God’s Calling Today

Look unto Abraham your father…for I called him alone, and blessed him, and increased him. – Isaiah 51:2

Abraham was called out from the place of his birth, and from the household to which he belonged, that in a separated condition, as a worshiper of the one God, he might keep the truth alive in the world. Recollect that the first man from whom sprang that wondrous nation which God hath not even yet cast away was originally himself an idolater, and had to be called out of his sinful state by effectual grace. Why, then, might not the Lord, if the cause of truth were this day reduced to its utmost extremity, again raise up a church out of one man? If an almost universal apostasy should hide the divine light, could He not kindle a torch among the heathen, and by its light illuminate the earth again? He could call out another Abraham, and bless him and increase him, and achieve the whole of His eternal purposes if all of us should sleep in the dust, and the visibly organised church of today should pass away as the snow of winter at the advent of spring. Is anything too hard for the Lord? Is He not able of these stones to raise up children unto Abraham? As to anything like discouragement, it ought to vanish at the thought that not only out of your Sunday-schools, your colleges, and your pulpits can God raise up leaders for His church, but He can find them in the very centre of heathenism. Where Satan’s seat is, even there can the Lord raise up advocates for His cause. The thick darkness of superstition shall not prevent the chosen one from seeing the light, neither shall the bondage of sin hold back the captive from finding freedom and proclaiming it to others. “Ah,” you say, “but men are not called now, as Abraham was, by miraculous calls from heaven.” The statement may be true; but God’s visible means of calling men are now so many that there can seldom be need of miracle. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

Look and Hearken to Me

Look unto Abraham your father, and unto Sarah that bare you: for I called him alone, and blessed him, and increased him… Hearken unto Me, My people; and give ear unto Me, O My nation: for a law shall proceed from Me, and I will make My judgment to rest for a light of the people. – Isaiah 51:2.4

Remember, ye that are cast down, that there are other voices besides those of the bittern and owl from the “waste places.” “HEARKEN TO ME.” You have listened long enough to dreary suggestions from within, to gloomy prophecies from desponding friends, to the taunts of foes, and to the horrible whisperings of Satan: now hearken to Him who promises to make the wilderness like Eden, and the desert like the garden of the Lord.

“Look unto the rock whence ye are hewn”; “Look unto Abraham your father.” Why should your eyes for ever ache over desolations? Probably you have seen as much in the wilderness as you are ever likely to see there. It does not take long to discover all the treasures and comforts of the burning sand; you have probably discovered them all by now. As for the discomforts and wants of the desert, you are perhaps as well acquainted with them as you need to be. Gaze no longer at the thirsty land and the burning sky; turn your eye where the finger of the Lord points by His word…O for the presence of the Holy Spirit, that the word may be full of the dew of heaven to refresh our souls. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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It is in His Hand Who Cannot Fail

For the Lord shall comfort Zion: He will comfort all her waste places; and He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody. – Isaiah 51:3

It is habitual with some persons to spy out the dark side of every question or fact: they fix their eyes upon the “waste places,” and they study them till they know every ruin, and are familiar with the dragons and the owls. They sigh most dolorously that the former times were better than these, and that we have fallen upon most degenerate days. They speak of “shooting Niagara,” and of all sorts of frightful things. I am afraid that a measure of this tendency to write bitter things dwells in almost all of us at this present season, for certain discouraging facts which cannot be ignored are pressing heavily upon men’s spirits. The habit of looking continually towards the wildernesses is injurious because it greatly discourages; and anything that discourages an earnest worker is a serious leakage for his strength. Perhaps a worse result than honest discouragement comes of depressing views, for they often afford an apology for indifference and inaction. The smallest peg suffices to hang an excuse upon when we are anxious to escape from the stern service of faith. “I pray thee have me excused,” is a request which was supported in the parable by the flimsiest of pretenses, and discouragement makes one of the same sort. The sluggard’s argument is on this wise,-“I will not attempt the work, for it is far too heavy for my poor strength. I fear the times are ill adapted to any special effort; indeed, I am not quite certain that success will ever attend the general work.” It is therefore a dreadful thing when the Christian church begins to be discouraged, and means must be used to stay the evil. Such means we would use this day. Lo, we lift the standard of the divine promise. “Comfort ye, comfort ye, My people,” sounds out like a silver trumpet in the front of the host. Be encouraged, O ye of the faint heart; there are no more difficulties now than there were of old. The cause is no more in jeopardy than it was a thousand years ago. The result, the end, the consummation of all things is absolutely certain: it is in His hand who cannot fail, therefore be of good courage, and in waiting upon the Lord renew your strength. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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Christ’s Estimate of Us

How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. – Song of Songs 4:10, 11

When the Lord comes to you, and begins saying, “You are not so humble, nor so prayerful, nor so believing as you ought to be;” you say, “I do not care about this whipping;” but when He comes and begins to praise you, and tells you that “your lips drop as the honeycomb, that all your actions smell of myrrh, and that your love is better than wine, and that the thoughts under your tongue are better to Me than wine and milk,” what will you say? Oh, Lord, I cannot say Thou art mistaken, for Thou art infallible; but if I might say such a thing, if I dared so think Thou art mistaken, I should say, “Thou art mistaken in me;” but Lord I cannot think Thou art mistaken so it must be true. Still, Lord, I do not deserve it; I am conscious I do not, and I never can deserve it, still if Thou wilt help me, I will strive to be worthy of Thy praise in some feeble measure. I will seek to live up to those high encomiums which Thou hast passed upon me. If Thou sayest, “My love is better than wine;” Lord, I will seek to love Thee better, that the wine may be richer and stronger. If Thou sayest, “My graces are like the smell of ointment,” Lord, I will try to increase them, so as to have many great pots filled with them; and if my words drop as the honeycomb, Lord, there shall be more of them, and I will try to make them better, so that Thou mayest think more of such honey; and if Thou declarest that the thoughts under my tongue are to Thee like honey and milk, then, Lord, I will seek to have more of those divine thoughts; and if my daily actions are to Thee as the smell of Lebanon, Lord, I will seek to be more holy, to live nearer to Thee; I will ask for grace, that my actions may be really what Thou sayest they are. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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He Takes Notice

