Our Place–at Jesus’ Feet

Our Place–at Jesus' Feet

DELIVERED BY

C. H. SPURGEON,

AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON, ONLORDS-DAYEVENING, JUNE
8,1879

"At His feet." Luke 7:38.

THE Easterns pay more attention to posture than we do. They are
demonstrative and express by outward signs much which we do not
express, or express less energetically. In their courts certain
positions must be taken up by courtiers. Oriental monarchs are
approached in positions which indicate the greatness of the king and
the submissiveness of the petitioner. So, in their worship, the
Easterns abound in postures significant of the humility which should be
felt in the Presence of God. The most of us think very little, indeed,
of outward postures. Perhaps we do not even think enough of them.
Inasmuch as in devotion we think little of the position of the body,
let us pay all the more attention to the posture of the soul.

And if it seems to us to be a matter of indifference whether a man
prays standing as Abraham did, or sitting as David did, or kneeling as
Elijah did. Yet let us take care that the posture of the soul is
carefully observed. One of the best positions in which our heart can be
found is at Jesus' feet. Here we may fall, or here we may sit and
follow excellent examples to our exceeding benefit.

The first thing that is necessary to spiritual life at all is to
recognize the Presence of Jesus and to come into relationship with Him.
To look at Him is salvation. As to look at the brazen serpent was
healing, so to look at Jesus Christ brings life eternal to the soul.
After we have come to look at Jesus and so there is a connecting link
between us and Him through which salvation comes to us, we are
described as being in various positions with regard to our Lord. We are
on His heart. Just as the priest of old carried the names of the twelve
tribes, so does Jesus carry all His people on His heart– and that is
where we are at this time.

There are favored times when, like John, we are on His bosom. We feel
His heart beating with true affection to us. We not only believe His
love but there is a kind of sense–which I may not call sense either,
for it belongs not to the grosser forms of sensation–but there is a
kind of spiritual sensitiveness which causes us to feel that Jesus
loves us. We seem to say, "God is love, I know, I feel." For in our
very hearts the love of God is shed abroad by the Holy Spirit. Then are
we raised to His bosom. And it is a blessed posture to be in–

"Oh, that we could with holy John Forever lean our heads upon The bosom
of our Lord!"

We are described, also, as being in the hands of Christ. All His saints
are in His hand. He gives unto them eternal life and they shall never
perish, for He Says, "none shall pluck them out of my hand." See your
position in the hollow of His hand, while in the Father's hand the hand
of Christ is embraced and He tells us "none is able to pluck them out
of my Father's hand."

Then, too, we are described as being on His shoulders. Does not the
Good Shepherd, when he finds the strayed sheep, cast it upon His
shoulders and carry it home? When Aaron stood pleading before the Lord
he not only carried the names of the tribes upon his breastplate but he
had them in of gold upon his shoulders. Christ carries us on the heart
of His love and on the shoulders of His power. Thus are we perfectly
safe.

You see, then, where we are. And I do not want you to forget this,
while I urge upon all the Lord's people that they should seek to be "at
His feet." You can keep all the other positions and this, too. Though
that were impossible for the body, it is quite possible for the spirit.
The highest delight and the fullest assurance are perfectly consistent
with the lowliest reverence. You may rise even to the Master's lips,
until you can say with the spouse, "Let Him kiss me with the kisses

of His mouth, for His love is better than wine." And yet you may still
be lying at His feet, conscious of your unworthiness and bowed into the
very dust under a sense of His love.

We must leave those other positions and consider the one in our text.
And we have only two remarks to make– namely, first, that at His feet
is a becoming posture. And, secondly, at His feet is a helpful posture.

I. First, AT HIS FEET IS A BECOMING POSTURE. This is proper because of
the majesty of His Person. As He is Divine, "at His feet" is the
creature's becoming place. Jesus is "God over all, blessed forever."
Let us exhibit the lowliest reverence whenever we think of Him. He
comes very near us and we sing at the communion table–

"His sacred name a common word On earth He loves to hear; There is no
majesty in Him Which love may not come near."

