DELIVERED BY
C. H. SPURGEON,
AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.
"She called Mary her sister secretly, saying, The Master is come, and
calls for you." John 11:28.
I SUPPOSE by Martha's whispering the word, "The Master," in Mary's ear,
that it was the common name by which the sisters spoke of our Lord to
one another in His absence. Perhaps it was His usual name among all the
disciples, for Jesus said, "You call me Master and Lord: and you say
well; for so I am." It often happens that for persons whom we love we
have some special title by which we speak of them familiarly when we
are in the circle of those who join in our esteem of them. Instead of
always using their official titles or their actual names, there is some
one name which we have attached to them which calls up happy
associations, or reminds us of endearing traits in their character and,
therefore, it is very sweet in our mouths.
So I suppose that most of the disciples called Jesus, "The Master,"
many of them coupling with it the word, "Lord." Mary, I should suppose,
was peculiarly given to the use of the term–it was her name for the
Lord. I fancy that she called Him "my Master," only, of course, Martha
could not say to her, "your Master is come," for that would have been
to cast suspicion on her own loyalty to Jesus and perhaps she did not
feel exactly in a frame of mind to say, "our Master," remembering that
He was Master of so many more, besides, and half hoping that He might
be Master over Death himself. She therefore said, "The Master."
It was an emphatic title, "The Master is come." Very remarkable is it
that minds of a kindred spirit to Mary have always loved this title,
"The Master," and more especially that wondrous, sweet, mystic poet and
dear lover of His Lord, George Herbert, who, whenever he heard the name
of Jesus mentioned, would always say, "my Master." He has given us that
quaint poem, called "The Odor," which begins–
"How sweetly does my Master sound, my Master." There must be something
exceedingly precious about the title for a Mary and a Herbert thus to
be enamored of it above all others. Jesus has many names, all full of
music–this must be choice, indeed, to be selected before them all as
the title which His best beloved prefer to apply to Him.
There are many among us who are, ourselves, accustomed to speak of the
Lord as, The Master and, though there are many other titles, such as
"The Well-Beloved," "The Good Shepherd," "The Friend," "The
Bridegroom," "The Redeemer," and "The Savior," yet we still cherish a
very special affection for this one name which gives forth to us "an
oriental fragrance" with which, "all day we perfume our mind." You are
aware that the word might just as well be translated, "The Teacher,"
the authoritative teacher, for that is the gist of its meaning. I am
glad to pronounce it, Master, because usage and sweet association have
enshrined the word. And also because we have still among us the custom
of calling the Chief Teacher in a School or College, the Master, but
still, had our version given us, "The Teacher is come," it would have
been nearer the mark.
I. I shall speak a few words, first, upon THE DEEP PROPRIETY OF THIS
TITLE AS APPLIED TO OUR LORD. He is, indeed, The Master–The Teacher.
What if I put the two together and say, The Master-Teacher? He has a
peculiar fitness for this office to be a Master-Teacher. To be so, a
man must have a masterly mind. Certainly all minds are not cast in the
same mold and are not possessed with the same vigor, depth, force and
quickness of action. Some mental organizations are princely by their
very formation–though they may belong to plowboys, the imperial stamp
is on them! These minds cannot be smothered by a peasant's smock frock,
nor kept down by the load of poverty–master minds are recognized by an
innate superiority–and force their way to the front.
I say nothing of the moral qualities of Napoleon, but a mind so vast as
his could not have been forever hidden away among the soldiers in the
ranks. He must become a captain and a conqueror. So, too, a Cromwell or
a Washington must rise to be masters among men because the caliber of
their minds was masterly. Such men see a thing quickly. They hold it
with a comprehensive grasp and they have a way of infusing faith into
others about it which, before long, pushes them into a master's
position, with the common consent of all around them. You cannot have,
for a master-teacher, a man with a little soul. He may insinuate
himself into the chair of the teacher, but everyone will see that he is
out of place and no one will delight to think of him as his master.