the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. – Song of Songs 4:11

You men of business, you need not think that when you are measuring your ribbons, or weighing out your pounds of sugar, or when you are selling, or buying, or going to market, and such like, that you cannot be serving Christ. Why a builder can serve Christ in putting his bricks together, and you can serve Christ in whatever you are called to do with your hands, if you do it as unto the Lord, and not unto men…You can say of every article you sell, and of everything you do, “I turned that out of my hands in such a manner that it shall defy competition. The man has got his money’s worth; he cannot say I am a rogue or a cheat. There are tricks in many trades, but I will not have anything to do with them; many get money fast by adulteration in trade, but I will not do it, I would sooner be poor than do it.” Why, the world says, “there is a sermon in that grocer’s window-look, you don’t see him telling lies to puff his goods: there is a sermon there.” …Upon all the actions of your daily life the Lord Jesus looks down from heaven and says, “The smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.” I know you can hardly believe that Jesus Christ takes notice of such little things as that, but He does. You say, “Oh, but they are too trifling.” But don’t you know, the God that wings an angel guides a sparrow? Don’t you know “the very hairs of your head are all numbered?” God not only winds the whirlwind, and gives an edge to the lightning flash, but He guides the chaff from the hand of the winnower, and steers the grain of dust in the evening gale. Do not think anything too little for you. He observes the mighty orbs as they whirl through space, but He notices you too, as you go about your business. And those little cups of cold water you give to His people-those little services you do for His church, those self-denials that you make for His honor, and those conscientious scruples which you foster, and which will not allow you to act as the world acts, all these He observes, and He says, “The smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.” ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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Thou Art All Fair, My Love

…the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. – Song of Songs 4:11

What should you think if Jesus should meet you at the close of the day, and say to you, “I am pleased with the works of to-day?” I know you would reply, “Lord, I have done nothing for Thee.” You would say like those at the last day, “Lord when saw we Thee hungry and fed Thee? When saw we Thee thirsty and gave Thee drink?” You would begin to deny that you had done any good thing. He would say, “Ah, when thou wast under the fig tree I saw thee; when thou wast at thy bedside in prayer I heard thee. I saw thee when the tempter came and thou saidst, ‘Get thee hence, Satan;’ I saw thee give thine alms to one of my poor sick children; I heard thee speak a good word to the little child and teach him the name of Jesus; I heard thee groan when swearing polluted thine ears; I heard thy sigh when thou sawest the iniquity of this great city; I saw thee when thine hands were busy, I saw that thou wast not an eye-servant or a man-pleaser, but that in singleness of purpose thou didst serve God in doing thy daily business; I saw thee, when the day was ended, give thyself to God again; I have marked thee mourning over the sins thou hast committed and I tell thee I am pleased with thee.” “The smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.” And, again, I hear you say, “But, Lord, I was angry, I was proud,” and He says, “But I have covered up this, I have cast it into the depths of the sea; I have blotted it all out with My blood. I can see no ill in thee; thou art all fair, My love, there is no spot in thee.” What would you do then? Would you not at once fall down at His feet and say, “Lord, I never knew love like this: I have heard that love covers a multitude of sins, but I never knew a love so broad as to cover all mine. And then to declare that thou canst see no sin in me at all-ah! that is love!” It may melt our heart, and make us seek to be holy, that we might not grieve Christ, make us labor to be diligent in His service, that we might not dishonor Him.

Lord, I will seek to be more holy, to live nearer to Thee; I will ask for grace, that my actions may be really what Thou sayest they are. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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Honey and Milk

Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue. – Song of Songs 4:11

The things that are under the tongue are thoughts that have never yet been expressed; they do not get to the top of the tongue, but lie there half formed and are ready to come out; but either because they cannot come out, or we have not time to let them out, there they remain, and never come into actual words. Now Jesus Christ thinks very much even of these; He says, “Honey and milk are under thy tongue;” and Christian meditation and Christian contemplation are to Christ like honey for sweetness and like milk for nourishment. Honey and milk are two things with which the land of Canaan was said to flow; and so the heart of a Christian flows with milk and honey, like the land which God gave to His ancient people. “Well,” says one, “I cannot find that my heart is like that. If I do sit down and think of Jesus, my thoughts turn upon the glories of His person and the excellency of His office; but oh, sir, my thoughts are such dull, cold, useless things, they do not feed me or delight me.” Ah but, you see, Christ does not estimate them as you do; He feeds on them, they are like honey to Him, and though you think little of your own thoughts, and are right in so doing, yet, oh remember, such is the love of Jesus, such is His abundant condescension and compassion, that the very least things that you have He values at a great price. The words you are not speaking the words you cannot utter, the groans you cannot bring out-these the Holy Spirit utters for you, and these Jesus treasures up as choice and peculiarly precious thing. “Honey and milk are under thy tongue.” ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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