The Strait Gate
(No. 3560)
A SERMON PUBLISHED ON THURSDAY, APRIL 19, 1917.
DELIVERED BY C. H. SPURGEON,
AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.
"Strive to enter in at the strait gate; for many, I say unto you, will
seek to enter in, and shall not be able." Luke 13:24.
THE precepts of our Lord Jesus Christ are dictated by the soundest
wisdom. He has given us Divine Prescriptions for the health of our
souls and His Commandments, though clothed with Sovereign Authority,
are spoken in such infinite kindness that we may regard them as the
advice of a true and faithful Friend. This is not a legal, but a Gospel
exhortation, "Strive to enter in at the strait gate." He, Himself, is
the only gate, or the door, by which we can find admission, and the way
to enter in through Jesus Christ is not by working, but by believing!
Then, as to the strife we are urged to carry on, it is an earnest
endeavor to steer clear of all the rocks, shoals and quicksands of
popular fallacies and deceitful traditions, and to sail in the deep
waters with His Covenant for our chart, and His Word for our compass,
in simple obedience to His statutes, trusting to Him as our Pilot,
whose voice we always hear, though His face we cannot see. The storm
signal may well awaken your fears, but the cry of peril had need excite
your caution. The mere mention sounds like a menace. "Many shall seek
to enter in, and shall not be able." Listen to that warning, lest you
be among the, "many" that founder–perhaps you shall be among the few
that escape. Listen to what Jesus tells you shall come to pass with the
multitude, that it may never come to pass with you as individuals. Mark
now–
I. A GATE WHICH IT IS MOST DESIRABLE TO ENTER.
Surely "many" would not seek to enter if they were not convinced of the
desirableness of passing through it! The very fact that so many,
although they fail, will at least seek to enter, proves that there is a
desire, a reason and a motive why men and women should aim to enter.
This gate–that is, Christ–it is most desirable for us to pass through
because it is the gate of the City of Refuge. Cities of refuge were
appointed for men-slayers, who, when they were pursued by the avenger
of blood, they might pass the gate and be secure within the sanctuary
or city. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is intended as a refuge for those
who have broken the Law of God, whom vengeance is pursuing, who will
certainly be overtaken, to their eternal destruction, unless they fly
to Christ and find shelter in Him. Outside of Christ the sword of fire
pursues us swift and sharp. From God's wrath there is but one
escape–and that is by a simple faith in Christ. Believe in Him and the
sword is sheathed, and the energy and the love of God will become your
everlasting portion! But refuse to believe in Jesus and your
innumerable sins, written in His book, shall be laid at your door in
that day when the pillars of Heaven shall reel and the stars shall fall
like withered fig leaves from the tree! Oh, who would not wish to
escape from the wrath to come! Mr. Whitefield, when preaching, would
often hold up his hands and cry, "Oh, the wrath to come! The wrath to
come! The wrath to come!" There is more weight and meaning in these
words than tongue can tell or heart conceive. The wrath to come! the
wrath to come! When past that Gate, like Noah after he had passed into
the ark, you are safe from the overwhelming de-luge–you are sheltered
from the devouring conflagration which shall consume the earth–you are
rescued from the death and the doom that await the countless multitudes
of the impenitent! Who would not wish to enter where there is
salvation, the only place where salvation can be found?
It is desirable to enter this gate because it is the gate of a home.