There are many painters, but there have been few Raphaels, or
Michelangelos–few who could found schools to perpetuate their names.
Many songsters have there been, but few poets have founded schools of
tuneful thought in which they have been the beloved choirmasters. Many
philosophers have there been, but a Socrates or an Aristotle will not
be found every day–for great teachers must have great minds–and these
are rare among men. The teacher of all teachers, the master of all the
teachers, must be a grand, colossal spirit–head and shoulders above
other men! Such a soul Mary saw in her Lord Jesus Christ. And such we
see there, also, and we therefore claim, for our Lord, the name of,
"The Master."
There we have Divinity itself, with its Omniscience and Immutability,
and at the same time a complete, full-orbed Manhood, harmonious in all
its qualities–a perfect equilibrium of excellence in which there is no
excess and no deficiency. You find in Him a perfect mind and that mind
so human as to be intensely manly and sweetly womanly, also. In Jesus
there was all the tenderness and sympathy of woman joined with the
strength and courage of man. His love was feminine, but not effeminate.
His heart was masculine, but not hard and stern. He was the complete
Man, unfallen Manhood in its perfection! Our Lord was a Man who
impressed all who came near Him–they either hated Him intensely or
loved Him fervently!
Wherever He was, He was seen to be a Prince among the sons of men! The
devil recognized Him and tempted Him beyond all others. He saw in Him a
foe worthy of his steel–and took Him into the wilderness to have a
duel with Him, hoping to defeat the race by vanquishing its manifest
Chief. Even scribes and Pharisees, who despised everyone who made not
broad the borders of his garment, could not despise this Man–they
could hate Him–but their hate was the unconscious reverence which evil
is forced to render to superlative goodness and greatness! Jesus could
not be ignored and overlooked. He was a force in every place, a power
wherever He might be. He is a master, yes, "The Master." There is a
grandeur about His whole human Nature so that He stands out above all
other men, like some mighty Alpine peak which overtops the minor hills
and casts its shadow all adown the vales.
But to make a master teacher, a man must not only have a master mind,
he must have a master knowledge of that which he has to teach–and it
is best if that is acquired by experience rather than by instruction.
Such was the case with our Lord Jesus. He came to teach us the science
of life and in Him was life. He experienced life in all its phases and
was tempted in all points like we are, though without sin. The highest
were not above Him, the lowest He did not regard as beneath Him, but He
condescended to their infirmities and sorrows. There are no dreary
glens of melancholy which His feet have not trod, nor lofty peaks of
joy which He has not scaled. Wondrous was the joy, as well as the
sorrow of our Lord Jesus Christ.
He leads His people through the wilderness and, like Hobab of old, He
knows where they should encamp in the wilderness and understands all
the way which they must traverse to reach the promised land. He was
made "perfect through suffering." He teaches us no Truth of God as mere
theory, but as matter of actual experiment on His own Person. The
remedy He gives to us He has tested. If there is bitterness for us, He
has quaffed full bowls of it–and if there is sweetness in His cup He
gives us of His joy. All things that have to do with this life and
godliness–the whole science of salvation from the gates of Hell up to
the Throne of God–He understands right well by personal acquaintance.
There is not a single chapter of the Book of Revelation which He does
not comprehend, nor a solitary page of the book of experience which He
does not understand and, therefore, He is fit to teach, having both a
master mind and a master knowledge of that which He comes to inculcate.
Moreover, our great Master, while here below, had a masterly way of
teaching, and this, also, is essential, for it is not every man of vast
knowledge and great mind that can teach others. Aptness to teach is
required. We know some whose utterances never seem to be in the tongue
of ordinary men. If they have anything to say, they say it in a jargon
of their own which they and a few of their disciples probably
comprehend, but it is Greek to the common people. Blessed is that
teacher who teaches what he understands, himself, in a way which
enables others to understand him! I like the style of old Cobbett when
he said, "I not only speak so that men can understand me, but so that
they cannot misunderstand me."
