Delivered on Lord's-day Evening, November 20th, 1870 by
C. H. SPURGEON,
At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington
"King David's spears and shields, that were in the temple of the
Lord."–2 Kings 11:10.
WHEN DAVID HAD FOUGHT with an adversary, and overcome him, he took away
his armor and his weapons, and as other victorious heroes were wont to
do, he bore them home as mementoes of his prowess, the trophies of the
battle. These were placed in the house of the Lord. Perhaps David at
the same time dedicated in like manner the shield and the sword which
he had himself used in battle. After Solomon had built the temple,
these trophies, which seem to have been very numerous, were hung up
there. So they adorned the walls. So they illustrated the velour of
noble sires. So they served to kindle emulation, I doubt not, in the
breasts of true-hearted sons. Thus it was while generations sprung up
and passed away; till at length other days dawned, darker scenes
transpired, and sadder things filled up the chronicles of the nation.
You will all of you remember the crisis to which my text refers.
Athaliah, daughter of Ahab, wife of Jehoram, king of Judah, the
usurping queen of Judah, had played the tyrant for well-nigh seven
years. The endurance of the people had been tried to the uttermost; a
just recompense was in store, and a well-concerted plan ready for
execution. The time had come when she should be put to death, and the
young prince who had been hidden away should be proclaimed king. It was
arranged that he should be proclaimed in the temple court, yet the men
that were to be the body-guard were not armed with weapons, for fear an
alarm might be given, and the matter discovered too soon. But these
weapons that were hung up of old in the temple were taken down, and the
Levites and other friends were armed with them. When Athaliah came in
and saw the young king surrounded by his body-guard, thus strangely
equipped with the old weapons of former days ready to protect him, she
rent her clothes, and cried, "Treason, Treason:" but her doom was
sealed, escape was impossible, she was slain. To such good account
there and then was the good old armor turned. This simple fact appears
to me to suggest a striking moral.
The matter I shall speak to you about to-night will lie under four
heads. We will give them to you as they occur to us.
I. And the first is this, IT IS WELL FOR US TO HANG ALL OUR TROPHIES IN
THE HOUSE OF THE LORD.
We, too, are warriors. Every genuine Christian has to fight. Every inch
of the way between here and heaven we shall have to fight, for as
hitherto every single step of our pilgrimage has been one prolonged
conflict. Sometimes we have victories, a presage of that final victory,
that perfect triumph we shall enjoy with our Great Captain for ever.
"Oh! I have seen the day
When with a single word,
God helping me to say
'My trust is in the Lord,'
My soul has quelled a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose."
When we have these victories it behoves us to be especially careful
that in all good conscience we hang up the trophies thereof in the
house of the Lord. The reason for this lies here: it is to the Lord
that we owe any success we have ever achieved. We have been defeated
when we have gone in our own strength; but when we have been victorious
it has always been because the strength of the Lord was put forth for
our deliverance. You never fought with a sin, with a temptation, or
with a doubt, and overthrew it, except by the Spirit's aid. You never
won a soul for Jesus, you never spoke a valiant word that repelled an
error, you never did an enterprising deed which really told well for
the success of the kingdom, but God was in it all–virtually, nay,
actually enabling you; and he did it of his own good will. What is it
but a simple matter of justice that he who wrought the wonder should
have the honor of it? It would have been a crying shame if Miriam had
sung to the praise of Moses and Aaron at the Red Sea. They were but the
outward instruments of the people's coming out of Egypt. As she took
her timbre!, she rightly said, in the hymn that Moses had given her for
the occasion: "Let us sing unto the Lord, for he hath triumphed
gloriously." So in every struggle that transpires in our hearts, in
every combat waged in the world, ascribe the power to him to whom it
belongs, "The right hand of the Lord is exalted; the right hand of the
Lord doeth valiantly." As before the fight in his name we set up our
banner, so after the fight in his name again we give the conquering
banner to the breeze. "All glory be unto him that won the victory."
