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The Search For Reality
re-al-i-ty n 1 state or quality of being real 2 that which exists or is actual; fact; truth
(The Scribber-Bantam English Dictionary)
Being real! Now that is the bottom line of the christian faith. Sadly to say though, much of christianity does not have real faith, so they substitute truth with a "reality" they can grasp and manipulate. Though many of these men may believe they are doing the work of God, in truth, are only using God as a means to their own ends.
It is a hard thing to wait on reality, but as the scripture says, "Are there any among the vanities of the Gentiles that can cause rain? or can the heavens give showers? art not thou he, O LORD our God? therefore we will wait upon thee: for thou hast made all these things" Jeremiah 14:22.
If we cannot get rain when and where we want it, we try to manipulate the Lord or worse, we conjure up an imitation of rain. Sound far fetched? I was at a prayer meeting the other night where some young people where hungry to be filled with the Holy Ghost. I watched as five or six men came to pray with them, shaking them, shouting in their face, thumping their chin, all in attempt to get them to speak in tongues.
I became very disturbed about this display, so decided to get involved. One large man was shaking a young boys neck so hard that I grabbed the mans arm to prevent him from hurting the boy. Another man was shouting in his ear in gibberish and said, "now repeat what I said." And as soon as some peep came forth from these young people, a roar would go forth thanking God for baptizing yet another young person. I then watched these young people walk back to their pew in a daze wondering what really happened. One asked me, is that all there is too this? I said no, this isn't anything like it.
"Are there any among the vanities of the Gentiles that can cause rain? or can the heavens give showers? art not thou he, O LORD our God?" Impatience has brought about the imitation, the manipulation of a holy God. We have lied to a generation of young people, we have substituted the gold with a shiny brass and called it pentecost.
In the midst of the shouting, I whispered into the ear of one young man, "wait on reality, it will be worth the wait." Later, the boy came to me and said, "I heard you in the midst of all that shouting, I knew it was you, and I knew what was happening wasn't the reality that God promised about the baptism of the Holy Ghost." That young boy was my own sixteen year old son, he knew the Word, he knew how to spot the imitation.
There are many who are seeking the reality of God, not tongues, not a blessing, not a man made hype, but GOD! The baptism of the Holy Ghost is not speaking in tongues, that is only the evidence of the baptism. The reality of the baptism is a closer, holy walk with the Creator. It is a new level of dependence upon God, a greater desire for the things of God. The baptism gives men the ability through the Holy Ghost to do the work and will of God, to fight the good fight, to walk in the Spirit.
There is no power in the imitation, the devil knows this, so those who play the games of religion are no threat to him. Only those who seek for reality are a threat to the devil, because with reality comes power, the true power of God to preach the gospel, heal the sick, cleanse the lepers, raise the dead, and cast out devils. Reality is the only threat to the devil, and the only hope for man.
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by Charles H. Spurgeon
"For it not a vain thing for you, because it is your life." Deuteronomy 31:47.
IT appears from this closing remark of Moses that there were men in his time who thought religion to be vain, although,
under the system which then existed, there were many plain proofs of its usefulness for they who served God in
those days prospered, and national advantages always followed national obedience to God. Under the theocratic government
of the Israelites in the wilderness, and in their early history when established in Canaan, their offenses against
God's Law brought upon them famine, plague, or the scourge of marauding hosts while repentance, and a return to
allegiance always brought them a deliverer and a restoration of peace and plenty.
They had visibly before their eyes proofs that God did reward virtue. And yet, notwithstanding this, there were some
so besotted against God, that they said, "It is a vain thing to serve the Lord." Do you wonder, therefore, that there
should be many such under the Gospel, today? It would, indeed, be marvelous if there were not many more, for the Gospel
is a far more spiritual system than the Jewish dispensation, and its blessings are not of a carnal order. No blessing
apparent to carnal eyes rests upon the godly, but sometimes the case appears to be reversed we see the wicked prosper,
and the righteous are trod under foot.
The Christian dispensation is one which requires much faith to receive it. We walk not by sight, but by faith alone.
And it is little marvel that when ungodly men see the righteous afflicted, and discover that their comfort lies in matters
which only faith can apprehend, they should cry out, "It is a vain thing," and should turn aside from the ordinances of
God. Besides, to confess the Truth of God, there have been so many counterfeits of true religion that it is not remarkable
that unconverted men should consider even the genuine article to be but a vain thing.