But there is majesty–there is Divine majesty. Jesus is our Brother but
He is the first-born among many Brethren. He has a human head but on
that head are many crowns. He wears a nature like our own but that
Nature is in union with His Godhead and we cannot think of Him without
bowing with lowly adoration before Him. The sun and the moon and the
eleven stars make obeisance to this star of Bethlehem. All the sheaves
bow before this Joseph's sheaf, as it stands upright in the midst.
Jesus, You are He whom Your Brethren shall praise! All Your mother's
sons shall bow down before You, for You are exceedingly glorious.
Behold, every tongue shall confess that You are Lord and every knee
shall bow before You. Therefore with glad prostration of spirit we bow
at Your feet even now.

We may well bow at His feet when we remember the unworthiness of
ourselves. We are insignificant creatures. That is saying little. We
are sinful creatures. Even though we have been redeemed by His precious
blood and shall never come into condemnation if we are, indeed,
Believers, yet we "were by nature children of wrath, even as others."
Undeserved mercy has made us what we are. And if, even now, His Grace
were withdrawn from us, we are fit fuel for the fires of Hell. There is
nothing in ourselves of which we can glory. And, when we come near to
Jesus, our place is "at His feet."

There may be some–no, I think there cannot be among His people any
that would aspire to any higher position than "at His feet" when they
think of their sinnership–when they even think of their wanderings
since they have known His love, of their shortcomings and coldness of
heart towards Him. But if there are any that can take a higher place, I
know that I cannot. Oh, if I may but sit forever at His feet! If I may
only look up and bless Him, that He loved me and gave Himself for me,
it shall be everlastingly Heaven to my spirit! And do you not say the
same?

Oh, utter nothingness, you are something as compared with us. For we
are less than nothing! The blank of nothingness stood not in God's way
when He came to create. But in us there was an opposition to the Divine
will–a something, I say, which was worse than nothing–which resisted
our Lord's Grace. But He has triumphed, and He has saved us and now it
is ours, with deep humiliation, to lie "at His feet."

"At His feet," again, is a place well suited to us, because of His
well-beloved claims upon us. As many of us as have been renewed by
Divine Grace we have been rescued from the slavery of Satan. And we
have come into the sweet service of Christ and now it is our great joy
to call Him Master and Lord. When we are right-minded we make a full
submission of everything to Him. We place "at His feet" all our time,
our talents, our substance. We desire to bring every thought into
captivity to His dear sway.

Our ambition is that He would rule us entirely. It is a scepter of
Divine Grace with which Jesus reigns over His trusting people, but it
is quite as powerful as the iron scepter. Oh, that He would use it and
crush our lusts with it and break our sinful desires with it like
potter's vessels, till we should be wholly given up to Him!–

"In my spirit rule and conquer,

There set up Your eternal throne;

Wean my heart from every creature,

You to love and You alone."

This is the Christian's desire. He would lie joyfully submissive at the
Savior's feet, completely subjected by the conquering Lord.

Once more–He is All in All and we would lie at His feet to find
salvation in Him and seek it nowhere else. Perhaps I am speaking to
those who long after eternal life and are crying after salvation. Come,
beloved Friend, I do not know you, but my Lord does. Come and lie at
His feet and cry, "I never will depart until You speak peace to me."
You are not

far from finding peace in Christ when you are satisfied that you cannot
find it anywhere else. When you are weaned from every hope except that
which is found in Jesus, you will soon have a hope in Him.

Come, lie prostrate there and say, "If I perish here, I will perish 'at
His feet.' " None perish there. Beneath the Cross, where the full
sacrifice was offered, there I cast myself. I will never stir an inch
beyond this. If the eternal thunderbolts can smite the Cross, they
shall blast me at the same time, for here I will stay. At Jesus' feet,
I lie, in despair as to all else but with strong resolve never to go
away from Him, resolved with Him to live or die. This is what I mean,
then, by the posture of being at Jesus' feet.