This will save us from pride and self-sufficiency. Scarcely can God
trust us with a victory, lest we begin fingering it with our own hands,
as if our own ingenuity, our own wisdom, or our own strength had done
marvels. As of old, Israel sacrificed to her net when a great draught
of fish was taken, or to her drag when a great harvest had been
threshed out, so are we too apt to sacrifice to our own ability, our
own industry, our own superiority in one respect or another, and think
that there is some virtue or merit in us to which the Almighty has
awarded the palm. Instead of looking only to God we begin to look in
some degree to ourselves. You cannot do otherwise than put the honor
somewhere. If you do not ascribe it to God the temptation will be too
strong for you, you will be sure to take it for yourself; and if you do
this the most fatal consequences will follow, for they that walk in
pride God will assuredly abase. No matter how dear you are to him, if
pride be harboured in your spirit he will whip it out of you. They that
go up in their own estimation must come down again by his discipline.
You cannot be exalted in self without being by-and-by brought low
before him. God will have it so; it is always the rule, "He hath put
down the mighty from their seat, and hath exalted them of low degree."
He goes forts with the axe, and this is the work he does among the
thick trees–he cuts down the high tree and dries up the green tree,
but he exalts the low tree, and makes the dry tree to flourish, that
all the glory may be unto himself alone; for, saith he, I the Lord have
spoken and have done it. Let us take care, however, that we ascribe the
glory to God, and do not forget to honor him. We have received so many
mercies, my brethren, that they come to us as common things. We receive
them, and scarcely know, perhaps, that we have received them. According
to the old proverb we do not know the value of our mercies till we miss
them; but it ought not to be so. Must we be defeated in order to let us
know that God gives us victory? Is it needful that you and I should
suffer some great disaster in order to make us grateful for past
success? Will you never prize health as one of the choicest boons of
heaven till some grievous malady has sapped your strength, and made all
the enjoyments of life tasteless or even nauseous? Well, if it be
needful, it is a necessity of our own producing. The more the pity that
we should challenge the ills we complain of, and incur the reverses we
so bitterly deplore. O that we may never slight the good things we
have, or trifle with the benefits we receive from the hand of the Lord!
Especially, my dear brethren, let us bless God for every spiritual
success achieved, and take care to make a record of it on the tablet of
our grateful heart. If we should one day have to flee before the enemy,
if our work for God should one day seem to be without success, we may
look back with much smiting of heart upon those ungrateful times when
God dealt so generously with us, and yet we did not take the trouble to
sing him a psalm or offer up a vow, or do any act of homage to express
our gratitude to him. Hang up Goliath's sword; do not put it by to
rust. Hang up the shields and the spears of the Philistines. If by
God's help you have taken them, set store by them, and make the world
see what the Lord has done on your behalf, whereof you are glad. Hake
the church to join your grateful song. There is too much of the cold
silence of ingratitude amongst us. Too seldom do we chant forth our Te
Deum laudamus with solemn, lively air. Stir the hearts of others
because your own heart heaves with deep emotions of thankfulness to the
Most High. I am persuaded, my brethren, that it is only in this way
that we can secure for ourselves future success. David's life was a
series of dilemmas and deliverances. With what sort of face, think you,
could he have invoked rescue from fresh perils, had he failed to
recognize God's help in past preservation? If, when flushed with
victory, he had usurped the honor to himself, what assistance would he
have received the next time he was curried with impending disaster? Or,
had he not taught the Israelites in the hour of triumph to sing, "Non
nobis, Domine"–"Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name
give glory;" how could he have engaged their hearts in the hour of
trial to wail forth the litany of supplication–"The Lord hear thee in
the day of trouble; the name of the God of Jacob defend thee, send thee