Men have made pretences of wondrous sanctity, while inwardly full of rottenness. And sinners have learned to argue
with terrible logic "They are none of them good. They are all deceivers. The best of them are hypocrites, and religion,
itself, is a vain thing." However false may be the conclusion here and we believe it to be utterly so yet we do not
wonder that men, desiring to believe religion to be a falsehood, have found some support for their unbelief in the hypocrisy
Now we will grant you, this morning, that much of the religion which is abroad in the world is a vain thing. The religion
of ceremonies is vain. If a man shall trust in the gorgeous pomp of uncommanded mysteries, if he shall consider
that there resides some mystic efficacy in a priest, and that by uttering certain words a blessing is infallibly received, we
tell him that his religion is a vain thing. You might as well go to the witch of Endor for grace as to a priest. And if you
rely upon words, the "abracadabra" of a magician will as certainly raise you to Heaven, or rather sink you to Hell, as the
performances of the best ordained minister under Heaven.
Ceremonies in themselves are vain, futile, empty. There are but two of God's ordaining. They are most simple, and
neither of them pretend to have any efficacy in themselves. They only set forth an inward and spiritual Grace, not necessarily
tied to them, but only given to those who by faith perceive their teachings. All ceremonial religion, no matter how
sincere, if it consists in relying upon forms and observances, is a vain thing. So with creed-religion by which I mean not
to speak against creeds, for I love "the form of sound words" but that religion which lies in believing with the intellect
a set of dogmas, without partaking of the life of God all this is a vain thing.
Again, that religion which only lies in making a profession of what one does not possess, in wearing the Christian
name and observing the rituals of the Church, but which does not so affect the character as to make a man holy, nor so
touch the heart as to make a man God's true servant such a religion is vain throughout. O my dear Hearers, how much
worthless religion may you see everywhere! So long as men get the name, they seem content without the substance.
Religion everywhere it matters not to what Church you look you see a vast host of hypocrites, numerous as flies about a dead
carcass. On all sides there are deceivers and deceived, who write, "Heaven" upon their brows, but have Hell in their
hearts. They hang out the sign of an angel over their doors but have the devil for a host within. Take heed to yourselves.
Be not deceived, for He who tries the heart and searches the reins of the children of men is not mocked, and He will surely
discern between him that fears God and him that fears Him not.
But with all these allowances, we still this morning assert most positively that the religion of Christ Jesus which has
been revealed to us of the Holy Spirit by the Apostles and Prophets and especially by the Messiah Himself, when truly
received into the heart, is no vain thing. We shall handle the text four ways, taking the word "vain" in different shades of
meaning. It is no fiction. It is no trifle. It is no folly. It is no speculation. In each case we will prove our assertion by the
second sentence "Because it is your life."
I. First, then, the true religion of Christ, which consists in a vital faith in His Person, His blood, His righteousness,
and which produces obedience to His commands, and a love to God, IS NOT A FICTION.
I am not going to argue this morning. I was never sent to argue but to teach and speak dogmatically. I assert, in the
name of all those who have tried it, that true religion is not a fiction to us. It is to us the grandest of all realities, and we
hope that our testimony and witness, if we are honest men, may prevail with others who may be skeptical upon this
point. We say, then, that the objects of true religion are, to those who believe in Jesus, no fiction.
God the Father to whom we look with the spirit of adoption, is no fiction to us. I know that to some men the Divine
Being is a mere abstraction. As to communing with Him, as to speaking to Him, they think such wonders may have occurred
to Abraham, to Isaac and to Jacob but to them such things are impossible. Now we do solemnly assure you, as
men who would not lie in this matter, that God the Father is to us as real a Person as the man from whose loins we
sprang, and that we have as surely talked to Him, and He has as truly spoken to our hearts as ever we have spoken with a
friend and have been answered by him.
We tell you that to us the Being of God is a fact which influences our whole life, checks us when we would sin, forbids
our weaker passions to rebel, and nerves our nobler powers to do or suffer. Our consciousness, our experience, our emotions,
and our whole being tell us that there is a God. We have had personal dealings with Him. He has been with us in
our chamber. We have seen His face in the sanctuary. We have cast our cares upon Him. And therefore, to us, the Eternal
and indwelling Father is no fiction.
