Fever and Its Cure

Fever and Its Cure

A SERMON INTENDED FOR READING ON LORD'S-DAY, NOVEMBER 23, 1890.

DELIVERED BY C. H. SPURGEON,

AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON, ON THURSDAY EVENING, SEPT.
11, 1890.

"And He arose out of the synagogue, and entered into Simon's house. And
Simon's wife's mother was taken with a great fever, and they besought
Him for her. And He stood over her, and rebuked the fever; and it left
her: and immediately she arose and ministered unto them." Luke 4:38,39.

PETER was of Bethsaida but he had a house at Capernaum. Is it not
highly probable that he had moved there to be near our Lord's
headquarters, to hear everything that He said, to see all His miracles,
and to yield Him constant attendance and service? I think it was so.
This is what we should expect from the Lord's true-hearted followers
and I am sad when I remember how many professed disciples of Jesus
nowadays act on another principle. When they are moving they do not
consider whether they shall be near a House of Prayer or a place of
usefulness. Though their souls have been fed and they have declared
intense love to the Church and the pastor, they nevertheless go away
with a light heart to places where there are no means of Grace.

Should these things be so? In choosing our residence, we should have
large respect to its relation to our soul's work and welfare. We should
ask, "Shall we be where we can honor our Lord?" In his house, Simon
willingly entertained his wife's mother, which is presumptive evidence
that he was a good man, willing out of love to run risk of discomfort.
We have evidence that his wife's mother was a good woman, for the
moment that she was healed, she arose and ministered unto them–whereas
in too many cases–an invalid and aged person would demand to be waited
upon. She was a blessing to any house, for she evidently lent all the
strength she had to the work of the family.

I know just such women whose very life is to minister to others. Happy
Peter to have such a mother-in-law! Happy mother-in-law to have such a
son! Good as the tenants were, sickness came to the house. Capernaum
was situated, like several other towns, in that low, marshy district
which surrounds the northern part of the sea of Galilee, near the spot
where the Jordan runs into it. There was always a great deal of fever
about and that fever, putting on its very worst form, had come to
Peter's house as "a great fever," and had laid low his excellent
mother-in-law, much to the grief of all. However dear you may be to the
heart of God and however near you live to Him, you will be liable to
sorrow. "Although affliction comes not forth of the dust, neither does
trouble spring out of the ground; yet man is born unto trouble, as the
sparks fly upward."

None of us can hope for entire exemption from affliction–I am not sure
that we should wish for it. But then, it so happened–and it so happens
always–that just when the trial came, Jesus came, too. It is very
beautiful to see the Lord of Life close on the track of the fever,
ready to deliver His chosen one. When a great affliction comes to a
house, a great blessing is coming, too. As our tribulations abound, so
do our consolations. I have often noticed that when we are exceedingly
glad, some ill news will hurry up to calm our excitement. It has
happened so to me this very week–returning from a happy meeting, a
telegram met me to announce a sorrowful bereavement. On the other hand,
when we are exceedingly sorrowful, the Lord, by His Holy Spirit, causes
a sense of peace and rest to steal over us and sustain us.

How often have I found the Divine Presence more consciously revealed
and more sweetly sustaining in the hour of trouble than at any other
season! I would not invite the fever to my house, but if Jesus would
come with it, I would not be alarmed at its approach! If we see our
Lord riding on the pale horse, we will welcome the horse for the sake
of its Rider! Come, Lord Jesus, come how You will! But suffer not the
trial to come alone!

When Jesus came, they told Him of her. Make a practice of telling the
Lord about all your family concerns. Bring sicknesses and other
troubles to your best Friend. Do it at family prayer, but do it, also,
alone at your bedside. If Jesus

has come to stay with you, He will not hold Himself aloof from your
anxieties. He comes with His great sympathetic heart to be afflicted in
your afflictions. Keep no secret from Him, since He keeps none from you
for, "The secret of the Lord is with them that fear Him." So Peter and
the rest told Jesus of the good woman who was bedridden with fever and
at once the Lord Jesus went into the room and brought His Divine power
to bear upon the disease that she might be at once restored.

He stood over her. He rebuked the fever. He took her by the hand and
lifted her up–and in a moment the fever was gone–and she was not only
well, but strong! You have heard this incident preached from before,
but not in the way in which I shall use it. It is a very singular thing
that, as far as I know, in the whole range of homiletics there is not
one in which this cure of the fever is treated as the other healing
miracles have been. The other miraculous cures have been legitimately
regarded by preachers of the Word as types of the removal of certain
forms of sin. When we preach about the leper, we talk to you concerning
great sin and grievous defilement. When we consider the story of
Lazarus, who had been dead, we perceive that every point of his
resurrection bristles with spiritual teaching.