help from the sanctuary, and strengthen thee out of Zion." Without
consistency we cannot exert any moral influence with men, or obtain any
spiritual prevalence with God. May not many of our barren seasons be
ascribed to the fact that we did not thank God for fruitful ones? If
the preacher has been honored in his ministry to win souls to Christ,
but has not duly blessed his God for the enabling of the Holy Ghost
granted to himself, and for the witness of the Holy Ghost given to the
people; or, worse still if he has complimented himself on his own
talents, and the use he makes of them; need he wonder if, when next he
goes forth, as Samson of old, and shakes himself as aforetime, he finds
his strength has departed from him? "Give unto the Lord, O ye mighty,
give unto the Lord glory and strength. Give unto the Lord the glory due
unto his name;" else when most you need him, you may find his strength
is taken from you and your honors will have departed too. Hang up the
shield, hang up the spear, let Jehovah's name be exalted. Bring forth
the forgotten memorials of lovingkindness, expose them to public view,
put them before your own mind's eye to-night, gratefully remember them,
lovingly praise him and magnify his name. I am sure we, as a church
whom God has blessed so long, ought not to be slow to hang up the
trophies of his loving kindness in our midst. If God has done anything
for you, tell it. If he has delivered you out of trouble, tell it. If
he has fed your soul in the wilderness, tell it. If you have lately
been converted, tell it. If you have found Christ precious to you,
though just now you were a poor lost soul, tell it. Hang up the shields
and spears. Let each individual do it, let the whole church do it; and
often by our enlarged endeavors for the dear Savior's sake, by our
consecrated self-denials, let us show that we do feel how much we owe
to the infinite power of the God of victory, who maketh us strong in
the day of battle. That is the first point. If we have any victories,
let all the trophies be dedicated to the Lord.
II. The second is this: THESE TROPHIES MAY COME IN USEFUL AT SUCH TIMES
AS WE CANNOT FORESEE, AND UNDER SUCH CIRCUMSTANCES AS WE WOT NOT OF.
Little could David have thought when he gave Abiathar the sword of
Goliath, that he would ever go to the priests of Gad and ask them to
lend him a sword, and that they should say, We have no sword here, save
the sword of Goliath, the Philistine, whom thou slewest in the Valley
of Elah, behold it is wrapped in a cloth behind the ephod. He gave it
to God, but he did not think that he would ever have it back again with
a priestly blessing on it, so that he should be able to say, "There is
none like that: give it me." And when, in after years, he hung up the
swords and shields which he had taken away from Philistine heroes, he
did not surmise that one of his descendants, or the seed royal, would
find the need to employ his own, his grandsire's, or, further back,
from himself–his forefather's trophies–in order to establish himself
on the throne. We never know, my brethren, when we praise God for
mercies, but what the very praises might come back into our bosoms, and
the offerings we make to God in the way of thankfulness may be our own
enrichment in the days to come. The memorials we put up to record God's
goodness, may be to us in after years among the most useful things in
all our treasury. To ourselves and others the memorials of the
victories we have won may be signally profitable, strangely opportune,
seemingly indispensable.
Let me try to show this. Years ago you and I were fighting battles with
unbelief. We were struggling after a Savior. Our sins rose up against
us thick and furious. The fiery darts of the enemy rained upon us like
hail. That conflict we never shall forget; we bear the scars of it to
this very day. Glory be to God! by his grace we won the victory and
overcame through the blood of the Lamb. We looked at Jesus Christ upon
the cross, and in that moment our sins fled away. The whole host of
them was defeated. A dying Savior was the symbol of victory. What then?
Let us use the mementoes we laid up before the Lord of that day–the
trophies that we took in that battle–for ourselves and for others.
For ourselves. If ever we have another struggle against sin–perhaps we
shall have many–I mean such alarming assaults as involve severe
struggles–let us recollect how Jesus met with us the first time, and
"if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of
his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life."