So is it with Christ Jesus. To mere professors, Christ Jesus is never anything but a myth. They believe there was such
a man, but He is only an historical personage to them. To true Believers in Christ, however, He is a real Person, now existing,
and now dwelling in the hearts of His people. And oh, I bear my witness that if there is anything which has ever
been certified to my consciousness, it is the existence of Jesus, the Man, the Son of God. Oh Friends, have we not, when
our soul has been in a rapture, thrust our finger into the prints of the nails?
Have we not been so drawn away from the outward world that in spiritual communing we could say He was to us as
our Brother that sucked the breasts of our mother, and when we found Him without, we did embrace Him and we would
not let Him go? His left hand has been under our head, and His right hand has embraced us. I know this will sound like a
legend even to men who profess to be Christ's followers, but I question the reality of your piety if Christ is not One for
whom you live, and in whom you dwell. With whom you walk and in whom you hope soon to sleep that you may wake up
in His likeness. A real Christ and a real God no man has real religion till he knows these.
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So again the Holy Spirit, who is with the Father and the Son, the one God of Israel. The God of Abraham, of Isaac
and of Jacob, indivisibly One and yet everlastingly Three the Holy Spirit is also real, for
"He, in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living streams of Divine Grace arise,
Which into boundless glory flow."
Tell us there is no Spirit? Why, about this we can speak positively. A fool may say that there is no magnetic influence,
and that no electric streams can flow along the wires but they who have once been touched by that mysterious power
know it. And the Holy Spirit's influence on men is quite as much within the sphere of our recognition, if we have ever felt
it, as is the influence of galvanism or magnetism.
Those who have once felt the spiritual life know when it is flowing in, when in strength it is withdrawn, and when it
returns anew. They know that at times they can do all things. Their heaviest trial is a joy, and their weightiest burden a
delight. And at other times they can do nothing, being bowed down to the very dust with weakness. They know that at
times they enjoy peace with God through Jesus Christ, and that at other times they are disturbed in spirit. They have discovered,
too, that these changes do not depend upon the weather, nor upon circumstances, nor upon any relation of one
thought to another, but upon certain secret, mystic, and Divine impulses which come forth from the Spirit of God. They
make a man more than man, for he is filled with Deity from head to foot and whose withdrawal makes him feel less
than man, for he is filled with sin and drenched with iniquity till he loathes his own being.
Tell us there is no Holy Spirit? We have seen His goings in the sanctuary, but as we shall have to mention these byand-
by, we pass on, and only now affirm that the Father, Son, and Spirit are to true Christians no fiction, no dream, no
fancy. They are as real and as true as persons whom we can see, things which we can handle, or viands which we can taste.
But further, we can also say that the experience which true religion brings is no fiction. Believe me, Sirs, it is no fiction
to repent. For there is a bitterness in it which makes it all too real. Oh, the agony of sin lying on an awakened conscience!
If you have ever felt it, it will seem to you as the ravings of a madman when any shall tell you that religion is not
real! When the great hammer of the Law broke our hearts in pieces it was a stern reality.
These eyes have sometimes, before I knew the Savior, been ready to start from my head with horror, and my soul has
often been bowed down with a grief far too terrible ever to be told to my fellow man. When I have felt that I was guilty
before God, that my Maker was angry with me, that He must punish me, and that I deserved, and must suffer His eternal
wrath I assure you there was no fiction there! And when the Spirit of God comes into the heart and takes all our grief
away, and gives us joy and peace in believing in Christ, there is no fiction then, either.
Of course, to other men this is no evidence, except they will believe our honesty. But to us it is the very best of evidence.
We were bid to believe on Christ. It was all we were to do to look to His Cross, to believe Him to be the propitiation
for sin, and to trust in Him to save us. We did so, and oh, the joy of that moment! In one instant we leaped from
the depths of Hell to the very heights of Heaven in experience. Dragged up out of the horrible pit and out of the miry
clay our feet were set upon a rock and we could sing for very joy. Oh, the mirth! Oh, the bliss! Oh, the ecstasy of the
soul that can say
"Happy, happy, happy day,
When Jesus washed my sins away,
Happy, happy, happy day."
That was no fiction, surely. If it is so, I will continue to cry, "Blessed fiction! Blessed dream! May I contrive to believe
You! May I always be so deluded if this is to be deluded and misled!"
