From The Dunghill To The Throne
DELIVERED ON SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 5, 1865,
BY C. H. SPURGEON, AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.
"He raises up the poor out of the dust and lifts the needy out of the
dunghill, that He may set him with princes, even with the princes of
His people." Psalm 113:7,8.
THE greatness and majesty of the Most High God are utterly
inconceivable. The most masterly minds, when in the most spiritual
state, have felt it impossible for the utmost stretch of their
imagination to reach to the grandeur of God. Our loftiest conceptions
of the universe probably fall very far short of what it really
is–although the researches of astronomy have revealed facts surpassing
all the powers of the human mind in the attempt to grasp them. Thought,
reason, understanding, and even imagination are bewildered in the vast
and illimitable fields of space amidst the marvels of God's handiwork.
Yet all the wonders which the human eye has seen, or mortal spirit
guessed at, are but parts of His ways. We have heard no more than one
stanza of creation's never-ending Psalm. We have viewed but one stone
in the vast mosaic of the Maker's works. An infusorial atom of life in
a drop of water may know as much of the great sea as we do of the
universe as a whole. An ant creeping over a sand heap by the seaside
must not boast of having counted the grains which bound the ocean–nor
must the most learned mortal dream that he has a full idea of the vast
creation of God!
Above all this, however, is the fact that all these wondrous works bear
no more proportion to the unseen, all-powerful God, than one line
written by the pen of Milton would bear to His masterly mind. When God
has made all that He ordains to create and when we have seen all that
He has made, yet there remains in Himself infinite possibilities of
creation. The potter is far greater than the vessel which he fashions
and the Lord is infinitely greater than all His works. He fills all
things, but all things cannot fill Him. He contains immensity! He
grasps eternity! But neither immensity nor eternity can encompass Him–
"Great God, how infinite You are!
What worthless worms are we!"
Very fittingly does the Psalmist sing of Him as God humbling Himself to
behold the things which are in Heaven. Those majestic beings–cherubim
and seraphim–who flash with wings of fire to obey the behests of the
Eternal are not to be observed of Him unless, speaking after the manner
of men, in condescension He stoops Himself to view them. We sing of the
Heaven, even the Heaven of heavens, as the Lord's and speak of those
glorious places as being His peculiar abode, and so they are. And yet
the Heaven of heavens cannot contain Him and celestial spirits are as
nothing when compared with Him.
Consider, then, the condescension of the Lord in visiting the sons of
men! What a stoop is here, my Brethren! From the Throne of the Infinite
to the clay tenements of man! Surely in a moment you will perceive that
all gradations of rank among our race of worms must be less than
nothing and even contemptible with Him! He does not consort with kings
when He descends to earth, for what is their mimic pomp to Him? He does
not seek out for Himself regal society as being more worthy of His
dignity than association with poverty, for what is the child's play of
courtly grandeur to Him? A king! What is he but a crowned worm? A king!
What is he but dust and ashes raised a very little higher on the ash
heap than the rest of the dust?
The Lord, therefore, makes but small account of the honor which comes
from man whose breath is in His nostrils–
"With scorn Divine, He turns His eyes From towers of haughty kings."
When His awful chariot rolls downward from the skies He makes men mark
the fact of His condescension by visiting men of low estate. He would
have to stoop to a palace–it is no more if He stoops to a dunghill.
When He is engaged on Mercy's errands, having bowed so low as to enter
a cabinet-council chamber, it is scarcely a step further to the haunt
of poverty and the den of vice. Courage, you most humble of the sons of
men–He who reigns in Heaven despises none. "He raises up the poor out
of the dust and lifts the needy out of the dunghill."
This has frequently occurred in Providence. God in His arrangements
singularly alters the position of men. History is not without many
instances in which the uppermost have become lowest and the lowest have
been highest. Verily, "There are first that shall be last and there are
last that shall be first." Solomon said, "I have seen servants upon
horses and princes walking in the dust." And the same thing has been
seen even in these modern times, when kings have fled their thrones and
men who were prowling about in poverty have mounted to imperial power.
God in Providence often laughs at pedigree and ancestry and stains the
honor and dignity of everything in which human nature boasts itself.