He saved us with a great salvation when we first came home as prodigals
covered with rags, will he not help us now, when he come to him as his
own children, clothed in his own righteousness, and say, "Abba,
Father," being already accepted in the Beloved?
I do think it often proves a great blessing to a man that he had a
terrible conflict, a desperate encounter, a hard-fought engagement in
passing from the empire of Satan into the kingdom of God's dear Son.
Sooner or later each saved man will have his hand-to-hand fight with
the prince of darkness; and as a general rule, it is a great mercy to
have it over on the outset of one's career, and be able afterwards to
feel, "Whatever comes upon me, I never can suffer as I suffered when I
was seeking Christ. Whatever staggering doubt, or hideous blasphemy, or
ghastly insinuations, even of suicide itself, may assail my feeble
heart, they cannot outdo the horror of great darkness through which my
spirit passed when I was struggling after a Savior." Now I do not say
that it is desirable that we should have this painful ordeal, much less
that we should seek it as an evidence of regeneration, but when we have
passed through it victoriously, we may so use it that it may be a
perpetual armoury to us. If we can now defy all doubts and fears that
come, because they cannot be so potent as those which already in the
name of Jesus Christ our Savior we have overthrown, shall we not use
that for ourselves? and can we not equally well use it for others? Full
often have I found it good, when I have talked with a young convert in
deep distress about his sin, to tell him something more of his anxious
plight than he knew how to express and he wondered where I had found
it, though he would not have wondered if he knew where I had been, and
how much deeper in the mire than he; when he has talked about some
horrible thought that he has had, with regard to the impossibility of
his own salvation, and I have said, "Why, I have thought that a
thousand times, and yet have overcome it through the help of God's
Spirit." I know that a man's own experience is one of the very best
weapons he can use in fighting with evil in other men's hearts. Often
their misery and despondency, aggravated, as it commonly is by a
feeling of solitariness, will be greatly relieved before it is
effectually driven out when they find that a brother has suffered the
same, and yet has been able to overcome. Do I show him how precious the
Savior is to my soul he glorifies God in me. Right soon will he look
into the same dear face and be lightened; and then he will magnify the
Lord with me, and we shall exalt his name together. Thus good it is,
you see, to take the old shields and spears away from the enemies and
to use them again against new foes of the house of David.
Since that time, dear brethren, when we had the first struggle, we have
had to fight with many evil passions and propensities. Perhaps we have
had one besetting sin. We were a long time before we came up to beard
that. We avoided it, and refrained from rising up against it, until at
length we perceived that it must be killed or it would kill us. It was
very like pulling out our eyes, but we saw it must be done; we stood
foot to foot with it. A sharp time it was, for the sin threatened to
prevail against us; if we threw it down it seemed to rise again, like
the giant of old, strengthened by its fall. Did you ever have a
personal, mental, moral conflict with some great dragon of besetting
sin? If so be you have been enabled to smite it valiantly, and slay it
utterly, I know you have gained trophies to hang in the house of God.
To do so will be of no small advantage to ourselves, because you can
take them down and use them in future; and you will find they are
footholds of your strength to fight with the next sin that comes upon
you. The strength which God has educated and fostered in the last
struggle will greatly assist you in the next. The man who gives way to
one sin will very readily give way to another, but a man who through
God's grace has won a very high vantage ground by mastering one sin,
will be very likely to win another. The spoils taken from the last
Philistine will help us to go forth and win more, and in the name of
God we shall get the victory. Many a man has had a hard struggle at
first. He has been drawn to Christ, proved the grace of acceptance, and
taken the vows of allegiance, and henceforth it behoves him to depart
from iniquity, and not turn again to folly. Perhaps he has been
addicted to swearing, and he has to get rid of that wicked habit at any
cost. Perhaps he has been accustomed to frequent the public house, to
sit in the seat of the scornful, and enliven his companions with jest
and song, he has forthwith to relinquish that place, and take leave of
that company for ever. Then perhaps there has been some other vice
which he has cherished in secret, and clung to with the more tenacity
because it so tenacious!, clung to him; of that evil he has purged
himself, and from that bondage he has escaped. Is it not possible that
there yet remains one transgression which lurks in the breast of such a
one? Very likely at this time he has a passionate temper. Down with it,
my brother. You slew the lion, and you slew the bear, and this
uncircumcised Philistine shall be as one of them. Do not be afraid to
grapple with it. Do not say, "I have a quick temper, and I cannot help
it." There is no need for it. God's grace can drive it out even as the
rest. Beard it in the name of the Most High, and use the trophies that
you stole from past success–nay, fairly won them from the foes you
have vanquished–use those with which to combat sins that now assail
you.