Since then, look at the Believer's experience. He has had as many troubles as other men have, but oh, what comforts
he has had! He lost his wife, and as he stood there and thought his heart would break, he could still say, "The Lord gave
and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord." Child after child sickened before his loving gaze, and as
they went one after the other to the tomb where he often wished he could have slept instead of them while he mourned
and wept as Jesus did, yet still he could say, "Though He slay me yet will I trust in Him."
When the house was burned when the property vanished when trade ran ill when character was slandered
when the soul was desponding and all but despairing, yet there came in that one ray of light, "Christ is All, and all things
work together for good to them that love God, to them that are called according to His purpose." I can tell you that
Christians have often had their brightest days when other people thought they were in their darkest nights. And they
have often had the best of dainties when there was a famine abroad.
Is this a fiction? O Sirs, we challenge you to find so blessed a fiction as this elsewhere! I saw last Friday a sight,
enough to make one weep, indeed there in the back room of the house lay a fine youth, a member of this Church, sickening
and near to death of consumption. And he talked to me joyously of his prospect of entering into the rest which remains
for the people of God! There in the front room, on the same floor, lay his sister, I suppose but some two years
younger, withering under the same disease. And there sat the tender mother with her two children, thinking to lose them
both within a few days and though she said, it was natural to weep, yet she could say even under this sharp trial, "The
Lord's name be magnified in it all."
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I say there was no fiction there. If you who think there is a fiction that such things could live among Christians if
you could see the poor, cheerfully suffering if you could mark the sick, and how joyously they bear their pains if you
could see the dying, and hear their shouts of triumph, you would say, "There is a reality here. There is something in true
religion. Let me die the death of the righteous. Let my last end be like his!"
But further. As we are sure there is a reality in the objects, and in the experience of true godliness, so are we quite
clear that there is a reality in its privileges. One of the privileges of the Christian is prayer. It is the Believer's privilege to
go to God and ask for what he wants and have it. Now, Sirs, I am absolutely certain that prayer is a reality. I shall not
tell here my own experience. One reads not his love-letters in the streets one tells not his own personal dealings with
God in public. But if there is a fact that can be proved by ten thousand instances, and which, therefore, no reasonable
man has any right to doubt if there is anything that is true under Heaven it is true that God hears prayer when it
comes not out of feigned lips, and is offered through Jesus Christ.
I know when we tell the story, men smile and say, "Ah, these were singular coincidences!" Why, I have seen, in my
life, answers to prayer so remarkable that if God had torn the curtain of the heavens and thrust out His arm to work a
deliverance, it could not have been more decidedly and distinctly a Divine interposition than when He listened to my feeble
cry for help. I speak not of myself as though I were different from other men in this, for it is so with all who have real
godliness. They know that God hears then. They prove it today they intend to prove it at this very hour.
Communion with Christ is another reality. The shadow of His Cross is too refreshing to be a dream, and the sunlight
of His face is too bright to be a delusion. Precious Jesus! You are a storehouse of substantial delights and solid joy. Then,
the privileges of Christian love towards one another are real. I know they are not with some men. Why, look at some of
your fashionable Churches. If the poor people were to speak to the richer ones, what would the rich ones think of them?
Why, snap their heads half off, and send them about their business! But where there is true Christianity, we feel that the
only place in the world where there can ever be liberty, equality, and fraternity, is in the Church of Christ.
To attempt this politically is but to attempt an impossibility but to foster it in the Church of God, where we are
all allied to God is but to nourish the very spirit of the Gospel. I say there is a reality in Christian love, for I have seen
it among my flock. And though some do not show it as they should, yet my heart rejoices that there is so much hearty
brotherly love among you, and thus your religion is not a vain thing.
Once more upon this point, for I am spending all my time here, while I need it for other points. The religion of Christ
is evidently not a vain thing if you look at its effects. We will not take you abroad now to tell you of the effects of the
Gospel of Christ in the South Sea. We need not remind you of what it has done for the heathen, but let me tell you what
it has done for men here. Ah, Brethren, you will not mind my telling some of the secrets secrets that bring the tears to
my eyes as I reflect upon them when I speak of the thief, the harlot, the drunkard, the Sabbath-breaker, the swearer, I
may say, "Such were some of you, but you are washed, but you are sanctified, but you rejoice in the name of our Lord
How many a man has been going by the door there and has said, "I'll go in and hear Old Spurgeon." He came in to
make merriment of the preacher and very little that troubles him. But the man has stood there until the Word has gone
home to him, and he who was likely to beat his wife and to make his home a Hell, has before long been to see me, and has
given me a grip of the hand and said, "God Almighty bless you, Sir. There is something in true religion!" "Well, let us
hear your story." We have heard it and delightful it has been in hundreds of instances.
