou that bindest the broken in heart, bind ours; thou that healest wounds, heal ours, we beseech thee.”

Charles H. Spurgeon- “Healing the Wounded” A Sermon Delivered On Sabbath Morning, November 11, 1855

God’s mercies are “tender mercies

How condescending is the Lord of heaven, thus to visit poor forlorn man. The Queen has kindly visited the hospitals of our soldiers to cheer, by her royal words, her loyal defenders; by this she has done herself honor, and her soldiers love her for it; but when the God of the whole earth, the infinite Creator, stoops to become servant to his creatures, can ye conceive the majestic condescension which bows itself in mercy over the miserable heart, and with loving finger closes the gaping wounds of the spirit. Oh, sin-sick sinner! the king of heaven will not despise thee, but thou too shalt find him thy Comforter, who healeth all thy diseases. Mark, moreover, how tenderly he does it. You remember that passage in the Psalms “Loving kindness and tender mercies.” God’s mercies are “tender mercies;” when he undertakes to bind up the broken in heart, he always uses the softest liniment. He is not like your army surgeon, who hurries along and says, “A leg off here, an arm off there;” but he comes gently and sympathizingly. He does not use roughness with us; but with downy fingers he putteth the wound together, and layeth the plaister on; yea, he doth it in such a soft and winning way, that we are full of wonder to think he could be so kind to such unworthy ones.

Charles H. Spurgeon- “Healing the Wounded” A Sermon Delivered On Sabbath Morning, November 11, 1855

Is thy heart broken? God WILL heal it

But next, God will do it. That is a sweet thought. “He healeth the broken in heart;” he WILL do it. Nobody else can, nobody else may, but he will. Is thy heart broken? He WILL heal it, he is sure to heal it; for it is written-and it can never be altered, for what was true 3,000 years ago, is true now-”he healeth the broken in heart.” Did Saul of Tarsus rejoice after three days of blindness? Yes, and you shall be delivered also. Oh, it is a theme for eternal gratitude, that the same God who in his loftiness and omnipotence stooped down in olden times to soothe, cherish, relieve, and bless the mourner, is even now taking his journeys of mercy among the penitent sons of men. Oh, I beseech him to come where thou art sitting, and put his hand inside thy soul and, if he finds there a broken heart, to bind it up. Poor sinner, breathe thy wish to him, let thy sigh come before him, for “he healeth the broken in heart.” There thou liest wounded on the plain “Is there no physician?” thou criest; “Is there none?” Around thee lie thy fellowsufferers, but they are as helpless as thyself. Thy mournful cry cometh back without an answer, and space alone hears thy groan. Ah! the battle-field of sin has one kind visitor; it is not abandoned to the vultures of remorse and despair. I hear footsteps approaching; they are the gentle footsteps of Jehovah. With a heart full of mercy, he is hasting to his repenting child. In his hands there are no thunders, in his eyes no anger, on his lips no threatening. See how he bows himself over the mangled heart! Hear how he speakst “Come, now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord; though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” And if the patient dreads to look in the face of the mighty being who addresses him, the same loving mouth whispers, “I, even I am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for my name’s sake.” See how he washes every wound with sacred water from the side of Jesus; mark how he spreads the ointment of forgiving grace, and binds around each wound the fair white linen, which is the righteousness of saints Doth the mourner faint under the operation? He puts a cordial to his lips, exclaiming, “I have loved thee with an everlasting love.” Yes, it is true-most true-neither dream nor fiction, “HE HEALETH THE BROKEN IN HEART, AND BINDETH UP THEIR WOUNDS.

Charles H. Spurgeon- “Healing the Wounded” A Sermon Delivered On Sabbath Morning, November 11, 1855

A real saving work is the work of God, and God alone

In vain your presumption when God shall come to examine you, you will not pass muster unless you have had a real healing from his hand. It is easy enough to get religious notions and fancy yourselves safe, but a real saving work is the work of God, and God alone. Seek not to the priest, he may console, but it is by deluding you. Seek not to your own self, for you may soothe yourself into the sleep of perdition. See that thine heart be washed in the blood of Jesus, be careful that the Holy Spirit has his temple in it; and may God, of his great and sovereign grace, look to thee that thou deceivest not thyself.

Charles H. Spurgeon- “Healing the Wounded” A Sermon Delivered On Sabbath Morning, November 11, 1855

Only God can heal a broken heart

January 1, 2018 1 comment

Then again, God only may do it. Suppose we could heal your broken heart, it would be good for nothing. I do beseech the Lord, that I may never get a broken heart healed, except it is by God. A truly convinced sinner will always rather keep his heart broken than have it healed wrongly. I ask you who are suffering, whether you would not rather keep your broken heart as it is, than allow a bad physician to cure it for you, and so deceive you, and send you to hell at last? I know your cry is “Lord, let me know the worst of my case; use the lancet; do not be afraid of hurting me, let me feel it all; cut the proud flesh away rather than let it remain.” But there are not a few who get their wounds glossed over by some pretended good works or duties. Oh! my hearer, let no man deceive you. Be not content with a name to live while you are really dead. Bad money may pass on earth, but genuine gold alone will be received in heaven. Can you abide the fire?

Charles H. Spurgeon- “Healing the Wounded” A Sermon Delivered On Sabbath Morning, November 11, 1855