There is sweet music in that word, "home." Jesus is the home of His
people's hearts. We are at rest when we get to Christ. We have all we
need when we have Jesus. Happiness is the portion of the Christian in
this life while he lives upon his Savior. I have seen outside in the
night refugee crowds of persons waiting an hour beforehand, till the
doors were opened. Poor souls! Shivering in the cold, but in
expectation of being warmed and comforted in a little time for a little
while, when they would be admitted. What do you think, Ohomeless men
and women–were there a permanent home for you, a home from which you
never could be banished, a home into which you could be introduced as
dear children–would it not be worth your while to wait for a long time
at the door, and to knock again and again right vehemently, could you
but ultimately gain admission? Jesus is a home for the homeless, a rest
for the weary, a comfort for the comfortless. Is your heart
broken–Jesus can comfort you! Have you been banished from your family,
or one by one have the dear ones been taken to their last resting
place? Do you feel solitary, friendless, cheerless, accounting "the
black flowing river" to be preferred before this troubled stream of
life, and that pitiless society of men and women, all eager for gain
and gaiety, reckoning nothing of your griefs or your groans? Oh, come
to Jesus! Trust in Him and He will light up a star in the black
midnight sky! He will kindle a fire in your hearts that shall make them
glow with joy and comfort, even now! It were worthwhile to be a
Christian, irrespective of the hereafter. Such present comfort as a
belief in Jesus imparts is an inestimable compensation! This is the
gate of refuge, and it is the gate of a home.
Moreover, it leads to a blessed feast. We read just now of the supper
that was spread. Jesus does not feed our bodies, but He does what is
better–He feeds our minds. A hungry stomach is terrible, but a hungry
heart is far more dreadful, for a loaf of bread will fill the one, but
what can satisfy the other? Oh, when the heart gets to craving, and
pining, and yearning after something it cannot get, it is like the sea
that cannot rest–it is like the grave that never can be filled–it is
like the horseleech, whose daughters cry, "Give, give, give!" Happy the
man who believes in Jesus, for he becomes at once a contented man. Not
only does he find rest in Christ, but joy and gladness, peace and
abiding satisfaction are the portion of his lot. I tell you what I do
know–and I would not lie, even for the Lord, Himself–I tell you that
there is a mirth to be found in faith in Christ which cannot be
matched! Speak of their buoyant spirits who make merry in the dance, or
of the festive glee of those that are filled with wine? It is but the
crackling of a handful of thorns under a pot– how soon it is gone! But
the joy of the man who meditates on the love of Christ which embraces
him, on the blood of Christ which cleanses him, on the arm of Christ
which upholds him, on the hand of Christ which leads him, on the crown
of Christ which is to be his portion–the joy of such a man is
constant, deep, overflowing, beyond the power of expression! The
poorest Christian in all the world–bedridden, living on parish
allowance, full of pains and ready to die–when his heart is stayed
upon Christ, would not change places with the youngest, brightest,
richest, noblest spirit to be found outside the Church of God! No,
kings and emperors, boast no more of your beggarly crowns–their
glitter will soon fade! Your purple robes will soon be moth eaten! Your
silver shall soon be cankered–of your palace, not a stone shall be
left upon its fellow! Bitter shall be the dregs of your wine cups and
all your music shall end in discord! I tell you that the poorest of all
the company of the faithful in Christ Jesus excel you, and "would not
change their blest estate for all that earth calls good or great." So
abundantly worthwhile is it to come to Christ for the happiness, as
well as the repose, which we find in Him.
Well likewise, dear Friends, may men desire to pass through the strait
gate, knowing it is the gate which leads to Pa-radise.There was one
gate of Paradise through which our father–Adam–and our
mother–Eve–went weeping as they left the Garden all behind them to
wander into the desert world. Can you picture them to yourselves, with
the cherubim behind them and the flaming sword bidding them be gone,
for Paradise was no place for rebels? Men have wandered up and down the
world since then to find the gate of Paradise, that they might enter
yet again. They have scaled the peaks of Sinai, but they have not found
it there. They have traversed the tracks of the wilderness, weary and
footsore, jaded and faint, but they have found no gate to Paradise
anywhere in all their expeditions. The scholar has searched for it in
the ancient books. The astronomer has hunted for it among the stars.
Sages, as they were called, have sought to find it by studying their
arts–and fools have tried to find it among their viols and their
bowls. But there is only one gate! Look, there it is! It is in the form
of a cross, and he that will find the gate of Heaven finds the Cross
and the Man that did hang thereon! Happy he who can come up to it and
pass through it, reposing all his confidence in the Atonement once made
by the Man of Suffering on Calvary's tree. On earth he is saved, and in
the article of death he shall pass through that gate of pearl
unchallenged, walk the streets of gold unabashed and bow before the
excellent Glory without a fear! He is free in Heaven. The Cross is a
mark of a citizen of the skies! Having truly believed in Jesus,
everlasting happiness is his beyond all doubt! Who, then, would not
pass through the strait gate?
