06 May 2010

Thursday's Spurgeon

This morning, Lamentations 3:22-23 was sticking in my mind and I made it my prayer of thankfulness as I began a new day. Then I promptly looked to see if Charles Spurgeon had preached on the same verses and indeed he did!

"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness."
The Novelties of Divine Mercy
Preached November 11, 1909
THE Book of the Lamentations of Jeremiah is very dolorous. When you
look upon the dragons, and owls, and pelicans, and bitterns of the
wilderness, you have a fit picture of his mournful state. He was full of
grief, like a bottle wanting vent. His heart was ready to burst with
wormwood and with gall.
But the whole current changes when the prophet brings to his
remembrance the mercy of God. No sooner does he think of the
compassions of the Most High than at once he takes his harp from the
willows, and begins to sing as joyously as ever that sweet singer of Israel,
David, sang before him; and, truly, if we, too, instead of harping upon our
miseries, would but reflect upon our mercies, we should exchange, our
mournful dirges for songs of joy.
It is true that, God’s people are a tried people, but it is equally true that
God’s grace is equal to their trials. It is quite true that through much
tribulation they enter the kingdom; but then they do enter, and the thought
of the kingdom that is coming sustains them in their present tribulation.
They wade through the waters of woe, often breast-deep; but the billows
do not, and shall not, go over them, they shall still be able to sing even in
the midst of the tempest. I would suggest to any here, who are in the habit
of complaining,-and I would remind you that it is a very bad habit,-and to
any of you who have become chronic murmurers, that this temper of mind
is exceedingly sinful; while, on the other hand, the remembrance of God’s
mercy, and grateful talk about it, is a virtuous habit, one which, is honoring
to God as well as strengthening and profitable to our own souls. Imitate
Jeremiah, then, and if you can find no comfort in your present outward
circumstances, meditate upon the unfailing mercies of God.
[...]
God has compassion for the best of his people, but it is compassion
prompted by love. It is not the pity that is akin to scorn, but the pity which
melts from love, as the honey drops from the honeycomb. I would again
ask our dear friends who are tried and troubled to think of the infinite pity
of God towards them. He has smitten you; but, still, not as hard as he
might have done; out of pity he has stayed his hand. He, hast spoken
sharply to you through your own conscience; but if he had spoken as
loudly as your sins deserved, there, would have been loud thunder-claps
instead of gentle admonitions. He has withered your gourds; but if he had
done to you what stern justice might have demanded, it would not have
been the gourd that would have withered, but you yourself would have
wasted away.
[...]
But every morning also brings a new mercy, because every morning ushers
in another day. That is a new reason for praise, for we have no right to an
hour, or even a minute, much less to a day. To the sinner, especially, it is a
great mercy to have another day of grace, another opportunity for
repentance, a new reprieve from death, a little more space in which to
escape from hell, and fly to heaven. Ah, soul! suppose thou hadst never
seen the light of another rising sun, but hadst heard instead thereof the
dreadful sentence, “Depart, accursed one, into the darkness which shall
never be pierced by a ray of light,” how terrible would have been thy
portion, so what a mercy it is that thou art still spared!
The Christian may thank God that he has another day in which he may
walk with God as Enoch did, another day in which he may trust God as
Abraham did, another day in which he may work for Christ as Paul did,
another day in which he may reap the gospel harvest, another day in which,
he may gather pearls for Immanuel’s crown, another day in which he may
be ripening for glory, another day in which he may hold communion with
his Lord, another day in which he may be making advances in the blessed
pilgrimage towards the Celestial City. God gives us our days; may he teach
us their value, for they are pearls of great price; and then, as each new
morning breaks, we may truly say to him, “Thy mercies are new every
morning, for the morning has brought us another day.” 
Read the full sermon here.

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