But now remember, dear Friends, that at Jesus' feet is the position
which the very brightest of the saints delight to take up. When John
was in the Isle of Patmos and saw His Master whom he loved, he did not
essay to place his head upon His bosom. Remember his words–"And when I
saw Him, I fell at His feet as dead." Now if such a one as John the
Divine lay there, that is a high enough place for you and for me. "At
His feet." Oh, let us get there! Down, down, down, high looks! Proud
thoughts, down with you! Legal hopes, self-confidence, down with you!
Away, away, with everything that lifts up man. And may Christ, alone,
be exalted while we lie at His feet. For if we do not bow willingly, we
shall have to come to it by a humbling experience.

The Lord has put all things under His feet. Let us put ourselves "at
His feet." If we will not accept Him now to be our Master and Lord, we
shall be flung into the winepress of the wrath of God and then shall He
trample upon us in His wrath and crush us in His sore displeasure. God
save us from such a doom and may we rejoice to be at His feet.

II. Now we shall attend to our second observation. We have shown, I
think, that it is a becoming posture. But now, secondly, IT IS A VERY
HELPFUL POSTURE.

Turn to my text and see that it is a very helpful posture for a weeping
penitent. "Behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she
knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an
alabaster box of ointment and stood at His feet behind Him weeping." It
helps us to repent. Do not go and stand at Moses' feet. You will never
repent there. To stand at the foot of Sinai and tremble may have its
uses. But Gospel repentance does not spring from legal terror. Gracious
tears are wept at Jesus' feet.

Oh, if you would have your heart broken till the rock shall gush with
rivers of repentance, stand at Jesus' feet. Stand there now. If you
would have a tender heart, think of the Beloved who died for you! Think
of how those feet were pierced. This woman could not see that, for it
was not then done. But you can see it and mark where the nail has bored
each blessed foot.

"At His feet" is the best place for a penitent, for it helps faith. For
as you look down at those dear feet and think, "He is God and He became
a Man to suffer in my place and those dear feet were pierced that my
heart might be delivered from death," you will find faith spring up in
your soul at the sight of the great Substitute. Such faith will bring
with it pardon. Standing at His feet, you will find Him turn His head
and say to you what He said to the woman, "Your sins, which are many,
are forgiven you. Your faith has saved you; go in peace."

Repentance, apart from Christ, will need to be repented of. Repentance
at Christ's feet is the only repentance worth having. When you weep for
sin, so that you cannot see Christ through your tears, away with them!
Unbelieving tears are not such as God delights in. But it is a sweet,
sweet thing to taste a salt repentance and then to taste the honey of a
honeyed pardon–to have the soul smarting and then to have it
rejoicing, too, because it stands at Jesus' feet.

And let me say to all weeping penitents–Get away to Jesus' feet,
because it is there your love will flow and there you will begin to
think of doing something for Him who will blot out your sin. Did not
this woman unbind the luxuriant tresses of her head to make a towel?
Did she not, instead of pitcher and basin, use the fountains of her
eyes, no, the fountains of her heart, with which to bathe His feet? And
then for ointment she broke the alabaster box and kissed, and kissed,
and kissed, and kissed again, those dear, dear feet of Him who had
brought salvation to her.

O Penitents, I pray you stand not outside in the cold porch with Moses
but come indoors, where Jesus welcomes you. And stand at His feet and
He will give you that blessed repentance after a godly sort, which
shall bring you an answer of peace and shall nourish life in your soul.
"At His feet," then, is a helpful posture to the weeping penitent.

Now you have got your Bibles open at Luke's seventh chapter, turn over
to the eighth chapter and the thirty-fifth verse. You know the story of
the man that had a legion of devils in him who used to cut himself and
who lived among the

tombs. Now we read, "They went out to see what was done. And came to
Jesus and found the man, out of whom the devils were departed, sitting
at the feet of Jesus."

At Jesus' feet is the best place for a new convert. What a state of
mind and body this poor man must have been in who was possessed of
devils that carried him over hedge and ditch and field and flood–he
knew not where! Men bound him with chains but like another Samson, he
snapped them. He tore himself with flints and knives and thorns. Poor
wretch! He rested not day nor night. And ever with his dolorous cry he
made nights hideous, so that they that passed by the cemeteries
startled, feeling that they had come near the gates of Hell.