From the kennel to the palace is an easy ascent when Heaven favors. It
is not upon Providence that I intend to dilate this morning. My text
has a special bearing upon God's acts of Grace. Here it is above all
others that we see the condescending sovereignty of His dealings. He
takes the base things of the world and the things that are not, to
bring to nothing the things that are.
He selects for Himself those whom men would have repudiated with
scorn–He covers His tabernacle of witness with badgers' skins, chooses
unhewn stones to be the materials for His altar, a bush for a place of
blazing manifestation and a shepherd boy to be the man after His own
heart. Those persons and things which are despised among men are often
highly esteemed in the sight of God. In considering the text this
morning, let us notice the objects of God's choice. First, where some
of them are. Secondly, how He takes them from their degraded state.
Thirdly, how He lifts them up. And fourthly, where He puts them.
It will be the history of a child of God–from the dunghill to the
throne! Novelists are plastering our walls with sensational titles.
Here is one which might even satisfy them in their ambition to delight
the morbid cravings of this age. "From the dunghill to the throne," is
a subject which ought to win your attention, and if it does not, the
fault must surely lie with me–in it there will always be a blessed
novelty of interest. And yet we thank God that it is a correct
description of the upward experience of all the Lord's people! He finds
tens of thousands in the dunghill-state and bears them up by the arms
of His mercy till He makes them to sit among the princes of His people!
I. We will begin where God began with us. WHERE GOD'S CHOSEN ONES ARE
WHEN HE MEETS WITH THEM. The expression used in the text implies, in
the first place, that many of them are in the lowest scale socially.
Sovereign Grace has a people everywhere–in all ranks and conditions of
men. Were we taken up to Heaven and did the heavenly spirits wear any
token of their rank on earth, we should, on returning, say, "Here and
there I saw a king. I marked a few princes of the blood and a handful
of peers of the realm. I observed a little company of the prudent and a
slender band of the rich and famous. But I saw a great company of the
poor and the unknown, who were rich in faith and known unto the Lord."
The Lord excludes no man from His election on account of his rank or
condition. We shall not err if we say–
"While Grace is given to the prince, The poor receive their share. No
mortal has a just pretense To perish in despair."
Yet how true it is that many of those whom God has chosen are found not
simply among the workers, but among the poorest ranks of the sons of
toil! There are some whose daily toil can scarcely find them bread
enough to keep body and soul together, and yet they have fed daintily
upon the Bread of Heaven. Many are clad in garments of the meanest
kind, patched and mended everywhere, and yet they are as gloriously
arrayed in the sight of God and the holy angels as the brightest of the
saints! "Yet, I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not
arrayed like one of these."
Some of the sweetest biographies of Christians have been the lives of
the lowly culled from the annals of the poor. Who has not read, "The
Young Cottager," and "The Dairyman's Daughter"? Who has not found the
greatest pleasure in visiting those bed-ridden ones who lie in the
alms' room–those saints of God who owe to charity their daily food
because sickness has deprived them of the means of earning their bread?
My poor Hearer, you may this morning, while sitting in that pew, feel
as if you were scarcely respectable enough to be in a place of worship,
but I pray you let not your poverty hinder your receiving the Gospel,
whose peculiar glory it is that it is preached to the poor!
You may have nothing at all in this world–not a foot of ground which
you can call your own. You may have been fighting against adversity–a
deadly struggle–year after year, and yet you may still be as poor as
poverty itself. I will neither commend nor upbraid your poverty, for
there is nothing necessarily good or bad morally in any state of life.
But I beg that you will not let your circumstances discourage you in
the matter of your spiritual interest before God. Come as a beggar if
you are a beggar. Come in rags if you have no other covering. "He that
has no money, come, buy and eat. Yes, come, buy wine and milk without
money and without price!"
The expression in the text does not refer merely to social grades. I
have no doubt it has a more spiritual meaning. The dunghill is a place
where men throw their worthless things. When you have quite done with
an article and cannot put it to any further use, you throw it away. It
has been turned to two or three accounts since it was first employed
for its original intention and now it is in the way and can no longer
be harbored. It is of no use to be sold even as old metal and therefore
you throw it on the dunghill that it may be taken away with the
rubbish. How often have God's own chosen people felt themselves to be
mere refuse and sweepings, good for nothing but to be cast away?