And such a teacher was Christ to His own disciples. When they sat at
His feet He made the Truth of God so clear that wayfaring men, though
fools, need not err therein. By homely parables and phrases which
caught the ear and won the heart, He brought down celestial Truths to
ordinary comprehensions–when the Spirit of God had once cleansed those
comprehensions and made them able to receive the Truth. He taught,
moreover, not only plainly, but lovingly. So gently did He open up
things to His own disciples that it must have been a pleasure to be
ignorant in order to require to be taught–and a greater pleasure,
still, to learn–to learn in such a way! The way in which He taught was
as sweet as the Truth He taught.
Everybody that came into Christ's school felt at home, felt pleased
with their Master and confident that if they could learn anywhere they
must learn at His feet. The Master gave, in connection with His
teaching, a measure of the Holy Spirit–not the full measure–for that
was reserved until He had ascended up on high and the Spirit should
baptize the Church. But He gave to each of His people a measure of the
Spirit of God, by which Truths were not taught to their ears, only, but
to their hearts. Ah, my Brothers, we are not such teachers as Christ!
For, when we have done our best, we can only reach the ear. We cannot
give the Holy Spirit–only He can.
And when the Spirit, this day, comes from Christ and takes of His
things and reveals them to us, then we see yet more of our Lord's
masterly modes of teaching and learn what a Master Jesus is, who writes
His lessons, not on the blackboard, but on the fleshy tablets of the
heart! It is Jesus who gives us schoolbooks–no–He is, Himself, the
Book! It is He who gives us lessons–yes–is, Himself, the Lesson. He
performs before us that which He would have us do, so that when we know
Him, we know what He has to teach! And when we imitate Him, we have
followed the precepts which He gives. Our Lord's way of embodying His
instruction in Himself is a right royal one and none can rival Him in
it.
Do not children learn infinitely more by example than they do by
precept? And this is how our Master teaches us. "Never man spoke like
this Man" is a grand Christian proverb, but it might be eclipsed by
another–"Never man acted like this Man," for this Man's deeds and
words tally with each other–the deeds embody and enforce the words,
give them life–and help us to understand them. He is a Prophet like
unto Moses, because He is mighty both in word and in deed–and so He is
of Prophets and teachers, The Master. Here a master mind, a master
experience and a master mode of teaching! Well is He called, "The
Master."
But, dear Friends, there was, over and above this–if I have not
reached it in what I have already said–a master influence which Jesus,
as The Teacher, had over those who came within His range. They did not
merely see, but feel. They did not only know, but love. They did not
merely prize the lesson, but they worshipped the Teacher. What a Master
was this Christ, whose very Self became the power by which sin was
checked and ultimately cast out! And by which virtue was implanted and
the new life commenced, nourished and brought to perfection. To have
one to teach you who is very dear to you is to make lessons easy.
No child learns better than from a mother qualified to teach, who knows
how to make her lessons sweet by crystallizing them in the sugar of her
own affection! Then it is pleasure, as well as duty, to learn! But no
mother ever won her child's heart, (and there have been tender and
affectionate mothers, too), so thoroughly as Jesus won the heart of
Mary! Or, I may say, as Jesus has won your heart and mine, if you feel
as my heart feels to my Lord. From Him we need no reasons to prove what
He says–His love is the logic which proves everything to us. With Him
we hold no debate– what He has done for us has answered every question
we could raise. If He tells us what we do not understand, we believe
it. We ask if we may understand it and if He tells us," No"–we stay
where we are and believe the mystery.
We love Him so that we are as glad not to know as to know, if such
should is His will! We believe His silence to be as eloquent as His
speech. And that which He conceals to be as kindly intended as that
which He reveals. Because we love Him He exercises such an influence
over us that, straightway, we prize His teaching and receive it. The
more we know Him and the more His inexpressibly delightful influence
dominates our nature, the more completely we yield up imagination,
thought, reason, everything, to Him! Men may call us fools for it, but
we have learned, at Jesus' feet, that "the world by wisdom knew not
God" and that unless we are converted and become as little children, we
shall in no wise enter the kingdom of Heaven. And therefore we are not
upset when the world thinks us childish and credulous.