To change the figure, it is the lot of some of us to be called to
withstand great errors. We have been sorely harassed at times with
doubts and misgivings about some established truth. I suppose no one is
a firm believer who has not once been a doubter. He knows no faith who
never had a fear; for candid enquiry must go before absolute credence.
How can any one know the proofs and vouchers of his faith unless he has
taken pains to dig into the volume of evidence that lies at its base?
Now it is a fine, a noble thing, when you have had a conflict in your
own soul with some plausible heresy, some seductive perversion of the
truth, and have put it to flight with the sword of the Spirit, which is
the word of God; it is a noble feat, I say, to capture the arms of your
assailant and to use the very weapons of the adversary against him. You
have detected his sophistry, you have found out his devices, and now
for the future you will not be so readily carried away with every wind
of doctrine. This time you are too old to be taken with his chaff. You
were deceived once, but by God's grace you are not willing any longer
to lend a ready ear to the fair speech which casts a mist over plain
facts, but you henceforth resolve to prove the spirits whether they be
of God. So from the spoils of past conflicts you are made strong to win
present victories. Texts of Scripture are sometimes used by the
adversaries of the gospel, and turned against us. I know some ministers
who, when they meet with a passage that they cannot immediately
reconcile with the orthodox faith, alter the reading, or put a fresh
sense on the words, or twist it and turn it to suit their purpose. It
is a bad plan, my brethren; the texts of Scripture are to be taken as
they stand, and you may rest assured they will always defend, never
overturn, the faith once delivered to the saints. When I have seen a
text sometimes in the hand of the enemy made use of against the deity
of Christ, or against the doctrine of election, or against some other
important and vital doctrine, I have not felt at all inclined to give
up the text or think lightly of it. I rather admire those Americans in
the South, who when they had lost some guns, were asked by the
commanding officer whether they had not spiked the guns before they
gave them up to the foe? "Spiked them! no," said they, "we did not like
to spoil such beautiful guns; we will take them again tomorrow." And so
they did. I would not have a text touched. Grand old text! we honor
thee even while we cannot keep the field, or ward thee from the
aggression of the invader. But shall we spoil it, or give it up as
lost? Never, we will take it out of the hand of the enemy, use it for
the defense of the gospel, and show that it does not mean what they
think, or answer the ends to which they would apply it. Are we baffled
in attack, or do we lose ground in an argument, it is for us by more
diligent study, and closer research, to take the guns, the good old
guns, and use those which the enemy used against ourselves–to turn
them round and use them against him. Depend upon it the great temple of
truth is not like a house divided against itself. Nothing equivocal or
prevaricating hath come forth at any time from the mouth of the Lord.
As for our understanding, it is always weak, and as for our tactics in
upholding the right, they are often at fault. But the word of God is
steadfast; it does not change with the times or yield to suit any man's
purpose. The weapons of our warfare are good, it is the hands that
wield them that are so unskillful. Thus I might continue to show that
in all the battles we fight, the trophies which we win should be
stored; for they may come in for future use at some time or other.