You, dear Friends, are in a like case, for you have discovered your own
utter worthlessness. Looking upon yourself in the light which you have
received from Heaven, your fancied value has all departed. You were
very important once in your own esteem, but you now perceive that your
loss, so far from affecting Heaven and earth, would be of no more
consequence to the world at large than the throwing of a rotten fruit
upon the dunghill, or the falling of a sere leaf from one forest tree
amidst a myriad.
In your own estimation there is in you a lack of adaptation for any
useful purpose. You are of no more use than salt which has lost its
savor. You cannot glorify God as you could wish. You do not wish as
much as you should. You can neither pray with the earnestness you
desire, nor praise with the gratitude you wish to feel. Looking back
upon your past life you are heartily ashamed. In a corner you mourn
out, "Lord, what a worthless piece of lumber I have been in this world!
What a cumberer of the ground! What an unprofitable servant!"
You have been useful to your family, or to your country and once you
thought this enough–but now you measure yourself as in the light of
God–and inasmuch as you have never glorified Him who made you and have
brought no honor to Him who is your kind and gracious Preserver, you
feel yourself to be worthless. So worthless that if the Lord should
throw you on the dunghill and say, "Put him away! He is as worthless as
dross and dung!" He would only treat you as you richly deserve.
My dear Friend, this estimate of yourself, though it brings you much
unhappiness, is a very healthy sign. When we think little of ourselves,
God thinks much of us. "God resists the proud, but gives Grace unto the
humble." He will not break you, O you bruised reed! He will not quench
you, O you smoking flax! But though you are only fit to be cast on the
dunghill, His mercy will tenderly consider you and exalt you among the
princes of His people!
Again, the dunghill is a place of contempt. Contempt sometimes
sneeringly says of its victim, "He is such a person that I would not
pick him up if I saw him on a dunghill." The sneer of the world
condemns some persons thus–"Oh, they are good for nothing. A dunghill
is too good for them." Possibly, my Hearer, you may be placed in a
family where you are much despised. You may not have the ability and
sharpness of others of the household, and therefore you are much looked
down upon and are regarded as a poor simpleton, not worth noticing. You
have not succeeded in life as others have done and consequently you are
viewed with much contempt by those who have prospered much and
speedily.
You may even feel, this morning, as if you merited the contempt poured
upon you. You have been saying, "Ah, you despise me, but if you knew me
as I know myself, you would despise me more! You think nothing of me
and I am less than nothing. You call me an ill name, but could you see
the deceitfulness of my base heart, you would understand that the name
might be worn in truth though given in jest."
Well, despised one, let me remind you that the Lord has often looked
upon those whom man has despised. And though your own parents may have
taken no pleasure in you and society may sneer at you and you may,
yourself, now feel as if the sneer were well deserved, yet take
confidence and be of good heart for God visits dunghills when He does
not visit palaces and He will lift up the humble and meek from the dust
where they pine and languish! The next remark may, perhaps, afford more
comfort–the dunghill is like a place for filthy and offensive things.
We say of a foul and unsavory thing, "It is too bad to be borne in the
house, let it be swept away. Put it away with the filth–cover it up."
When a matter becomes noisome, putrid, offensive, we want it to be
removed at once. Ah, sad that we should have to say this of any of our
fellow creatures, but we must say it. There are some whose sins are
terribly foul. Their iniquities are so vile that they are an offense in
the eyes and ears of all decent men–and the Holy God looks upon their
actions with wrath and detestation. Some sinners have become so
infamous in character that they are an injury to all associated with
them! They cannot enter into any company without spreading the
contagion of their sin. Their example is so bad that it is enough to
poison the parish where they live. They are only fit to be put as so
much rottenness, foulness, and putridity, on the dunghill where
immorality rots out its hour of abomination.
But, oh, the love of my Master! He has often stooped to rescue the
abandoned from the dunghill. In Heaven I see those who had washed their
robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb who once were
harlots like Rahab, adulterers like David, and idolaters like Manasseh!
Before the Throne of God there stand today, among the peers of God,
those who, in their days of unregeneracy were thieves and drunkards and
blasphemers! Heaven's courts are trod by many who once were the chief
of sinners, but who now are brightest among the saints. I pray you,
Beloved, never think that the Gospel of Christ saved great offenders in
years gone by, but that now it is only for the upright and moral!