"Very well, send for your wife, and let us hear what she says about you." The woman has come and we have said,
"Well, what do you think of your husband now, Ma'am?" "Oh, Sir, such a change I never saw in my life. He is so kind to
us. He is like an angel now, and he seemed like a fiend before. Oh, that cursed drink, Sir! Everything went to the public
house. And then if I went up to the House of God, he did nothing but abuse me. Oh, to think that now he comes with me
on Sunday! And the shop is shut up, Sir. And the children, who used to be running about without a bit of shoe or stocking,
he takes them on his knees and prays with them so sweetly. Oh, there is such a change!"
Surly people say, "Will it last? Will it last?" Well, I have seen it last the eight years of my pastorate, in many cases,
and I know it will last forever, for I am persuaded that it is God's work. We will put it to all the Social Science Societies.
We will put it to all the different religions under Heaven, whether they know the art of turning sinners into saints.
Whether they can make lions into lambs, and ravens into doves. Why, I know a man who was as stingy a soul as could be, once. And now he is as generous a man as walks God's earth. There is another, he was not immoral, but he was passionate
and now he is as quiet as a lamb.
It is Divine Grace that has altered these characters, and yet you tell me that this is a fiction! I have not patience to answer
you. A fiction? If religion does not prove itself to be true by these facts, then do not believe it. If it does not, when it
comes into a neighborhood, turn it upside down, sweep the cobwebs out of its sky, clean the houses, take the men out of
the public houses. If it does not make swearers pray, and hard-hearted men tender and compassionate, then it is not
worth a button. But our religion does do all this, and therefore we boldly say it is not a vain thing.
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Besides, to the man who really possesses it, it is his life. He is not a man, and a Christian, but he is all a Christian. He
is not as some are, men and Members of Parliament, who have many things to attend to and attend Parliament, also. But
the man who is thoroughly a Christian is a Christian every bit of him. He lives Christianity. He eats it. He drinks it. He
sleeps it. He walks it. Wherever you see him, he has his religion. His religion is not like a man's regimentals which he can
take off and go in undress. It is inside of him. It is woven right through and through him. When the shuttle of his religion
was thrown, it went right through the core of his heart, and you must kill that man to get his religion out of him.
Racks may tear his nerves and sinews, but they cannot tear away his hope, for it is essentially and vitally part and
parcel of himself. Ah, Ladies and Gentlemen, you who think religion is no more real than the life of a butterfly, it is you
who are unreal in your fancies and your follies! Religion is the substance, and your life is only the shadow! Oh, you working
men, who think that to be godly is but to indulge a dream, you know not what you say. All else is fiction but this. All
else is but a moonbeam phantom this is sun-lit reality. God give you Grace to get it, and then you will feel we have not
spoken too strongly but rather have spoken too little of that which is essentially and really true.
II. Secondly, "It is not a vain thing" that is, IT IS NO TRIFLE. If religion is false, it is the basest imposition under
Heaven. But if the religion of Christ is true, it is the most solemn truth that was ever known! It is not a thing that a man
dares to trifle with if it is true, for it is at his soul's peril to make a jest of it. If it is not true, it is detestable. But if it is
true, it deserves all a man's faculties to consider it, and all his powers to obey it. It is not a trifle.
Briefly consider why it is not. It deals with your soul. If it dealt with your body it were no trifle, for it is well to have
the limbs of the body sound but it has to do with your soul. As much as a man is better than the garments that he
wears, so much is the soul better than the body. It is your immortal soul it deals with. Your soul has to live forever, and
the religion of Christ deals with its destiny. Can you laugh at such words as Heaven and Hell, at glory and at damnation?
If you can, if you think these trifles, then is the faith of Christ to be trifled with.
