Greetings All,
I hope you like stories! Because that's
what this week's "thought" is -- the conversion
story of Charles H. Spurgeon. As a Spurgeon fan I was familiar with it,
but I went online to find it again since I wanted to share it in a class I am
presently teaching on Sunday mornings called, "Controversial
Topics." Due to Spurgeon's prominence as England’s (some would
say the world's) most famous, most gifted, most quoted, and most popular
preacher, his life has been the topic of much study. In fact, his
conversion story, along with those of St. Augustine and Martin Luther, are said to be the
three most famous in all Church history. And
since it's been an inspiration to so many, I thought I would share it with you!
Spurgeon's
conversion to Christ took place on January 6, 1850, in Colchester,
England. He was 15 years old, and for a couple of years leading up to this
occasion he had come to be under great conviction for his sin as a result of
reading,‘God’s 10 words’(the Ten Commandments). Knowing he was not
right with God, and being unable to find any relief for the guilt of his sin,
he had become miserable, depressed, and despondent, convinced he would be
in hell (and even having dreams about it) if he was unable to find the way of
salvation. It is an amazing story. Enjoy.
Look to Jesus
Of
the message he heard on that cold January day he writes: “The good news that I
was, as a sinner, to look away from myself and to Christ instead... came as
fresh to me as any news I had ever heard in my life. Had I never read my
Bible? Yes, and I read it earnestly. Had I never been taught by Christian
people? Yes, I had, by mother, and father [who was a minister], and others. Had
I not heard the gospel? Yes, I think I had. And yet, somehow, it was like a new
revelation to me that I was to ''believe and live.'' I confess that I was
tutored in piety, put into my cradle by prayerful hands, and lulled to sleep by
songs concerning Jesus; having heard the gospel continually, with line upon
line and precept upon precept, here much and there much. Yet, when the Word of
the Lord came to me with power, it was as new as if I had lived among the
unvisited tribes of Central Africa, and had never heard the tidings of the
cleansing fountain filed with blood, drawn from the Savior's veins..."
The
following is his own personal account of the events of that day:
"I sometimes
think I might have been in darkness and despair until now, had it not been for
the goodness of God in sending a snowstorm one Sunday morning while I was going
to a certain place of worship. Unable to go any further, I turned down a side
street and came to a little Primitive Methodist Church. In that chapel
there may have been a dozen or fifteen people. I had heard of the Primitive
Methodists, how they sang so loudly that they made people’s heads ache; but
that did not matter to me. I wanted to know how I might be saved...
The
minister did not come that morning; he was snowed up, I suppose. At last a very
thin-looking man, a shoemaker, or tailor, or something of that sort, went up
into the pulpit to preach. Now it is well that preachers be instructed, but
this man was extremely uneducated. He was obliged to stick to his text for the
simple reason that he had little else to say. The text was—"LOOK UNTO ME,
AND BE YE SAVED, ALL YE ENDS OF THE EARTH" (Isaiah 45:22). He
did not even pronounce the words rightly, but that did not matter. There was, I
thought, a glimmer of hope for me in that text.
The
preacher began this way: "This is a very simple text indeed. It says
‘Look.’ Now lookin’ don’t take a deal of pain. It ain’t liftin’ your foot or
your finger; it’s just ‘Look.’ A man needn’t go to College to learn
to look. You may be the biggest fool, and yet you can look. A man needn’t be
worth a thousand a year to look. Anyone can look; even a child can look.
But the text says, ‘Look unto ME.’ Ay!" he said in broad Essex, "many
of ye are lookin’ to yourselves, but it’s no use lookin’ there. You’ll never
find any comfort in yourselves. Some say look to God the Father. No, look to
Him by-and-by. Jesus Christ says, ‘Look unto Me.’ Some o’ ye say, ‘We must wait
for the Spirit’s workin.’ You have no business with that just now.
Look to Christ. The text says, ‘Look unto Me!’ " Then the
good man followed up his text in this way: "Look unto Me; I am sweatin’
great drops of blood. Look unto Me; I am hangin’ on the
cross. Look unto Me, I am dead and buried. Look unto Me; I rise
again. Look unto Me; I ascend to Heaven. Look unto Me; I am sitting
at the Father’s right hand. O poor sinner, look unto Me! Look
unto Me!"