A whole legion of devils dwelt within this poor wretch. And when Christ
cast all the devils out of him, he must have been spent and exhausted,
just as after a delirium there seems no life left. He wanted rest.
Where was he to get it? He sat at Jesus' feet. Do you know why he
rested there? It was because he felt the devils could not press on to
Jesus' feet. He felt quite sure the devils would never enter into his
body again while he sat at Jesus' feet. Why, no, the devils had been
afraid of Jesus and had gone into the swine and rushed into the sea to
escape from Him.

While he sat at the feet of that great One who had rescued him from so
terrible a fate, he seemed to feel, "I am safe here." At Jesus' feet he
plucked up courage and gathered strength! With his new clothes on (he
had not worn any for many a day) and his tangled hair combed out again
and his poor face, that had been covered with filth, all cleansed
again, I can hardly imagine the pleasurable sensation and the happiness
that he felt! Except I remember how I have sometimes felt myself, after
sharp pains and long diseases, when I have come forth to breathe the
air again, free from pain. Convalescence is very sweet and fairly
pictures how souls feel when they get Christ at last. "He has saved me
but, oh, I am weary, I am weary. I will sit at His feet." And as we sit
at His feet, we feel all weariness pass away.

"Old things are passed away. Behold, all things are become new." We see
a new Heaven and a new earth and we are made completely new creatures.
Where should we sit but at His feet who makes all things new? You that
have found Christ and now greatly need rest, do not try to find rest
anywhere but in Him. Come and sit "at His feet." Have no more cries, no
more fears, no more doubts, no more despairs. Christ has saved you. Sit
still and remember what He has done and what He is doing. Sit still and
look up at His dear face and say, "Blessed be the altogether lovely One
who plucked me out of the jaws of Hell and delivered me from between
the teeth of the dragon." O dear Friends, there is no rest like resting
at Jesus' feet!–

"Here it is I find my Hea ven While upon the Cross I gaze."

Now, turn with your finger a little farther to the forty-first verse of
the same chapter and you will find out that "at Jesus' feet" is a very
helpful posture for a pleading intercessor–for one who is himself
saved and is pleading for others. "Behold, there came a man named
Jairus and he was a ruler of the synagogue: and he fell down at Jesus'
feet and besought Him that He would come into his house: for he had
only one daughter, about twelve years of age and she lay a dying."

Many of us know what it is to intercede with God for others. But there
is no interceding that is so efficacious as that which is done at
Jesus' feet. When your heart breaks–when you feel that you do not
deserve the mercy that you are seeking for–when, like Abraham, you
cry, "I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, which am but dust
and ashes," it is then that you prevail. Lie "at His feet." But do not
lie there as if it were somebody else's feet. Let it be Jesus' feet,
the feet of your dear Lord, who came to save you. Lie there and say,
"Lord, save my daughter. Lord, save my wife," or, "Lord, have mercy
upon my wandering, willful boy and save him, for Your mercy's sake."
Plead with your whole soul. Plead importunately. But do not plead
despairingly.

If you are at Jesus' feet, you are near to the Fountain of help. You
are near to Him who tenderly loves you, One who would not have had feet
if He had not loved mankind, for He took His body upon Him out of love
and His feet are a part of His frame. Oh, to realize the presence of
Christ when we pray, for if not, we pray out into the open common, or
across the cruel sea. I like praying right into the Mediator's ear. It
is grand praying when Jesus is near and you speak to Him as a man
speaks to his friend. Thus do I pray now–"Lord, have mercy upon my
congregation. Save the people. Lord, have mercy upon those whom I have
prayed for many a time, who still are not renewed in heart."

We always prevail when we pray so. When I know that I have gained
Christ's ear I look out for the answer as confidently as I expect an
answer to a letter that I send by post. Some of our prayers do not go
that way for want of our believing that He is and that He is the
Rewarder of them that diligently seek Him. But when we believe that He
will hear us, He

does hear us. So, Jairus, if your daughter is sick, pray for her, but
do it "at Jesus' feet." You have an ungodly relative and you have
prayed often but perhaps you have not prayed at Jesus' feet and I urge
you now to try that hallowed place.