And who would not wish to pass through it when he considers what will
be the lot of those outside the gate? How we tremble at the thought of
that outer darkness where shall be weeping, and wailing, and gnashing
of teeth! There aremany enquiries, nowadays, about eternal punishment.
Oh, Brothers and Sisters, do not rashly or carelessly challenge the
bitter experience of such condemnation! Speculate as you will about the
Doctrine, but I pray you do not trifle with the reality. To be lost
forever, let that mean what it may, will be more than you can bear
though your ribs were iron and your bones were brass. Tempt not the
avenging angel! Beware that you forget not God, lest He tear you in
pieces and there be no one to deliver you! By the living God, I pray
you fear and tremble, lest you be found out of Chris in the day of His
appearing. Rest not, be not patient, much less merry, till you are
saved! To be in danger of the fire of Hell is a peril that no heart can
adequately realize, no language fitly paint! Oh, I beseech you, halt
not, give yourself no rest till you have got beyond that danger! Flee
for your lives, for the fiery shower will soon descend! Escape! God, in
His mercy, quicken your pace that you may escape soon, lest the hour of
mercy cease and the Day of Judgment come! Surely these are reasons
enough for wanting to pass in at the strait gate! Observe still further
what our Lord tells us.
II. THERE IS A CROWD OF PEOPLE WHO WILL SEEK TO ENTER AND WILL NOT BE
ABLE. Who are these? If you look closely at the crowd who this day seek
to pass, I think you will see a considerable difference between seeking
and striving. You are not merely advised to seek–you are urgently bid
to strive. Striving is a more vehement exercise than seeking. Are you
among those who coolly seek admission because, forsooth, they suppose
it is the proper thing? Many there are who come up to the gate of mercy
and seek to enter, not striving, not particularly anxious, certainly
far enough from being agitated. And when they look at the gate, they
object to the lintel because it is too low, nor will they deign to
stoop. There is no believing in Jesus with a proud heart! He that
trusts Christ must feel himself to be guilty, and acknowledge it. He
never will savingly believe till he has been thoroughly convinced of
sin. But many say, "I will never stoop to that. Unless I have something
to do in the work, and share some of the merit, I cannot enter." No,
Sirs, some of you are quite unable to believe in Christ because you
believe in yourselves! As long as a man thinks himself a fine fellow,
how can he think well of Jesus? You eclipse the sun! You hold up your
own little hands before the sunlight– how can you expect to see? You
are too good to go to Heaven, or, at least, too good in your own
apprehension. Oh, Man, I pray God will prick that bubble, that blown-up
bladder, and let out the gas so that you may discern what you really
are, for you are nothing, after all, but a poor worm, contemptible,
notwithstanding your conceit and pride, in spite of your poverty, an
arrogant worm, that dares to lift up its head when it has nothing to
glory in! Oh, bow yourself in lowly self-abhorrence, otherwise you may
seek to enter, but shall not be able!
Some are unable to enter because the pride of life will not let them.
They come to this gate in their carriage and pair, and expect to drive
in, but they cannot get admission. There is no different way of
salvation for a peer of the realm than for a pauper in the workhouse!
The greatest prince that ever lived must trust Jesus just as the
poorest peasant does. I recollect a minister once telling me that he
attended the bedside of a very proud woman, of considerable wealth, and
she said to him, "Do you think, Sir, that when I am in Heaven, such a
person as Betty–my maid–will be in the same place as I am? I never
could endure her company here. She is a good servant in her way, but I
am sure I could not put up with her in Heaven." "No, Madam," he said,
"I do not suppose you will ever be where Betty will be." He knew Betty
to be one of the humblest and most consistent of Christian women
anywhere–and he might have told her proud mistress that in the sight
of God, meekness is preferable to majesty. The Lord Jesus, in the day
of His coming, will wipe out all such distinctions as may very properly
exist on earth, though they cannot be recognized beyond the skies. Oh,
rich man, glory not in your richest! All your wealth, if you could take
it with you, would not buy a single paving stone in the streets of
Heaven! Do not trust in this poor stuff! Oh, lay it aside as a crown of
glorying, and pass humbly through the gate with Lazarus!