The world is growing more manly and more foolish–and we are growing
more childlike and more wise. We reckon that to grow downward into our
Lord Jesus is the surest and truest growth! And when we shall have
grown clean down to nothing–and even lower till we are less than
nothing–then we shall be fully grown in the school of Jesus! And then
we shall take a high degree in true learning, knowing the love of
Christ which passes knowledge. We may well call Him Master who has a
masterly mind, a masterly experience and a masterly way of teaching.
And, moreover, wields a masterly influence over His pupils, so that
they are forever bound, heart and soul, to Him and count Him to be,
Himself, His own highest lesson, as well as the chief of all
instructors!
Having proved that our beloved Lord is fairly entitled to the name, let
me add that He is, by office, the sole and only Master of the Church.
There is, in the Christian Church, no authority for a doctrine but
Christ's Word. The inspired Book which He has left us, charging us
never to diminish a letter or add a syllable, is our imperial code, our
authorized creed, our settled standard of belief. I hear a great deal
said of sundry, "bodies of divinity," but my own impression is that
there never was but one Body of Divinity and there never will be but
one–and that is Jesus Christ in whom "dwells all the fullness of the
Godhead bodily." To the true Church, her Body of Divinity is Christ.
Some Churches refer to other standards, but we know no standard of
theology but our Master. "I, if I am lifted up," He says, "will draw
all men unto
Me."
We feel no drawings towards any other master! Jesus Christ is the
standard–"Unto Him shall the gathering of the people be." We are not
of those who will go no further than Martin Luther. Blessed be God for
Martin Luther! God forbid that we should say a word in depreciation of
him. But were we baptized unto Martin Luther? Of course not! Some can
never budge an inch beyond John Calvin, whom I reverence, first, of all
merely mortal men. But still, John Calvin is not our master but only a
more advanced pupil in the school of Christ! He teaches, and, as far as
he teaches as Christ taught, he is authoritative, but where Calvin goes
apart from Jesus, he is no more to be followed than Voltaire, himself!
There are brethren whose one reference for everything is to the
utterances of John Wesley. "What would Mr. Wesley have said?" is a
weighty question with them. We think it a small matter what he would
have said, or what he did say for the guidance of Christians, now, so
many years after his departure! Far better is it to enquire what Jesus
says in His Word! One of the grandest of men that ever lived was
Wesley, but he is no master of ours. We were not baptized in the name
of John Wesley, or John Calvin, or Martin Luther! "One is our Master,
even Christ." And now the Parliament of our country is about to set
apart a learned judge to decide what is right in a so-called Church of
Christ! And he is to say, " This garment you may wear, and that you
shall not; up to here your ritual shall go but no further."
In his person the House of Commons is to be recognized as the creator,
lord and master of the Church of England, to whom he will say, "Do
this," and she will do it, or "Refrain," and she will stay her hand.
She must crouch and bend, and take her meat like any dog from the hand
that patronizes her! And her collar, made of what brass or leather
Caesar chooses to ordain, shall bear this motto, "His servants you are
whom you obey." Why, the poorest minister in the most despised of our
Churches, whose poverty is thought to make him contemptible, but whose
poverty is his glory if he bears it for Christ's sake, would scorn to
have any spiritual act of his Church submitted to the judgment of the
State! And he would sooner die than be dictated to in the matter of
Divine worship!
What has the Church to do with the State? Our Master and Lord has set
up a kingdom which acknowledges no other King but Himself. We cannot
bow and will not bow before decrees of Parliament and lords and kings
in spiritual things. Christ's Church has but one Head and that is
Christ! The doctrines which the Church has to teach cannot be tested by
a Court of Arches, or a bench of bishops, or a synod of ministers, or a
presbytery, or a conference. The Lord Jesus Christ has taught us this
and if His teaching is contradicted, the contradiction is treason
against His crown! Though the whole Church were assembled and that
Church the true one, if it should contradict the teaching of Christ,
its decrees ought to be no more to a Christian than the whistling of
the wind upon the mountain wilds! Christ is Master and none but Christ!