There is no experience of a Christian that will not have some ultimate
service to render him. He may say to himself, "What can be the good of
this feeling, what can be the practical advantage of that agony of mind
through which I passed?" My brother, you know not what may be the
history of your life, it is unfinished yet; if you did know you would
see that in this present trial there is a preparation for some future
emergency, which will enable you to come out of it in triumph. The
shields and spears of David are hung up for future action.
III. In the third place, our text may mean that David hung up the
spears and shields which he was accustomed to use himself; and if so,
we shall remark that ANCIENT WEAPONS ARE GOOD FOR PRESENT USE.
I should like to show you this by taking you on to a battle-field. I
did take you there just now, but you did not recognize it, perhaps, as
a battle-ground. We will go to it. It is not Sadowa or Sedan, it is a
grander arena far–the old seventy-seventh. Turn to the seventy-seventh
Psalm, and you have a battle-field there. Should you ever have to fight
the same battle, by looking through this Psalm, you will see David's
shields and spears, and you will soon learn how to screen yourself with
the one, and how to do exploits with the other. Here is David fighting
with despondency–an old enemy of mine. I daresay some of you are
afflicted with it. But observe how he fought with it. The first weapon
he drew out of the scabbard was the weapon of all-prayer. And how
grandly he used it! "I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with
my voice." Satan trembles when he hears the sound of prayer. They are
the conquering legions that know how to pray. Despondency soon flies
when a man knows how to ply this all-conquering and ever-useful weapon
of petition to the Most High.
Then note how he used this weapon continually. "My hand was stretched
out all night," saith he, according to the marginal reading of the
second verse. If the first prayer did not help him, he prayed again; if
an hour's prayer did not bring him peace, he would pray two hours; and
all night long he kept at it. You will get a like result too, my
brother, if you exercise a like perseverance, you must get a like
result if you know how to linger at the mercy-seat.
When he had used the weapon of prayer, what did he do next? He took out
another spear. It was that of remembering God. He had long enough pored
in thought over himself and his present sinfulness and weakness, and
now he remembered God's mercy, God's faithfulness, God's
lovingkindness, God's power, God's covenant, God in the person of
Christ. Oh! this is indeed to prepare a salvo against the enemy, and to
fortify one's own position with fresh succours. He can win the battle
that knows how to use this artillery of remembering God.
Going on with the strategy of war, what next? Why, in the fifth verse
we read how he maintained his courage and his constancy–"I considered
the days of old." He enquired of hoary fathers, and looked back upon
the inspired traditions, if I may be allowed the expression, of the
early church. He tamed to see whether God ever did forsake any of his
people, rightly judging that if he never did he never would, and firmly
resolving that till he could find a clear case of God's unfaithfulness
he would not yield an inch of soil, nor give up a stone of any
fortress, but would hold on and fight the battle out. That inward
musing helped him much. The enemy began to weary, while he recruited
his strength.
But now he used another weapon. He looked to his own experience–see
the sixth verse. "I called to remembrance my song in the night." Past
experience acknowledged gratefully, and taken as the index of what the
future will be–this is another of David's shields and spears. And then
he seemed to put a whole path of spears before the enemy, and hold up
an entire wall of shields when he came to close quarters with him, and
said, "Will the Lord cast off for ever? Will he be favorable no more?
Is his mercy clean gone for ever? Doth his promise fail for evermore?
Hath God forgotten to be gracious? Hath he in anger shut up his tender
mercies?" Oh! this is how to win the battle. The next time, dear
friend, you find yourself downcast in trouble, do not run away because
Giant Despair is so strong. Though pressed by danger and beset by foes,
feed not this frenzy of the soul with gloomy black forebodings. Armed
with David's shield and spears, attack him; show a bold front, and so
shall yet resist the devil and find that he flees from you, and you
shall come back from the conflict with louder notes of victory than you
had dreamed before.