The moral are freely invited to Christ, which we never forget to
testify, but the immoral are bid, too. The Lord came to our earth as a
Physician. And He came not to call the righteous, but sinners to
repentance. He came not to heal those who are already sound in health,
but the sick. O my Hearer, if you are so sick with sin that your whole
head is sick and your whole heart faint and from the crown of your head
to the soles of your feet there is no soundness in you–nothing but
wounds and bruises and putrefying sores–yet still the love of my
Master will stoop to you!
If you have added lust to theft and even murder to lust! If you are
red-handed with infamous iniquity, yet the sacred crimson bath which
was filled from the heart of Jesus can wash away "all manner of sin and
blasphemy." Whoever believes in Him is justified from all things from
which he could not be justified by the law of Moses. Refined minds
thought just now that I was using a very ugly expression when I spoke
of rescuing rottenness from the dunghill, but the expression is all too
clean when compared with sin–for all the filth and loathsomeness that
ever offended eye and nostril are sweetness itself compared with sin!
The foulest and most detestable thing in the whole universe is sin. It
is this which keeps the fire of Hell burning as God's great sanitary
necessity. There cannot but be a constant Tophet where there is such
constant sin. We read that in certain French towns they kindled great
public fires because of the cholera. The cholera? What is it compared
with sin? Well may God cause the fiery flames of eternal torment to go
up forever and ever, for it is only by such terrific punishment that
the plague of sin can be at all restrained within bounds. Sin is a
horrible evil, a deadly poison!
And yet, Sinner, though you are as full of it as an egg is full of meat
and as reeking with it as the foulest piece of noxious matter can be
reeking with foul smell–yet the infinite mercy of God in Christ Jesus
can lift you from this utmost degradation and make you shine as a star
in His kingdom at the last!
Once more, the dunghill may be spiritually considered as the place of
condemnation. You look at a certain article of food, for instance, and
the economical housewife does not wish to waste anything. Well, if it
may not serve for food, may it not be useful for something else? At
last, when she sees that it is of no service, the sentence of
condemnation is, "Let it be cast on the dunghill." Nebuchadnezzar, in
his memorable proclamation concerning the Lord Jehovah, said that
whoever should speak a word against Him should be cut in pieces and his
house should be made a dunghill.
There is a connection, then, between the dunghill and condemnation. Now
there may be in this audience, this morning, a man who feels himself to
be under sentence of condemnation. You have so often had pricks of
conscience–so frequently have been taught better–and yet you have
sinned against light and knowledge, and now you consider yourself to
have sinned beyond the reach of mercy. My voice, this morning, very
likely grates on your ears. Though it is meant to convey to you the
most gladsome tidings that ever silver trumpet rung out to bankrupt
sinner on the day of Jubilee, yet it sounds to you like the voice which
proclaims your doom.
Well, poor Sinner, if you are, in yourself, condemned and a hoarse
voice has said, "To the dunghill with him! To the flames of Hell with
him!" yet I come to you in Jehovah's name and bid you hear this Word of
God this morning–"He raises up the poor out of the dust and lifts the
needy out of the dunghill, that He may set him with princes." What do
you say to this? What if God should forgive you this morning? What if
He should make you His child? What if He should give you a crown of
life that fades not away? "Oh," you say, "if He would, I would love and
bless Him." Sinner, He will do it if you can now believe in the Lord
Jesus whose blood cleanses us from all sin!
By the death of Jesus I beseech you trust in the atoning sacrifice of
Calvary and you shall live to praise His redeeming love. I must not,
however, leave out a thought which just occurred to me. A thing which
lies upon the dunghill is in contact with disgusting associates. And,
therefore, the text may represent those who have up to now lived in the
midst of evil associations. When these doors are opened, there often
come in here, out of curiosity, persons who are not regular attendants
at places of worship–I must say the most hopeful class that I ever
address–for some of you who have heard my voice and the voices of
other ministers so long are almost hopeless!
We might as well give you up for we have pleaded with you so frequently
and put the Truth of God before you so constantly, that surely if it
ever was to have been blessed to you it would have been blessed
already! But those to whom the Gospel is a new thing occasionally drop
in and some of these come from the very worst society, fresh from the
theater, the gin palace and worse places still–the name of Jesus
scarcely known except as it may be used in blasphemy! And the person
never thought of God Most High except as He is invoked in a curse.