This fourth time will you turn a little farther, to Luke 10:39. "She
had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus' feet and heard His
word." So that "at Jesus' feet" is the fitting place for a willing
learner. A lowly sense of our own ignorance so that we do not dare to
sit higher than "at His feet," but a believing confidence in His
infinite wisdom so that we sit "at His feet" to learn of Him–this is
suitable. How much better scholars we should be if we tried to learn at
Jesus' feet! Some even of the Lord's people are a deal too knowing.
Many a boy at school does not learn anything of an excellent master,
for he is conceited–he knows nothing and he teaches himself.

I am afraid we are like that scholar. We know nothing and we teach
ourselves. We have prejudices–opinions of what the Truths of God ought
to be. This is evil–but, oh, it is very sweet to feel, "I do not know
anything. I come and take the Bible and ask it to photograph itself
upon my heart"! Some minds are like stained glass windows. They shut
out much of the light and the little light that does struggle through,
they color after their own manner. It is better to be plain glass so
that the Lord's light, with all its color and delicacy of shade, may
come in just as it comes from Heaven, with nothing gathered from
ourselves. Beloved, I pray the Lord to free us all from prejudice, from
self-conceit and from opinions which originate with others.

We must learn at Jesus' feet. Not at the feet of man, when man goes
away from Christ. At times the Lord may send a man whom He teaches and
what we gather from him may be God's own voice to us. Still we must
always be ready to discriminate between what the man says of himself
and what he says in his Master's name. For there is a grave difference.
"At Jesus' feet" we must take up our seat. Dear young men that are
beginning to study theology and that wish to become teachers of others,
do not give yourselves up to any system and say, "I follow this doctor,
or that."

John Wesley is not our master–but Jesus Christ is. John Calvin is not
our Master, but Jesus Christ. It does not matter how great and good
these men were–they were worthy of the love of all the Church of God
but we call them not Rabbi. We may follow the man as far as the man
follows Christ but not an inch farther. We must sit at Jesus' feet,
humble, teachable, child-like, confidently believing what Jesus says
but having no "know" of our own–taking it all from Him.

But my time fails me and so I must take you to the last instance that I
will give you in Luke. Look at Luke 17–and the sixteenth verse–the
chapter which I read to you. We find that the Samaritan who had been
healed fell down on his face at His feet, giving Him thanks. Well,
then, that position is most helpful to every grateful worshipper. I
think I see the angels and the blood-bought ones commencing one of
their celestial chorales. The eye of my imagination is almost smitten
with blindness as I gaze upon the scene. They are all brighter than the
sun and the whole company shines with the light of more than a thousand
fold midday.

Hear them as they commence the rapturous strain! Their notes–how
sweet, how seraphic–as they praise the eternal Father and the glorious
Lamb of God! We hear the song. How it swells! Hearken to the soft
touches of the harpers harping with their harps! Do you note how the
singers and the players of instruments seem caught up in the ecstasy?
But mark! As the song rises they begin to bow. As it rises higher they
bow lower and lower and lower. Hark! The enthusiastic fervor of their
love has made them lift their loudest hallelujah.

And lo, they cast their crowns at His sacred feet! The whole company is
still lifting up the song to its utmost glory but soon they fall on
their faces, prostrate before the Throne. "At His feet" is their
loftiest position. Let us imitate them, and making the worship more
ecstatic than before, bow before Him–

"Lo, at His feet, with awful joy The adoring armies fall! With joy they
shrink to nothing there, Before the eternal All."

So let us praise Him for all that He has done for us. And, as we praise
Him, let us sink lower and lower and lower, till in ourselves we are
nothing and Christ alone lives in us. Let no thought of self, nor wish
for self, nor dream of self intrude but let Jesus be All in All. "At
His feet." There shall our Heaven be found. When our soul is deepest
bathed in grateful praise we shall fall down on our faces and worship
the Lamb. The Lord bless you, and keep you at His feet forever. Amen.