There are some persons here, however, who are not yet far enough
advanced to understand this battle of the seventy-seventh. I will take
them to another battle, the battle of the fifty-first. That is the
sinner's battle; we shall see David's shields and spears there. A
tremendous battle it was with sin, with a guilty conscience, with
despairing thoughts. Some of you, perhaps, are fighting such a battle
to-night. I rather hope you are. I was preaching the other day, I think
it was last Tuesday evening, at Acton. I went my way after service
hopeful, prayerful that some fruits might be reaped from my labors. Not
long after I received a letter from the minister to this effect: "My
dear friend, I could not help writing to tell you that last Tuesday
night when I was in bed and asleep, there was a knock at my door, and I
came down and found a railway porter wanting to see me. "O sir," said
he, "I cannot sleep; I was obliged to come and knock you up though it
is late. I heard the sermon at your chapel to-night, and I want to know
what I must do to be saved? It is time for me to seek the Lord, and I
shall never get rest till I find him." Oh! it is good for us to be
knocked up at night to answer any one that comes on such an errand as
that. Would God it were every night in the year, if it were to hear a
sinner saying, "What must I do to be saved?"
Now, if one here present be in such a condition as that, just let him
follow me to this battle-field, and see how David fought. His shields
and spears in such case consisted first in an appeal to God's mercy. Do
not appeal to justice, sinner. That is against you; appeal to mercy.
"Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness!" Prayer he
brings before God, but it is prayer tipped with a hope in the mercy in
God. Go, sinner, and plead with God and fight your sins with hope in
his mercy. When he had done that he then turns to confession: "I
acknowledge my transgression, and my sin is ever before me." No weapon
to drive away guilty fears like making a clean breast of your sins.
Tell your Father you have offended; do not plead any extenuations or
mitigations. Confess that you deserve his wrath. Put yourself before
the throne of God's clemency. Confess that if it were turned to a
throne of vengeance you deserve it well. Prayers, tears, pleas for
mercy, and full confession–these are weapons to conquer with.
But note the master weapon! See where the battle began to turn into
victory. It is here when he cries in the seventh verse, "Purge me with
hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than
snow." You know that hyssop was a little bunch, a brush used to dip
into the blood–a basin full of blood, and then with this brush of
hyssop the priest sprinkled the guilty man, the unclean man, and he was
counted clean. So the master argument in this verse is blood. Oh! how
this destroys our sins, how this scatters all our doubts and fears–the
almighty weapon of the cross, the divine weapon of the atonement. Let
sins come on, and let them be more than the hairs of my head, loftier
than mountains and deeper than the unfathomed ocean, let them come
on–God's flaming wrath behind them, hell itself coming to devour me;
yet if I can but take the cross and hold it up before me, if I can
plead the precious blood I shall be safe, for I shall be saved and
prove a conqueror, notwithstanding all. Beloved, then, see that in all
your fights you use the old, old weapons of David himself–his shields
and spears–by these same weapons shall you also win the day.
IV. And now, lastly, let me suggest to you a fourth version of the
text. DID NOT DAVID HEREIN PREFIGURE HIM THAT WAS TO COME–DAVID'S SON
AND DAVID'S LORD?
Jesus Christ, our King, has hung up many shields and spears in the
house of the Lord. I shall not occupy many minutes, but I invite every
believer's heart to look at the great temple that Christ has builded,
and see how he has hung it round with trophies of his victory.
Sin–Christ has borne it in himself, endured its penalty and overcome
it; he has hung up the handwriting of ordinances that was against us as
a trophy in the house of the Lord. He has nailed it to the cross.