If it is so in other miracles, why not in this? Why is one miracle to
be looked upon as instructive as to spiritual and moral Truth and
another is left unused? I shall use this miracle of the healing of the
fevered one for ourselves, since it may be that some of us are mentally
or spiritually sick of a fever. There is a fever of soul which comes
even upon gracious people which only Christ can heal. Oh, that He may
heal us now! Here will be the run of my discourse. First, spiritual
fevers are common. Secondly, they are from several causes. Thirdly,
these are mischievous in their action and fourthly, there is One who
can cure these fevers.

Oh, that I may be helped so to speak of this spiritual disease at this
time, that while you hear my voice, you may also feel my Master's touch
and go your way restored from your fever!

I. Let me, first, remind you, that SPIRITUAL FEVERS ARE VERY COMMON. A
fever begins with a kind of restlessness. The patient cannot be quiet
nor be at ease in any position. He is not pleased with anything for
more than a moment. He cannot help it–he is tossed to and fro–he is
like the troubled sea. He suspects everybody and has confidence in
nothing. Are there not many who are in that condition with regard to
spiritual things? Their religion is a question, rather than a
doctrine–an experiment and not an experience. Their own interest in
Christ is a grave anxiety rather than an assured delight. They believe
the promise, but cannot grasp it for themselves so as to feel sure and
happy.

A sermon full of good cheer does not afford them a cup of comfort. They
are so feverish that they settle to nothing. No promise, no Truth of
God, no heavenly gift can yield them repose–they are tossed up and
down like the locust. This restlessness affects them with regard to
temporal things, too–they are always anxious, doubtful, timorous.
There is that excellent woman, Martha. She is here tonight, but she has
had a task to tear herself away from the washing and mending. And while
she has been sitting here she has been wondering all the while whether
she put the guard before the fire when she came out. She has felt three
or four times in her pocket for her keys. She is half afraid that an
accident will happen to the baby before she gets back. She is anxious
about everything she can think of and anxious about some things she has
not thought of. Will her husband be home before she gets back? How will
he be? Will he like his supper? Will the children all be well tomorrow?
Evidently she has the domestic fever upon her and rest is out of the
question. She must worry and fidget–there is no consoling her.

I know what it is as a minister to feel very feverish about the
characters and proceedings of the members of the Church. I have been
told that farmers are very liable to the weather fever. It is either
too wet or too dry. There may be good times for the root-crops, but
then, it is bad for the corn. Merchants have the speculative fever, and
workmen the strike fever. Some of you trades folk are wonderfully
feverish in reference to your shop and your stock-taking. Will you,
after all, have a good season and make a fair profit? When a man falls
into that state, although we do not call in a doctor, there is great
need to call in the heavenly Physician. A Christian in good, sound,
spiritual health is calm, quiet, peaceful, happy, full of repose–for
he is obedient to that sweet verse of the Psalm–"Rest in the Lord, and
wait patiently for Him." This restlessness is a sign of the times, but
it is a great pity that it should afflict the people of God.

Some folks with this fever are troubled with the burning heat of
irritability. They take offense where none is intended. You cannot put
your words in the right order to satisfy them. Members of Churches who
get into this irritable state are always imagining that they have
enemies all around them–everybody has not been quite respectful to
their royal highnesses–they treasure up little slights and feel highly
indignant. I know more people with this fever than I should

like to mention. It is a happy thing to live with a Brother who is
spiritually and mentally sound, for then you may speak freely and you
need not be afraid of being misunderstood. But feverish folk make you
an offender for a word, or a look. They are grieved because you did not
see them, or did see them–either way you are wrong! One feels that he
is like a man walking among eggs–he has to be careful, even to a
painful degree. Let us be gentle with the irritable Brother. He cannot
help it, poor man! It is not the man so much as it is the fever that is
in him.

The influence of fever is seen in other ways. It is intermittent and
makes the patient change from hot to cold. Feverish persons love a
religion of excitement. They are eager and impatient, omit repentance
and leap into a false security. Their zeal is not according to
knowledge and so it is fierce as the blaze of thorns under a pot and
dies out as soon. What haste they make! Everything must be done
immediately–the patient waiting of faith is too slow for them. They
are determined to drive the Church before them and drag the world after
them–to plod on in Scriptural ways they cannot endure. We like to see
the healthy heat of earnestness, but theirs is the burning heat
ofpassion. This fever heat soon turns to a chill and they shiver with
dislike of the very thing they cried up so loudly. They are as cold as
they were hot! And again they turn to be as hot as they were cold!