Consider also with whom it connects you with God before whom angels bow themselves and veil their faces. Is
HE to be trifled with? Trifle with your monarch, if you will, but not with the King of kings, the Lord of lords. Remember
that those who have ever known anything of it tell you it is no child's play. The saints will tell you it is no trifle to be
converted. They will never forget the pangs of conviction, nor the joys of faith. They tell you it is no trifle to have religion,
for it carries them through all their conflicts, bears them up under all distresses, cheers them under every gloom and
sustains them in all labor. They find it no mockery.
The Christian life to them is something so solemn that when they think of it, they fall down before God and say,
"Hold You me up and I shall be safe." And sinners, too, when they are in their senses, find it no trifle. When they come to
die they find it no little thing to die without Christ. When conscience gets the grip of them and shakes them, they find it
no small thing to be without a hope of pardon with guilt upon the conscience and no means of getting rid of it. And,
Sirs, true ministers of God feel it to be no trifle. I do, myself, feel it to be such an awful thing to preach God's Gospel, that
if it were not, "Woe unto me if I do not preach the Gospel," I would resign my charge this moment. I would not for the
proudest consideration under Heaven know the agony of mind I felt but this morning before I ventured upon this platform!
Nothing but the hope of winning souls from death and Hell, and a stern conviction that we have to deal with the
grandest of all realities, would bring me here.
A pastor's office is no sinecure. A man that has the destinies of a kingdom under his control may well feel his responsibility.
But he who has the destiny of souls laid instrumentally at his door must travail in birth and know a mother's
pangs. He must strive with God and know an agony, and yet a joy which no other man can meddle with. It is no trifle to
us, we do assure you. Oh, make it no trifle to yourselves! I know I speak to some triflers this morning, and perhaps to
some trifling professors.
Oh, professors, do not live so as to make worldlings think that your religion is a trifling thing! Be cheerful but, oh,
be holy! Be happy, for that is your privilege. But oh, be heavenly-minded, for that is your duty. Let men see that you are
not flirting with Christ, but that you are married to Him. Let them see that you are not dabbling in this as in a little
speculation but that it is the business of your life, the stern business of all your powers, to live to Christ, Christ also living
III. But next and very briefly, for time flies. The religion of Christ is no vain thing that is, IT IS NO FOLLY.
Thinking Men and Women! Yes, by the way, we have had thinking men and women who have been able to think in
so indirect a manner that they have thought it consistent with their consciences to profess to hold the doctrines of the
Church of England, and to be Romanists or infidels! God deliver us from ever being able to think in their way! I always
dislike the presence of a man who carries a gun with him which will discharge shot in a circle. Surely he is a very ill companion
and if he should become your enemy how are you to escape from him?
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Give me a straightforward, downright man, who says what he means and means what he says. And I would sooner
have the most gross reprobate who will speak plainly what he means, than I would have the most dandy of gentlemen
who would not hurt your feelings, but who will profess to believe as you do, while in his heart he rejects every sentiment
and abhors thought which you entertain. I trust I do not speak to any persons here who can think as this. Still, you say,
"Well but the religion of Christ, why, you see, it is the poor that receive it." Bless God it is! "Well but not many thinking
people receive it." Now that is not true, but at the same time, if they did not, we would not particularly mind, because
all thinking people do not think aright and very many of them think very wrongly, indeed.
But such a man as Newton could think, and yet receive the Gospel. And masterminds, whom it is not mine just now
to mention, have bowed down before the sublimity of the simple revelation of Christ. And they have felt it to be their
honor to lay their wealth of intellect at the feet of Christ. But, Sirs, where is the folly of true religion? Is it a folly to be
providing for the world to come? "Oh, no." Is it a folly to make the Author of your being its first end? "No, no." Is it
altogether a folly to believe that there is such a thing as justice? I think not. And that if there is such a thing as justice, it
involves punishment! There is no great folly there.
Well, then, is it any folly to perceive that there is no way of escaping from the effects of our offenses except justice be
satisfied? Is that folly? And if it is fact that Christ has satisfied justice for all who trust in Him, is it folly to trust Him? If
it IS a folly to escape from the flames of Hell, then let us be fools. If it IS folly to lay hold of Him who gives us eternal
life oh, blessed folly! Let us be more foolish, still. Let us take deep dives into the depths of this foolishness! God forbid
that we should do anything else but glory in being such fools as this for Christ's sake!