Satan–our great foe–he met him foot to foot in the wilderness and
discomfited him–met him in the garden–overcame him on the cross. Now
hell, too, is vanquished–Christ is Lord. The prince of the power of
the air is but his serf. The King of kings hath led captivity captive,
and all the crowns of this prince of the power of the air are hung up
as trophies. Broken are their spears: their shields all battered and
vilely cast away, hang up as memorials of what Christ has done. Death,
too, the last enemy, Christ hath taken spoils from him when he rose
again himself from his prison house, and ascended on high, leading
captivity captive. And the enmity of the human heart, my brethren. Oh I
how many of these enmities has Christ hung up in the hall, for he has
conquered that enmity and made the hater into a lover. My heart, your
heart, I hope that all our hearts, too, are trophies of what Christ's
love can do. There are some great sinners at this day who are wonderful
tokens of the power of love. When we look round the temple and see the
shields and spears hung up, we say, "Who did those shields and spears
belong to?" One says, "Why, that is the shield and spear of John
Newton, the old blasphemer!" Glory be to God, Christ conquered him.
Whose shield and spears are those? Why, that is the shield and spear of
John Bunyan, the blasphemer on the village green. God's mercy conquered
him. Yes, there will be a pillar for many of us, and I do not know
which will bring Christ most honor, for he had much ado to bring us
down. I wonder whether there will be a place for you, you old sailor?
These many year you have been living without God and without Christ.
You have been a frequenter of every place of sin, every filthy haunt in
London. I do trust God's grace will meet with you. The poor harlot,
Mary, the woman that was a sinner–there hangs her shield and spear.
She was a hard fighter, a very Amazon, but Christ conquered her, hung
up her shield and spear, and there it shall hang for ever, to the
praise of the glory of his grace, who vanquished even her, and made her
his willing servant, nay, his beloved friend. What will heaven be when
all of us shall be trophies of his power to save, and when our bodies
shall be there as well as our souls! "O death, where is thy sting? O
grave, where is thy victory?"–when not only souls, but bodies shall be
in heaven too, all trophies of what Christ has done when he plucked his
people from the jaws of the grave and delivered them from the grasp of
the sepulcher.
I came just now, before I entered here, from a sight which did my very
soul good. One of our dear and well-beloved sisters, lies very sick, I
think sue is dying–in all human probability a few hours will see her
in another world. I looked at her as one of the trophies of Christ's
power to save. I would not have missed the visit for I know not what.
She was not only calm, but joyous; nay, triumphant, expecting the time
of her departure and longing for it, speaking of everlasting
faithfulness, of sure promises, and of the presence of Christ as a
reality, which she enjoyed even now, before the veil of flesh is rent
that hides his blessed face from ours. I said to her, "How long is it
since the cloud has broken away from you?" She said, "I have had a good
deal of peace of mind, but never such joy as I have now. Now that I am
going hence I shall soon see his face without a veil between." The
victories of dying spirits substantiate the gospel. When Christian
people have no motive to overrate their assurance, and certainly no
inducement to play the hypocrite, when they have nothing in their
present sensations to inspire courage, raise enthusiasm, or buoy them
up with suspicious comfort–for heart and flesh fail–there is much to
admire in their constancy, much to animate us in their faith:
"Our dying friends are pioneers to smoothe
Our rugged path to death, to break those bars
Of terror and abhorrence Nature throws
Cross our obstructed way, and thus to make
Welcome, as safe, our port from every storm."
When you can see the eye, soon to be closed, sparkling with ecstacy,
and hear the voice feeble because the throat is choking, as brave, and
braver still than ever it has been before, and when you mark the look
of deep composure, nay, of heavenly expectancy, upon the pale, pale
face–oh! this makes our soul, my brethren, to feel that we have a
faith that is worth prizing, a Christ that is worth trusting. These are
trophies; and these death-bed trophies are hung up in that part of the
temple where we can see them.
Let us take care that we have good confidence, always walking by faith,
be the path of our pilgrimage rough or smooth, arid ever maintaining
the fight of faith, however fierce our temptations or fiery our trials.
So when we come to die we may hang up our trophies too, saying to death
and hell that we bid them defiance, for Christ is with us to the last,
making our darkest moments to be bright with the light of his presence.
God grant that all of us may be trophies of Christ, and hung up thus as
memorials for ever. Amen.
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