Friend, we are glad that you are here! You have been on the dunghill.
You are on the dunghill now! You have been living with publicans and
harlots. You have kept bad company. You have not been nurtured among
the choice and the elite of mankind! On the contrary, you have been
among the pots and dwelt in the hedges. Now it is such as you are that
Jesus Christ bids us gather in. "Go out quickly into the lanes and into
the hedges and as many as you find bid to the supper." And they brought
in the blind and the halt and the lame and they took their seats and
feasted where others who were first invited refused to come!
I call to you, then, if such there are within my hearing–to you who do
not often darken the doors of God's sanctuary– to you who live among
the profane and the debauched–turn to Jesus Christ, I pray you! May
the eternal Spirit turn you this day and may you be found among the
chosen of God! Alas, and woe is me that I should have to say it, some
of you, my Hearers, who have been moral and excellent and have listened
to the Word these years, will, I solemnly fear, perish in your sins!
For verily, verily, I say unto you, publicans and harlots will enter
into the kingdom of Heaven before some of you who hear the Word but do
it not! And listen to it but feel not its power! And know the joyful
sound but do not receive it in your hearts!
Thus much, then, as to where some of God's people are found. Let me say
that in a certain sense this is where they all are–all on the dunghill
of Adam's Fall–all on the dunghill of self-conceit, self-righteousness
and depravity and sin and corruption! But Sovereign Mercy comes to them
just as they lie there rotting in heaps of ruin and rescues them by
effectual Grace.
II. In the second place, we desire to describe HOW THE LORD RAISES THEM
FROM IT. He lifts the needy out of the dunghill. It is a dead lift and
none but an eternal arm could do it. It is a feat of Omnipotence to
lift a sinner out of his natural degradation–it is all done by the
power of the Holy Spirit through the Word, filled with the energy of
God. The operation is somewhat on this wise. When the Lord begins to
deal with the needy sinner, the first lift He gives him raises his
desires. The man is not satisfied to be where he was, and what he was.
That dunghill he had not perceived to be so foul as it really is. And
the first sign of spiritual life is horror at his lost condition and an
anxious desire to escape from it.
Dear Hearer, have you advanced so far as this? Do you feel that all is
wrong with you? And do you desire to be saved from your present state?
So long as you can say, "It is well with me," and boast that you are no
worse than others, I have no hope for you. God does not lift those up
who are lifted up already! But when you begin to feel that your present
state is one of degradation and ruin and that you desire to escape from
it, then the Lord has put the lever under you! He has begun to raise
you up!
The next sign generally is that to such a man sin loses all sweetness.
When the Lord begins to work with you, even before you find Christ to
the joy of your soul, you will find the joy of sin to have departed. A
quickened soul that feels the weight of sin cannot find pleasure in it.
Although without faith in Jesus, the evil of sin cannot clearly and
evangelically be perceived, yet the conscience of an awakened sinner,
perceiving the terribly defiling character of some sins, compels him to
give them up.
The alehouse is abandoned. The scorner's seat is given up. The lusts of
the flesh are forsaken–and though this does not lift the sinner from
the dunghill, yet it is a sign that the Lord has begun His work of
Grace. When sin grows bitter, mercy grows sweet. O my Friend, may the
Lord wean you from the world's sweet poisons and bring you to the true
pleasures which are hidden in Christ Jesus! It is another blessed sign
that the man is being lifted from the dunghill when he begins to feel
that his own self-righteousness is no assistance to him–when, having
prayed, he looks upon his prayers with repentance–and having gone to
God's House, rests not in the outward form.
It is well when a man is cut off entirely from all confidence in
himself. He may be on the dunghill still, but I am sure he will not be
there long, for when you and yourself have quarreled, God and yourself
begin to be at peace. When you can see through that cobweb
righteousness of yours, which once seemed to be such a fair silken
garment–when you can hate that counterfeit coin which once seemed to
glitter and to chink like the true gold–when you are plunged in the
ditch and your own clothes abhor you, it is not long before you shall
be saved with an everlasting salvation!
Now comes the true lift from off the dunghill. That poor, guilty, lost,
worthless one hears of Jesus Christ, that He came into the world to
save sinners–that poor soul looks to Him with a look which means,
"Lord, You are my last resort! If You do not save me, I will perish.