What, Sirs, is your wisdom? Your wisdom dwells in denying what your eyes can see a God. In denying what your
consciences tell you that you are guilty. In denying what should be your best hope, what your spirit really craves
redemption in Christ Jesus. Your folly lies in following a perverted nature instead of obeying the dictates of One who
points you to the right path. You are wise and you drink poison. We are fools and we take the antidote. You are wise and
you hunt the shadow. We are fools and we grasp the Substance. You are wise you labor and put your money into a bag
which is full of holes and spend it for that which is not bread and which never gives you satisfaction. And we are fools
enough to be satisfied, to be happy, to be perfectly content with Heaven and God
"I would not change my blessed estate
For all the world calls good or great.
And while my faith can keep her hold,
I envy not the sinner's gold."
Blessed folly! Oh, blessed folly! But it is not a foolish thing. For it is your life. Ah, Sirs, if you would have philosophy,
it is in Christ. If you would accomplish the proudest feats of human intellect, it is to attain to the knowledge of
Christ crucified. Here the man whose mind makes him elephantine may find depths in which he may swim. Here the most
recondite learning shall find itself exhausted. Here the most brilliant imagination shall find its highest flights exceeded.
Here the critic shall have enough to criticize throughout eternity. Here the reviewer may review and review again, and
Here the man who understands history may crown his knowledge by the history of God in the world. Here men who
would know the secret, the greatest secret which Heaven and earth and Hell can tell, may find it out for the secret of
the Lord is with them that fear Him, and He will show them His Covenant. All the learning of man is doubtless folly to the angels, but the foolishness of God in the Gospel is wisdom to cherubim and seraphim, and by the Church shall be
made known to them in ages to come the manifold wisdom of God.
IV. And now for the last point, hurriedly again "It is not a vain thing" that is, IT IS NO SPECULATION.
People sometimes ask us what we think about the heathen, whether they will be saved or not. Well, Sirs, there is
room for difference of opinion there. But I should like to know what you think about yourselves will you be saved or
not? For after all, that is a question of a great deal more importance to you. Now, the religion of Christ is not a thing
that puts a man into a salvable state, but it saves him. It is not a religion which offers him something which perhaps may
save him. No, it saves him out and out, on the spot. It is not a thing which says to a man, "Now I have set you a-going,
you must keep on yourself." No, it goes the whole way through, and saves him from beginning to end.
He that says, "Alpha," never stops till He can say, "Omega," over every soul. I say the religion of Christ I know
there are certain shadows of it which do not carry such a reality as this with them but I say that the religion of the Bible,
the religion of Jesus Christ is an absolute certainty. "Whosoever believes on Him has eternal life, and he shall never
perish, neither shall he come into condemnation." "I give unto My sheep eternal life, and they shall never perish, neither
shall any pluck them out of My hands." "There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus."
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"Well," says one, "I should like to know what this very sure religion is." Well, it is this "Believe on the Lord Jesus
Christ and you shall be saved." Trust Christ with all that you have, and you shall be saved. "Well," says one, "but
when?" Why, now, here, this morning, on the spot you shall be saved NOW. It is not a vain thing. It is not a speculation,
for it is true to you now. The word is near you on your lips and in your heart. If you will, with your heart, believe
on the Lord Jesus Christ you shall be saved, and saved now. "There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are
in Christ Jesus." This is a great and glorious Truth of God and it is true today "Whosoever believes in Him has everlasting
"But is it true for me?" asks one. My text says, "It is not a vain thing for you." "Oh, it will suit other people. It will
not do for me." It will suit you, Sir "It is not a vain thing for you, because it is your life." If you have come up from the
country, it is no vain thing for you, my dear Friends. If you reside in town, amidst its noise and occupations, it is not a
vain thing for you, my dear Hearers. It is not a vain thing for any. If you do but lay hold of it, and it lays hold of you if
you receive the reality and vitality of it into your soul, be you who you may, it will not be a vain thing to you. Not a
"perhaps," or an "if," or a "but," or a "maybe," but a "shall," and a "will," a Divine, an eternal, an everlasting and
Whoever believes in Christ let the earth shake, let the mountains rock, let the sun grow old with age, and the
moon quench her light whoever believes in Christ shall be saved! Unless God can change His mind and that is impossible.
Unless God can break His word and to say so is blasphemy. Unless Christ's blood can lose its efficacy and that
can never be. Unless the Spirit can be anything but Eternal and Omnipotent and to suppose so were ridiculous he
that believes on Christ, must at last, before the eternal Throne, sing hallelujah to God and the Lamb.