Some are unable to enter because they carry contraband goods with them.
When you land in France, there stands the gendarme who wants to see
what you are carrying in that basket. If you attempt to push by, you
will soon find yourself in custody. He must know what is
there–contraband goods cannot be taken in. So at the gate of mercy
which is Christ, no man can be saved if he desires to keep his sins. He
must give up every false way. "Oh," says the drunk, "I'd like to get to
Heaven, but I must smuggle in this bottle somehow." "I would like to be
a Christian," says another. "I do not mind taking Dr. Watts' hymns with
me, but I should like, sometimes, to sing a Bacchanalian song, or a
light serenade." "Well," cries another, "I enjoy myself on Sunday with
God's people, but you must not deny me the amusements of the world
during the week–I cannot give them up." Well then you cannot enter,
for Jesus Christ never saves us in our sins–He saves us from our sins.
"Doctor," says the fool, "make me well, but I'd like to keep my fever."
"No," says the doctor, "how can you be well while you keep the fever?"
How can a man be saved from his sins while he clings to his sins? What
is salvation but to be delivered from sin? Sin lovers may seek to be
saved, but they shall not be able–while they hug their sins–they
cannot have Christ! Some of you are in this grievous predicament. You
have been attending this House of Prayer a good long time. I do not
know what hinders you, but this I do know, there is a worm somewhere
eating out the heart of that fair looking apple. Some private sin that
you pamper is destroying your souls! Oh, that you had Grace to give it
up and to come in by the strait gate, trusting in Jesus Christ!
Not a few are unable to enter in because they want to postpone the
matter until tomorrow. Today, at any rate, you are engaged with other
plans and projects. "A little longer let me revel in some of the
sensual enjoyments of life, and afterwards I will come in."
Procrastinators are among the most hopeless of people! He that has
"tomorrow" quivering on his lips is never likely to have Grace reigning
in his heart.
Others, and these are in the worst plight of all, think that they are
in and that they have entered. They mistake the outside of the gate for
the inside! A strange mistake to fall into, but many do thus delude
themselves. They rub their backs against the posts and then they tell
us they are as near Heaven as anybody else. They have never passed the
thre-shold–they have never found shelter in Christ–albeit they may
have felt wonderfully excited at a revival meeting, and sung as loudly
and lustily as any of the congregation–
"Ido believe, I will believe."
There is a considerable show of reformation about them. Although they
have not got a new garment, they have mended up the old one. They are
not new creatures, but still, they are better behaved creatures than
they were before! And they are, "all right." Be not deceived, my dear
Friends! Beware of mistaking a work of nature for the operation of
God's Grace. Do not be taken in by the devil's counterfeits. They are
well made–they look genuine–when they are brand new they shine and
glitter like fine gold, but they will not stand the test! Everyone of
them will have a nail driven through them one day–they will never pass
current with God. If you have a religion, let it be real and true, not
feigned and hypocritical! Of all cheats, the man who cheats himself is
certainly the least wise and, I think he is the least honest. Do not
play the knave with your own soul! Suspect yourself too much rather
than too little. Better journey to Heaven in terror of Hell than dream
of the happy land while drifting in the other direction. "Ah, that
deceit should steal such gentle shapes!" Be on your guard, everyone of
you. Let not anyone deceive himself!
Thus it is that a crowd–I had almost said a countless crowd–of people
nowadays seek to enter in, but for manifold reasons they are not able
to do so. And yet there is a more appalling aspect to the same fact.
"Many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able."