Though an Apostle or an angel from Heaven preach any other doctrine
than that of our Lord, let him be accursed! I would God that all
Christians stood up for this. Then would–
"Sects and names and parties fall, And Jesus Christ be All in All."
He is the sole Teacher and the sole Legislator. A Church has a right to
execute Christ's Laws, but she has no right to make a law. The
ministers of Christ are bound to carry out the rules of Christ–and
when they do so, what is bound on earth is bound in Heaven. But if they
have acted upon any rules other than those of this Book, their laws are
only worthy of contempt! Be they what they may, they bind no Christian
heart! The yoke Christ put on us shall be our joy to wear! But the yoke
which prelates would thrust upon us shall be our glory to trample on!
"If the Son make you free, you shall
be free, indeed." "Stand fast, therefore in the liberty wherewith
Christ has made you free and be not entangled, again, with the yoke of
bondage."
"The Master." That is the name Christ should receive throughout the
whole Church and He should be regarded always, and on all occasions,
and in reference to all spiritual subjects, as the last Court of
Appeal, whose inspired Word is–
"The judge that ends the strife Where wit and reason fail."
Thus much upon the propriety of the title.
II. But now, secondly, let us consider THE PECULIAR RECOGNITION WHICH
MARY GAVE TO CHRIST AS
THE MASTER. How did she give that recognition? She became His
pupil–she sat right reverently at His feet. Beloved, if He is our
Master, let us do the same! Let us take every Word of Jesus, weigh it,
read it, mark it, learn it, feed on it and inwardly digest it. I am
afraid we do not read our Bibles as we should, or attach such
importance as we ought to every shade of expression which our Master
uses.
I would like to see a picture of Mary sitting at the Master's feet.
Great artists have painted the Virgin Mary so often that they might
consider a change and sketch this Mary looking up with a deep, fixed
gaze–drinking all in and treasuring all up–sometimes startled by a
new thought and a fresh doctrine and then inquiringly waiting till her
face beams with unspeakable delight as new light gladdens her heart.
Her attentive discipleship proved how truly Jesus was her Master.
Then, mark, she was not only His disciple, but she was a disciple of
nobody else. I do not know whether Gamaliel was in fashion, then, but
she did not sit at his feet. I dare say there was some Rabbi Ben Simon,
or other famous doctors of the period–but Mary never spent an hour
with them–for every moment she could spare was set apart, joyously
spent at the feet of a far dearer Rabbi! I wonder whether she was a
little deaf and so sat close to the Teacher for fear of losing a word!
Perhaps she feared she might be slow of heart and so she got as near
the Preacher as others do who have a little deafness in their ears! Any
way, her favorite place was close at His feet. That shows us, since we
are always dull of hearing in our souls, that it is good to get very
close to Jesus when we are hearing Him and commune while we listen. She
did not change from Him to someone else for variety's sake. No, The
Master, her Master, her only Master, was the Nazarene whom others
despised, but whom she called her Lord.
She was a willing scholar, for, "Mary has chosen the good part," said
Jesus. Nobody sent her to sit at Jesus' feet. Jesus drew her and she
could not help coming, but she loved to be there. She was a willing and
delighted listener. Never was she so happy as when she had her
choice–that choice being always to learn of Him. Children at school
always learn well if they want to learn. If they are forced to attend
school, they learn but little, comparatively–but when they want to go,
and when they love the teacher–it is quick learning with them and
happy is the teacher who has a class that has chosen him to teach them!
Mary could well call Him, "The Master," for she rendered Him her sole
attention, her loving and delighted attention.
And, mark you, in choosing Christ for Master, sheperseveringly stuck to
Him. Her choice was not taken away from her and she did not give it up.