"Well," says one, "it is a vain thing, I'm sure, for me, for I'm only a poor working man. Religion, no doubt, is a very
fine thing for gentlefolk but it doesn't do for a man as has to work hard, for he's something else to think on." Well, you
are just the man that I should think it would do for. Why, it is little enough you have here, my dear Friend, and that is
the very reason why you should have eternal joys hereafter! If there is one man that religion can bless more than another
and I do not know that there is it is the poor man in his humble cottage. Why, this will put sweets into your
cup. This will make your little into enough, and sometimes into more than enough. You shall be rich while you are poor,
and happy when others think you are miserable.
"Well," says the rich man, "it is nothing to me. I do not see that it will suit me." Why, it is the very thing for you,
Sir. In fact, you are the man who ought to have it, because, see what you will have to lose when you die, unless you have
religion to make up for it! What a loss it will be for you when you have to lose all your grandeur and substance! What a
loss it will be for you to go from the table of Dives to the Hell of Dives! Surely it is not a vain thing for you.
"Well," says another, "but I am a moral and upright person. Indeed, I do not think anybody can pull my character
to pieces." I hope nobody wants to. But this is not a vain thing for you, because, let me tell you, that fine righteousness of
yours is only fine in your own esteem. If you could only see it as God sees it, you would see it to be as full of holes as ever
beggars' rags were when at last they were consigned to the dust heap. I say your fine righteousness, My Lady, and yours, Sir Squire from the country, no matter though you have given to the poor and fed the hungry, and done a thousand good
things if you are relying on them, you are relying on rotten rags, in which God can no more accept you than He can
accept the thief in his dishonesty. "All our righteousnesses are as filthy rags, and we are all as an unclean thing." It is not
a vain thing for you, then.
"Oh but I am a young man just in my teens and growing up to manhood. I think I ought to have a little pleasure."
So I think, Friend, and if you want a great deal of it, be a Christian. "Oh but I was thinking people should enjoy themselves."
So do I. I never was an advocate for making sheep without their first being lambs, and I would let the lambs skip
as much as they like. But if you want to lead a happy and a joyous life, give your young days to Jesus. Who says that a
Christian is miserable? Sir, you lie. I tell you to your face that you know not what Christianity is, or else you would
know that Christians are the most joyous people under Heaven. Young man, I would like you to have a glorious youth. I
would like you to have all the sparkle and the brilliance which your young life can give you. What have you better than
to live and to enjoy yourself? But how are you to do it? Give your Creator your heart and the thing is done. It is not a
vain thing for you.
"Ah," says the old man, "but it is a vain thing for me. My time is over. If I had begun when I was a lad it might have
done but I am settled in my habits now. I feel sure, Sir, it is too late for me. When I hear my grandchildren say their
prayers as they are going to bed, pretty dears, when they are singing their evening hymn, I wish I was a child again. But
my heart has gotten hard and I cannot say, 'Our Father,' now. And when I do get to, 'Forgive us our trespasses as we
forgive them that trespass against us,' I get stuck there. I do not know how to get over that, for I have not forgiven old
Jones yet who robbed me in that lawsuit. And then you know I am infirm and have rheumatism and a hundred other
pains. I do not think religion will suit me."
Well, it is just the very thing that will suit you, because it will make you young again. What? "Can a man be born
again when he is old?" That is what Nicodemus asked. Yes, a man can be born again, so that the babe shall die a hundred
years old. Oh, to make the autumn of your life and the coming winter of your last days into a new spring and a blessed
summer this is to be done by laying hold of Christ NOW! And then you shall feel in your old veins the young blood of
the new spiritual life, and you will say, "I count the years I lived before a death, but now I begin to live."
I do not know whether I have picked out every character. I am afraid I have not. But this thing I know, though you
may be under there, or up in the corner yonder where my eyes cannot reach you, yet you may hear this voice and I hope
you may hear it when you are gone from this house back to your country towns and to your houses
"It is religion that can give
Sweetest pleasures while we live!
It is religion must supply
Solid comfort when we die.
After death its joys will be
Lasting as eternity!
Be the living God my Friend,
Then my bliss shall never end."
And this is the Gospel which is preached unto you. "Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ" that is, trust Him "and
you shall be saved." May God bless you for Christ's sake. Amen.
— by Charles H. Spurgeon
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