The dying are not able. Panic-stricken, the dying man sends for the
minister whom he never went to hear when his health was good and hours
hung heavy in his hands. The charm of Sundays lay in their
dissipation–an excursion up the river, or a cheap trip to Brighton and
back–anything, everything, sooner than hear the Gospel! He never read
his Bible. He never prayed. Now the doctor shakes his head and the
nurse suggests that they "fetch a clergyman." Poor soul! She means
right, but what do you think he can do? What can we ministers do for
you? What can any man do for his fellow creature? "None of us can by
any means redeem his brother, nor give to God a ransom for him." He
begins to seek, when, alas, he cannot think, poor fellow, for he is in
articulo mortis, with the throes of his last struggle! His head swims,
pains grow at his vitals, a glassy film is over his eyes, rambling
words fall from his lips. Could he think, he has got something else to
think about than the dread future that awaits him! Look at his weeping
wife. See those dear children, brought in to get a last kiss from their
father? Were his mind more vigorous, it were not likely to be taken up
with spiritual thoughts–there is too much in the solemn farewell to
occupy the moments left in preparation for the future. "Pray for me,
Sir," he says, with fainting, failing breath. Yes, he is seeking to
enter in! In 99 cases out of a 100 I fear the answer is, he shall not
be able. Little hope have I for deathbed repentances. Never trust to
them, I beseech you!
Such a vestibule as a deathbed you may never have. To die in the street
may be your lot. Should you have a deathbed, you will have something
else to think about besides religion. Oh, how often have I heard
Christian men say, when they have been dying, "Ah, Sir, if I had a God
to seek now, what a misery it would be! What a blessing it is that,
with all the cares that now come upon me, I have a sure and certain
hope in Christ, for I found Him years ago." Oh, dear Hearers, do not be
among those who postpone and procrastinate, till, in a dying hour,
after a fashion, you seek to enter and find you shall not be able!
Some years ago I was awakened about three o'clock in the morning by a
sharp ring of the doorbell. I was urged without delay to visit a house
not very far off London Bridge. I went and up two flights of stairs I
was shown into a room, the occupants of which were a nurse and a dying
man. There was nobody else. "Oh, Sir," she said, "Mr. So-and-So, about
half an hour ago, begged me to send for you." "What does he want?" I
asked. "He is dying, Sir," she replied. I said, "I see that. What sort
of a man was he?" "He came home last night, Sir, from Brighton. He had
been out all day. I looked for a Bible, Sir, but there is not one in
the house. I hope you have got one with you." "Oh," I said, "a Bible
would be of no use to him, now! If he could understand me, I could tell
him the way of salvation in the very words of Holy Scripture." I spoke
to him, but he gave me no answer. I spoke again–still there was no
reply. All sense had fled. I stood a few minutes gazing at his face,
till I perceived he was dead–his soul had departed. That man in his
lifetime had been known to jeer at me. In strong language he had often
denounced me as a hypocrite. Yet he was no sooner smitten with the
darts of death than he sought my presence and my counsel, feeling in
his heart, no doubt, that I was a servant of God, though he did not
care to acknowledge it with his lips. There I stood, unable to help
him. Promptly as I had responded to his call, what could I do but look
at his corpse and go home again? He had, when too late, sighed for the
ministry of reconciliation, sought to enter in, but he was not able.
There was no space left him, then, for repentance–he had wasted the
opportunity. Therefore, I pray and beseech you, my dear Hearers, by the
near approach of death–it may be much nearer than you think–give
earnest heed to these things! I look round in this building and note
the pews and sittings from which hearers, whose faces were once
familiar to us have gone–some to Glory, some I know not where. God
knows. Oh, let not the next removal, if it is yours, vacate the seat of
a scoffer, or of a neglecter, or of one who, having been touched in his
conscience, silenced the secret monitor and would not turn! As the Lord
lives, you must turn or burn! You must either repent or be ruined
forever! May God give you wisdom to choose the better part!
It appears from Scripture that even after death there will be some who
will seek to enter and shall not be able. I do not attempt to explain
what I cannot understand, but I find the Master represents those on the
left hand asking a question, "When saw we You hungry, and fed You not?"