And You must save me altogether, for I cannot help You. I cannot give a
thread with which to finish Your perfect righteousness. If it is
unfinished, I cannot contribute one farthing to make up my own
ransom–if You have not completely ransomed me, then Your redemption is
of no service to me. Lord, I am a drowning, sinking man, I grasp You as
I sink! O save me for Your mercy's sake!"–
"All my help on You is stayed. All my trust from You I bring. Cover my
defenseless head With the shado w of Your wing."
When a soul gets there, then it is off the dunghill! The moment a
sinner thus trusts Jesus Christ, his sins cease to be! God has drawn
His pen through them all. They are gone. He is not guilty in the sight
of God any longer–he stands acquitted through the Atonement and
justified through the righteousness of Jesus Christ. He is a saved man!
He may rise from his sackcloth and ashes, and walking at large, may
sing of the blood-bought mercy which has set him completely free. Thus
by the gift of the only-begotten Son, brought personally to the heart,
the Lord raises His elect ones from their ruined state. He makes them
see it to be a dunghill–makes them feel that they cannot get off of it
themselves–points them to Christ–leads them to trust His precious
blood and so they are delivered!
III. The third point is, HOW HE RAISES THEM UP. It is a blessed thing
to be saved from degradation, but praise be to Jehovah, He does not
stop there! The Lord does nothing by halves. Oh, the lengths and
breadths of love! When He has come right down to where we are it is
only half His journey–it remains for Him to bear us right up to where
He is. Oh, it is a blessed thing to be taken off the dunghill, even if
our lot were that of hired servants in our father's house–but this
does not satisfy the infinite heart of Jehovah–He will lift His people
up above all commonplace joys–he will take them right up, up, up as on
eagles' wings till He sets them in the place of princes and makes them
to reign with Him!
Now let us have a few minutes' consideration of how our blessed Lord
lifts His people up from the common level of humanity to make them rank
with princes. In the first place, they are lifted up by complete
Justification. Every Christian here this morning, whatever may have
been his past life, is at this instant perfect in the sight of God
through Jesus Christ. The spotless righteousness of Christ is imputed
to that sinner believing in Him, so that he stands, this morning,
"accepted in the Beloved."
Now Beloved, weigh this–turn it over and meditate upon it. Poor,
needy, but believing Sinner, you are as accepted before God at this
present time through Christ Jesus as if you had never sinned–as if you
had done and performed every work of His most righteous Law without the
slightest failure! Is not this sitting among princes? Complete
Justification furnishes the Believer with a throne as safe as it is
lofty–as happy as it is glorious. Ah, you scions of imperial houses,
some of you know nothing of this! This is a note which many an emperor
could never sing, "Who shall lay anything to the charge of God's elect?
It is God that justifies. Who is he that condemns?"
Speak of sitting in pavilions of pleasure, or on divans of state with
nobles, princes, kings, Caesars–why the figure flags–it falls short
of the mark, for the state of the soul completely justified outshines
all this as the sun outshines yon glimmering candle! Take the next
step. The children of God who have been taken from the dunghill, many
of them, enjoy full assurance of faith. They are certain that they are
saved. They can say with Job, "I know that my Redeemer lives." As to
whether they are children of God or not, they have no question.
The Infallible witness of the Holy Spirit bears witness with their
spirit that they are born of God. Christ is their elder Brother, God is
their Father and they breathe the filial spirit by which they cry,
"Abba, Father!" They know their own security. They are convinced that
neither "things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor
any other creature shall be able to separate them from the love of God,
which is in Christ Jesus their Lord." I ask every one of understanding
heart whether this is not sitting among princes?
Beloved, I would not give a farthing for a prince's throne, but I would
give all I had a thousand times told, if I might always enjoy full
assurance of faith! The full assurance of faith is a better joy than
Shushan's palace of lilies, or Solomon's house of the forest of Lebanon
could ever yield. A sense of Divine loving-kindness is better than life
itself–it is a young Heaven maturing below to be fully developed
above. To know that my Beloved is mine and that I am His and that He
loved me and gave Himself for me–this is far better than to be
heir-apparent to a number of empires!