When
he had managed to spin out about ten minutes or so, he was at the end of his
rope. Then he looked at me under the gallery, and I dare say that with so few
present, he knew me to be a stranger. Fixing his eyes on me, as if
he knew all my heart, he said, "Young man, you look very miserable."
Well, I did, but I was not accustomed to have remarks on my personal appearance
made from the pulpit. However, it was a good blow, struck right
home. He continued, "And you will always be miserable—miserable
in life and miserable in death—if you don’t obey my text. But if you obey
now, this moment, you will be saved." Then lifting up his hands, he
shouted, as only a Primitive Methodist could do, "Young man, look to
Jesus Christ. Look! Look! Look! You have nothing to do but look and live!"
I
saw at once the way of salvation. I know not what else he said—I did not take
much notice of it—I was so possessed with that one thought. I had
been waiting to do fifty things, but when I heard that word, "Look!"
what a charming word it seemed to me. Oh! I looked until I could almost have
looked my eyes away! There and then the cloud was gone, the darkness had rolled
away, and that moment I saw the sun... I can testify that the joy of
that day was utterly indescribable. I could have leaped. I could have danced!
There was no expression, however fanatical, which would have been out of
keeping with the joy of that hour. Many days of Christian experience have
passed since then, but there has never been one which has had the full
exhilaration, or the sparkling delight, which that first day had. I
thought I could have sprung from the seat in which I sat, and have called out
with the wildest of those Methodist brethren, "I am forgiven! I am
forgiven! A monument of grace! A sinner saved by the blood!"
My
spirit saw its chains broken to pieces, I felt that I was an emancipated soul,
an heir of heaven, a forgiven one, accepted in Jesus Christ, plucked out of the
miry clay and out of the horrible pit, with my feet set upon a rock and my
future established... Between half-past ten o’clock, when I entered
that chapel, and half-past twelve o’clock, when I was back again at
home, what a change had taken place in me! Simply by looking to Jesus I
had been delivered from despair, and I was brought into such a joyous state of
mind, it was immediately noticed by my family.
Spurgeon
described his walk home from church like this: I was perfectly at
rest in Christ, satisfied with him, and my heart was glad… I thought I could
dance all the way home. I could understand what John Bunyan meant when he
declared he wanted to tell the crows on the ploughed land all about his
conversion. He was too full to hold; he felt he must tell somebody.”
Later
that day he says: ‘I remember standing before the fire, leaning on the
mantelshelf, after I got home, and my mother had spoken to me. I
heard her say outside the door, “There is a change come over
Charles.” She had not had half-a-dozen words with me; but she saw
that I was not what I had been. I had been dull,
melancholic, sorrowful, depressed; and when I had looked to Christ, the appearance
of my face changed. I had a smile, a cheerful, happy, contented look at once,
and she could see it.”
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That
night Spurgeon waited for the other children to go to bed before he told his
father what had happened, and by the middle of February (six weeks later) he
was going door to door, once a week, with Gospel tracts to 33 different
homes! By 19 years old he was the lead pastor at the New Park Street
Church in London, where he was preaching to crowds in the thousands. He
ministered to a grand total of 10 million people during his lifetime, and by
the end of end of the 19th century, more than 100 million sermons of
Spurgeon’s sermons had been sold in 23 languages, an unmatched figure before and
since. Today, this number has surpassed 300 million copies. He is history’s
most widely read preacher, with over 3,800 messages and about 135 of his books
still in print.
In
the Service of the Gospel, Pastor Jeff
This
past weekend the men at my church got away on a "Men's Recon"
to a couple cabins in the Pocono Mountains to spend time in quiet contemplation
with God. In doing so we read Brother Lawrence's classic work, "The
Practice of the Presence of God." It was revitalizing
time. I had my own copy of the book which I bought many years
ago, so I brought it with me - fragile as it is from being loaned out
and read so many times. Over the years I have copied quotes into the
many blank pages and spaces in it. So today I wanted to share some of
those quotes with you. And if you have just a moment, let me know
which one(s) hit home the most. Enjoy.