Martha looked very cross one day. How was she to see to the roast and
the other dishes at once? How could she be expected to prepare the
table and to look to the fire in the kitchen, too? Why could not Mary
come? And she scowled, I do not doubt. But it did not matter. Mary
still sat there. Perhaps she did not even notice Martha's face–I think
she did not, for the saints do not notice other countenances when
Christ's beauty is to be seen– there is something so absorbing about
Him! He takes you all into Himself and bears you right away, drawing
not only all men, but all of men to Himself, when He does draw. And so
she sat there and listened.
Those children will learn who stick to their books, who come not
sometimes to study, but are always learning. So Mary recognized the
Lord Jesus Christ's Master-Teachership by giving to Him that
persevering attention which such a Master-Teacher had a right to claim.
She went humbly to Him, for while she sat at His feet for nearness, she
sat there, too, out of deep humiliation of spirit. She felt it her
highest honor to be sitting in the lowest place, for lowly was her
mind. They shall learn most of Christ who think least of themselves.
When a place at His feet seems to be too good for us, or at any rate we
are more than content with it, then will His speech distil as the rain
and drop as the dew–and we shall be as the tender herbs that drink in
sweet refreshment–and our souls shall grow!
Blessed were you, O Mary! And blessed is each one of you, if you can
call Christ your Master and prove it as she did! You shall have the
good part which shall not be taken away from you.
III. Now I come to my third point, which is this–THE SPECIAL SWEETNESS
OF THE NAME TO US. I have
shown why it was peculiarly recognized by Mary and now I would show
that it has a peculiar sweetness for us, also. "The Master," or, "My
Master," or, "My Teacher." I love that name in my own soul, because it
is as a Teacher that Jesus Christ is my Savior. The best illustration I
can give you is that of one of those poor little boys in the street, an
"Arab," without father and mother, or with parents worse than none. The
poor child is covered with filth and rags. He is well-known to the
police and has seen the inside of many a jail. But a teacher of a
Ragged School has laid hold of him and instructs him–and he is now
washed and clothed and happy.
Now, that poor boy does not know the sweetness of, "my father," or, "my
mother." He does not recognize anything in those titles. Perhaps he
never knew them, or only knew such a form of them as to disgust him.
But with what a zest does he say, "My teacher!" These little children
say, "My teacher," with quite as much affection as others speak of
their mother! Where there has been a great moral change worked by the
influence of a teacher, the name, "my teacher," has great sweetness in
it.
Now listen to the parable of the ragged boy and his teacher! I was that
ragged child! Truly, I did not think myself ragged, for I was foolish
enough to think my rags were fine garments and that my filth was my
beauty! I knew not what I was. My Teacher saw me. He knew how foul I
was and how ragged I was. And He taught me to see myself–and also to
believe that He could wash me whiter than snow. Yes, He went further
and actually washed me till I was clean before the Lord. My Teacher
showed me a wardrobe of snow-white linen garments and clothed me in
them. My Teacher has taught me a thousand things and worked innumerable
good works upon me! I owe my salvation wholly to my Teacher, my Master,
my Lord.
Can you say the same? I know you can if you are, indeed, disciples of
Jesus! "My Teacher" means to you, "my Savior," for He saved you by
teaching you your disease and your remedy–teaching you how wrong you
were and making you right by His teaching. The word, Master, or,
Teacher, has to us a delightful meaning, for it is by His teaching that
we are saved. Let me tell you how, as a preacher, I love that name, "my
Master." I like to feel that what I said to those people on Sunday was
not mine. I preached my Master–and I preached what my Master told me.
Some find fault with the doctrine. I do not mind that, because it was
none of mine, it was my Master's! If I were a servant and went to the
front door with a message–and the gentleman to whom I took it did not
like the message–I would say, "Do not be vexed with me, Sir. I have
told you my master's message to the best of my ability–and I am not
responsible for it. It is my master's word, not mine."