We go further. The children of God favored by Divine Grace are
permitted to have interviews with Jesus Christ! Like Enoch, we walk
with God. Just as a child walks with his father, putting his hand into
his father's hand, looking up with loving eyes, so the chosen people
walk with their Father God most lovingly, confidingly, familiarly,
talking to Him, telling Him their griefs and hearing from His gracious
mouth the secrets of His love. They are a happy people, for they have
communion with Jesus of a more intimate and tender sort than even
angels know.
We are members of His body, of His flesh and of His bones! We are
married unto Him! He has betrothed us unto Himself in faithfulness and
in righteousness. We are dearer to Himself than His own flesh and
blood–that He gave to die–and none of us shall ever perish! Neither
shall any take us out of His hand. Now, is not this sitting among
princes? Princes? Princes? We look down upon your pomp from the
eminence on which Grace has placed us! Wear your crowns! Put on your
purple! Deck yourselves in all your regal pomp! But when our souls can
sit with Jesus and reign as kings and priests with Him, your splendors
are not worth a thought!
Communion with Jesus is a richer gem than ever glittered in any
imperial diadem. Union with the Lord is a coronet of beauty outshining
all the crowns of earth. Nor is this all–the elect of God, in addition
to receiving complete justification, full assurance and communion with
Christ–are favored with the Holy Spirit's sanctification. God the Holy
Spirit dwells in every Christian. However humble he may be, he is a
walking temple in which resides Deity. God the Holy Spirit dwells in us
and we in Him. And that Spirit sanctifies the daily actions of the
Christian, so that he does everything as unto God.
If he lives, it is to Christ, and if he dies, it is gain. O Beloved, it
is, indeed, to sit among princes when you feel the sanctifying
influences of the Holy Spirit. O my God, if I might always feel Your
Spirit overcoming my corruption and constraining my soul to holiness, I
would not so much as think of a prince in comparison with my own joy! O
my dear Brothers and Sisters in Jesus Christ, I am sure you can bear
witness that when you fall into sin at any time, it brings you very
low. You smell that vile dunghill once again and are ready to die under
its fearful noisomeness! But when the Holy Spirit enables you to
overcome sin and to live as Christ lived, you feel that you have a
royal standing and a more than imperial privilege in being sanctified
in Christ Jesus!
Moreover, many saints receive, in addition to sanctification, the
blessing of usefulness. And, mark the word, every useful man is of
princely rank. I am not exaggerating now, but speaking the sober truth.
He is the true prince among men who blesses his fellows. To be able to
drop pearls from your lips might make you a prince in a fairy tale, but
when those lips bless the souls of men by leading them to Jesus–this
is to be a prince in very deed! To feed the hungry, to clothe the
naked, to reclaim the fallen, to teach the ignorant, to cheer the
desponding, to inspire the wavering and to conduct saints up to God's
right hand– my Brethren–this is to wear a luster which stars and
ribbons, orders and distinctions never could confer!
This is the privilege of each one of you, according as the Spirit of
God has given you the measure of faith. You, who once did mischief, now
subserve the interest of virtue. You, who rendered up your members
servants unto unrighteousness, now make those same members servants of
righteousness to the praise and glory of God. No courts of sovereigns
can bestow such true honors as dwell in holiness, charity and zeal. And
once more, God lifts His people up in another sense–while He gives
them sanctification and usefulness, He also anoints them with joy. Oh,
the joy of being a Christian!
I know the world's idea is that we are a miserable people. If you read
the pages of history, the writers speak of the gay cavaliers as being
men of high spirit and overflowing joy–but the poor Puritans–what a
wretched set they were! They blasphemed Christmas day, abhorred games
and sports, and going about the world looking so terribly miserable
that it were a pity they should go to Hell, for they had enough of
torment here!
Now this talk is all untrue! Or at best is a gross caricature!
Hypocrites, then as now, did wear a long face and a rueful countenance.
But there were to be found among the Puritans hosts of men whose holy
mirth and joy were not to be equaled. No, not to be dreamed of, or
understood by those poor grinning fools who fluttered round the
heartless rake whose hypocrisies had lifted him to the English throne.