As if they had some glimmering hope that the sentence upon them might
be reversed. And I read in another place of those who will come and
knock at the door, and say, "Lord, Lord, open to us." But the Master of
the house, having already risen up and shut the door, will answer,
"Verily, I say unto you, I know you not." Is there, then, such a thing
as prayer in Hell? When the soul has passed out of the body without
hope, will it seek for hope hereafter? Perhaps so. Did not the rich man
pray to Abraham to send Lazarus? It is but natural to expect that, as
they doubted God's promises on earth, they may doubt God's threats in
Hell, and may hope, perhaps, that there will be a way of escape. They
will seek, they will seek, but they shall not be able, not able to
enter Heaven! They said they were not able on earth–they shall find
they are not able in Hell, either! Non possumus is the sinner's cry.
"We are not able to leave our sins! We are not able to believe! We are
not able to be serious! We are not able to be prayerful!" And then, how
it will be thrown back into their teeth! Not able to enter Heaven, not
able to escape from torment, not able to live, not able to die–not
able because the gate of Heaven admits no sinner who has not been
washed in the Redeemer's blood! Back with you, Sir! You would not come
to the Fountain, you would not wash! Back with you! You are not able!
Not able because Heaven is a prepared place for a prepared people, and
you never thought of preparation! Away with you, Sir! How can you enter
when you are not prepared? Heaven is a place for which a fitness is
needed. Men cannot enjoy that which would be contrary to their natures.
Away with you, Sirs! You could not enjoy Heaven if you were admitted,
for you are not changed in heart! Away with you!
What? Do you linger? Do you cry? Do you pray? Do you weep? Do you
entreat? Away with you! No, the angels shall sweep you away, for is it
not written–You yourselves shall be thrust out–unceremoniously driven
and scourged away from the gate of Glory because you would not come to
the gate of Grace? These are terrible things to utter. I well might
shrink from speaking thus, were it not that fidelity to your souls
makes such demands that I must ring the warning. If you die without
faith in Christ, behold there is a gulf fixed between you and Heaven. I
do not know what that means, but I know what idea it gives to me, and
should give to you. Between Heaven and Hell there is no traffic! None
ever passed from Hell to Heaven–
"There are no acts of pardon passed In the cold grave to which we
hasten! But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there!"
They would gladly pass the gulf–were it fire, they could be glad to
pass it! Were it full of torments, many and manifold as a Spanish
Inquisition could invent–they would be glad to bear them–could they
but hope to cross the gulf. But no, the voice is heard–an angel's
voice–"He that is filthy, let him be filthy still; he that is unjust,
let him be unjust still." The wax has cooled–you cannot alter the
impression. The die is cast–you cannot remold it. The tree has
fallen–there it lies.
I wish I could speak now in words that would burn their way right into
your inmost hearts. Alas, I cannot. I must, however, just repeat the
text again, and leave it with you. "Many shall seek in that dread day
to enter, but shall not be able. Oh, enter then, enter! Enter now,
while yet the gate stands wide open and mercy bids you come! Make haste
to enter while yet the avenging angel lingers, and the angel of mercy
stands with outstretched arms and cries, "Whoever will, let him come
and take of the water of life freely." May God, the ever-blessed
Spirit, without whom no warning can be effectual, and no invitation can
be attractive, sweetly compel you to trust Christ tonight! Here is the
Gospel in a few words– Jesus suffered the wrath and torment we justly
merited. He doubtless bore the penalty of your transgressions if you
penitently believe in His Sacrifice. When you trust in Him for pardon,
'tis proof your sins were laid on Him for judgment! You are, therefore,
a forgiven man! A pardoned woman! You are saved–saved forever! If you
have a simple, child-like trust, you may go home singing for joy of
heart, knowing that you have already entered the strait gate! And Grace
on earth and glory in Heaven lie before you! May God bless you richly,
and may you adore Him gratefully, for His dear name's sake. Amen.