When there are no souls converted it is dreary work, and one's heart is
heavy, but it is sweet to go and tell your Master. And when souls are
converted and your heart is glad, it is a happy and a healthy thing to
give all the glory to your Master. It must be an awkward thing to be an
ambassador from the English court in some far-off land where there is
no telegraph and where the ambassador has to act on his own
responsibility. He must feel it a serious burden. But, blessed be God,
between every true minister and his Master there is a telegraphic
communication–he need never do anything on his own account. He may
imitate the disciples of John, who, when they had taken up the
Baptist's mangled body, went and told Jesus. That is the thing to do!
There are difficulties in all Churches, troubles in all families and
cares in all businesses–but it is good to have a Master to whom you
can go as a servant, feeling, "He has the responsibility of the whole
concern–not I! I have only to do what He bids me." If we once step
beyond our Lord's commands, the responsibility rests on us–and our
trouble begins! But if we follow our Lord, we cannot go astray. And is
not this a sweet name to quote when you are troubled, dear Friends?
Perhaps some of you are in trouble now. How it removes fear when you
find out that He who sent the trouble is the Teacher who teaches you by
the trouble–the Master who has a right to use what form of teaching He
likes! In our schools much is learned from the blackboard. And in
Christ's school much is learned from affliction.
You have heard the story often, but I venture to repeat it again, of
the gardener who had preserved with great care a very choice rose. One
morning when he went into the garden it was gone. He scolded his fellow
servants and felt very grieved, till someone said, "I saw the master
coming through the garden, this morning, and I believe he took the
rose." "Oh, then," said the gardener, "if the master took it, I am
content." Have you lost a dear child, or a wife, or a friend? It
was HE that took your flower! It belonged to Him. Would you wish to
keep what Jesus wants? We are asked to pray, sometimes, for the lives
of good people, and I think we may. But I have not always exercised
faith while pleading, because it seemed to me that Christ pulled one
way and I pulled the other.
I said, "Father, let them be here," and Jesus said, "Father, I will
that they be with Me where I am." And one could not pull very hard,
then! Only feel that Christ is drawing the other way and you directly
give up. You say, "Let the Master have it. The servant cannot oppose
the Master." It is the Lord. Let Him do what seems good to Him. I was
dumb with silence. I opened not my mouth because You said it. Our
Master learned that lesson, Himself, which He teaches us. That is a
very striking expression, "Father, I thank You that You have hid these
things from the wise and prudent, and have revealed them unto babes.
Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in Your sight." It pleased God
to pass by the wise and prudent and, therefore, it pleased Christ that
it should be so.
It is well to have our hearts like that poor shepherd to whom a
gentleman said, "I wish you a good day." Said he, "I never knew a bad
day." "How is that, my Friend?" "The days are such as God chooses to
make them and, therefore, they are all good." "Well," said the other,
"but some days please you more than others?" "No," he said, "what
pleases God pleases me." "Well, but have you not a choice?" asked the
other. "Yes, I have a choice, and that is, I choose that God should
choose for me." "But have you not a choice whether you would live or
die?" "No," he said, "for if I am here Christ will be with me. And if I
am in Heaven I shall be with Him." "But suppose you had to choose?" "I
would ask God to choose for me," he said. Oh, sweet simplicity which
leaves everything with God! This is calling Jesus, Master, to
perfection–
"Pleased with all the Lord provides, Weaned from all the world
besides."
Once again, dear Friends, it is sweet for us to call Jesus, Master,
because in so doing we take a position easy to reach and yet most
delightful. To call Him, Bridegroom–what an honor it is to be so near
akin to the Son of God! Friend is a familiar and honorable title–to
call Him, Master, however, is often easier and it is quite as
sweet–for in His service, if we take no higher place, is pure delight
to us! If our hearts are right, to do the Lord's bidding is as much as
we can ask for! Though we are sons, now, and not slaves, and therefore
our service is of a different character from what it ever was before,
yet service is delight. What will Heaven be but perpetual service? Here
we labor to enter into rest–there they enter into rest while they
labor! Their rest is the perfect obedience of their fully sanctified
spirits.