The cavaliers' mirth was the crackling of thorns under a pot, but a
deep and unquenchable joy dwelt in the breasts of those men–
"Who trampled on the throng of the haughty and the strong, Who sat in
the high places and slew the saints of God." Oh, far above the laughter
of the gallants of the court was the mighty and deep joy of those who
rode from the victorious field singing unto the Lord who had made them
triumph gloriously!
They called them "Ironsides," and such they were, but they had hearts
of steel, which while they flinched not in the day of danger, forgot
not to flash with joy even as steel glitters in the shining of the sun.
Believe me, however, whatever they were, we who trust in Jesus are the
happiest of people–not constitutionally, for some of us have great
depression of spirits. Not always circumstantially, for some of us are
much tried and are brought to the utter depths of poverty–but
inwardly, truly, really– our heart's joy, believe us, is not to be
excelled. I would not stand here to lie for twice the Indies, but I
will speak the truth–if I had to die like a dog tomorrow I would not
change places with any man beneath the courts of Heaven for joy and
peace of mind!
To be a Christian, and know it, to drink deep of that cup, to know your
election, to understand your calling–I assure you yields more peace
and bliss in ten minutes than will be found in one hundred years in all
the courts of sin, though wantonness should run riot and pleasure
should know no license–
"Solid joy and lasting pleasure None but Zion's children know."
So when I read the text that He sets us among princes, I think little
of the figure. It halts, it limps–for the Lord puts us far above all
earthly princes! And were it not for the next sentence I would even say
that the figure broke down altogether. But that clause makes it
right–"even the princes of His people"–this puts soul and
force–these are princes of another blood! These are peers of another
realm and among such God sets His people!
IV. To conclude, we have to notice in the last place, WHERE IT IS THAT
OUR LORD SETS HIS PEOPLE. "Among princes," we are told. We have already
dwelt upon the same thought, but we will examine another side of it.
"Among princes," is the place of select society. They do not admit
everybody into that charmed circle. Among an aristocracy the poor
plebeian must not venture. The blue blood runs in rather a narrow
channel and it cannot be expected that the common crimson should be
allowed to invigorate the languid current.
The true Christian lives in very select society. Listen! "Truly our
fellowship is with the Father and with His Son Jesus Christ." Speak of
select society–there is none like this! We are a chosen generation, a
peculiar people, a royal priesthood. "We are not come unto Mount Sinai,
but we are come unto the blood of sprinkling and unto the general
assembly and Church of the first-born, whose names are written in
Heaven." This is select society.
Next they have courtly audience–the prince may be expected to have
admittance to royalty when common people like ourselves must stand afar
off. Now the child of God has free access to the royalty of Heaven. Our
courtly privileges are of the highest order. Listen! "For through Him
we both have access by one spirit unto the Father." "Let us come
boldly," says the Apostle, "to the Throne of the heavenly Grace, that
we may obtain mercy and find Grace to help in time of need." We have
courtly audience and peculiarly select society.
Next to this it is supposed that among princes there is abundant
wealth, but what is the wealth of princes compared with the riches of
Believers? For "all things are yours and you are Christ's and Christ is
God's." "He that spared not His own Son, but delivered Him up for us
all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things?" Among
princes, again, there dwells peculiar power. A prince has influence. He
wields a scepter in his own domain–and, "He has made us kings and
priests unto God and we shall reign forever and ever."
We are not kings of England, Scotland and Ireland, and yet we have a
triple dominion! We reign over spirit, soul and body! We reign over the
united kingdom of time and eternity! We reign in this world and we
shall reign in the world that is yet to come–for we shall reign
forever and ever! Princes, again, have special honor. Everyone in the
crowd desires to gaze upon a prince and would be delighted to do him
service. Let him have the first position in the empire–he is a prince
of the blood and is to be had in esteem and respect.
Beloved, hear His Word–"He has raised us up together and made us sit
together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus," so that we share the
honor of Christ as we share His Cross. Paul was taken from the dunghill
of persecution, but he is not second to any in Glory! And you, though
you may have been the chief of sinners, shall fare none the worse when
He comes in His kingdom! But as He owned you on earth and redeemed you
with His precious blood, so will He own you in the future state and
make you sit with Him and reign among princes, world without end. May
the Lord bless these words for Jesus' sake. Amen.
PORTION OF SCRIPTURE READ BEFORE SERMON-1 Samuel 2:1-10; Psalm 113.