Are you not panting for it? Will it not be one of your greatest joys in
Heaven to feel that you are His servant? The glorified ones are called
His servants in Heaven. "His servants shall serve Him and they shall
see His face, and His name shall be on their foreheads." Rid us of sin
and we should be in Heaven now! Earth would be Heaven to us! I want
you, dear Brethren in Christ, to go away rolling this sweet word under
your tongue–"My Master." "My Master!" You will never hear better music
than that–"My Master!" "My Master!" Go and live as servants should
live. Mind you, make Him truly your Master, for He says, "If I am a
Master where is My honor?" Speak well of Him, for servants should speak
well of a good Master. And no servant ever had so dear a Master as He
is.
But there are some of you who cannot say this. I wish you could. Jesus
is not your Master. Who is, then? You have a master somewhere, for,
"his servants you are whom you obey." Now, if you obey the lusts of the
flesh, your master is your flesh and the wages will be corruption–for
that is what flesh comes to–corruption, and nothing better! Or your
master is the devil, and his wages must be death. Run away from such a
master! Mostly, when servants leave their masters they are bound to
give notice, but here is a case in which no notice should ever be
given. When the prodigal son ran away from feeding the swine, he never
stopped to give notice that he was going to leave the pigs. He just
took off–and I recommend every sinner to run, by the Grace of God,
straight away from his sins.
Stopping to give notice is the ruin of many. They mean to be sober, but
they must treat their good resolution to another glass or two. They
intend to think about Divine things, but they must go to the theater
once more. They would gladly serve Christ, but tomorrow, not tonight.
If I had such a master as you have–you who live in sin–I would get up
and away at once, by the Grace of God, and say, "I will have Christ for
my Lord." Look at your evil master. Look at his cunning eyes! Can you
not see that he is a flatterer? He means your ruin! He will destroy you
as he has already destroyed millions! That horrid leer of sin, that
painted face–consider them and abhor them! Serve not a master who,
though he
gives you fair promises, labors for your destruction! Up and away, you
slaves of sin! Eternal Spirit, come and break their chains! Sweet Star
of Liberty, guide them to the free country and let them find, in Jesus
Christ, their liberty!
My Master rejoices to receive runaways! His door is open to vagrants
and vagabonds, to the scum of the earth and the off-scouring of all
things–to men that are dissatisfied with themselves–to wretches who
have no joy in their lives and are ready to lie down and die! "This Man
receives sinners." He is like David who went into Adullam. Every man
that was in debt and discontented came to him and he became a captain
over them. As Romulus and Remus gathered the first population of new
Rome by harboring escaped slaves and robbers, whom they trained into
citizens and made to be brave soldiers, so my Master has laid the
foundation of the new Jerusalem and He looks for His citizens–yes, the
noblest of them, over yonder there, where sin and Satan hold them
captive–and He bids us sound out the silver trumpet and tell the
slaves of sin that if they flee to Him, He will never give them up to
their old master! He will emancipate them, make them citizens of His
great city, sharers of His bounties, partakers in His triumphs and they
shall be His in the day when He makes up His jewels!
I remember preaching in this strain, once, and an old sea captain told
me after the sermon that he had served under the black flag for 50
years, and by the Grace of God he would tear the old rag down and run
up the blood red Cross at the masthead. I recommended him not merely to
change his flag, but to see that the vessel was repaired. But he wisely
replied that repairing would be of no use to such an old water-logged
hulk–he had better scuttle the old ship and have a new one. I reckon
that is the best thing to do–to be dead, indeed, unto sin, and made
alive in Christ Jesus–for you may do what you will with the old wreck
of fallen Nature, you will never keep it afloat.
The old man must be crucified with Christ! It must be dead, buried and
sunk fifty thousand fathoms deep, never to be heard of again. In the
new vessel which Jesus launches in the day of our regeneration, with
the blessed flag of atoning blood above us, we will sail to Heaven
convoyed by Irresistible Grace, giving God the glory forever and ever!
Amen.
PORTION OF SCRIPTURE READ BEFORE SERMON–John 11. HYMNS FROM "OUR OWN
HYMN BOOK"–797, 769, 768.
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