A strange fever is upon them and you know not where to find them. The
steady warmth of vital principle, intelligent faith, true love to
Christ and zeal for the conversion of souls has little in common with
the fever of fanaticism. May God grant that we may always have the
warmth of healthy life, but may we be saved from being delirious one
day and lethargic the next! Religious inflammation is the dangerous
counterfeit of holy zeal. Be as hot as you will, but do not turn cold
directly, or else we shall tremble for you.

A worse kind of fever, perhaps, is that which shows itself in thirst of
different kinds. Some suffer from the yellow fever of avarice–they
thirst for gold water–and the more they drink the more the thirst
consumes them. They rise up early, they sit up late, they eat the bread
of carefulness and all they long for is to gain and hoard–the love of
Jesus is not near to their hearts. They are all hack and hurry, toil
and turmoil, woe and worry. The deadly yellow fever is upon them–they
must lay up much goods for many years and add field to field till they
are left alone in the earth. God save His people from even a touch of
this fever!

Some are smitten with the scarlet fever of ambition. They must be
everybody. Some would be great, greater, greatest and then greater
still, always sighing for the pre-eminence, like Diotrephes. Ambition,
kept in due check, may be right enough, but when it rises to fever
heat, it is a great sin. The man does not enjoy what he has because he
is lusting for more. And meanwhile he treads down his brethren and
becomes high-minded and unkind. While anyone is still a little higher
than himself, he is envious and malicious. May the Lord cure us of
these fevers if we have even the smallest trace of them!

Alas, alas! I have to mention one other fever, which is a kind of
gastric fever, a fever of the stomach! It comes to men who have
degraded themselves below the brutes by intoxication. When they seek to
abstain and quit the cup, a drink fever hinders them. Some imagine that
it is an easy thing to escape from drunkenness, but it is not so. Those
who are now true children of God have given us an awful description of
the hankering which came upon them months after they had given up the
drink. Often it seemed to them nothing but a miracle that they kept
clear of the temptation–they felt as if they must drink or die! O dear
Friends, have great pity upon the drunk in his struggle to escape! Help
him all you can by words of encouragement and especially by the grand
encouragement of your own example, for, believe me, it is a horrible
fever and happy is he who has never felt it. If any of you have it upon
you, look to Almighty Grace for deliverance, for if you look to
anything short of this, I fear you will go back to your sin.

Yet one more fever I would mention. There is one which I may well call
brain fever–a very common disease nowadays. Persons cannot be
satisfied with the old doctrines of the Gospel–they must have
something new. They do not know that in theology nothing new is true
and nothing true is new. God has given us a faith which He once and for
all delivered unto the saints with no intention that it should ever be
changed. Do you think that Revelation is imperfect and that we are to
improve upon it? After all, then, it is not God's Revelation that we
are to believe but our own deductions and our own improvements
thereupon? God forbid that we should fall under such a delusion!

Very many young men–and I dare say young women, too, though I do not
so often meet with them–have begun to feel that they must think,
which, also, we should be glad for them to do! But they dream that they
must think their own thoughts and they will not submit their thoughts
to the instruction of the Spirit of God. This is a vain thought! They

claim that they may think as they please and so it comes to pass that
their thoughts are not God's thoughts. They diverge more and more from
the eternal Truth of God till they wander among the dark mountains of
error and perish in utter infidelity! God keep us from this! If this
fever is upon any one of you, may the cooling hand of the Holy Spirit
and the sobering influence of a Divine experience bring you back to
spiritual and mental health.

These fevers are as common as they are fatal. If you, dear Hearer, have
not suffered from them, many others have done so and we are anxious for
their cure–therefore, we would bring them to Jesus who can rebuke the
fever–and heal the sick ones.

II. Secondly, THESE FEVERS ARISE FROM MANY CAUSES. Peter's wife's
mother may have been struck with

fever through the undrained and boggy spots around the sea of Galilee,
especially where the Jordan makes a marsh. She dwelt in a low spot,
where the air was full of malaria and the fever pounced upon her. Ah,
Christian people! If you live below your privileges. If you live in the
marshland of worldliness. If prayer is neglected. If the Bible is not
read. If the great Truths of the Gospel do not fill your meditations.
If you sojourn much among ungodly folk and make them your
companions–you are living in a low situation where you will get one or
other of these fevers before long!

If you climb the mountains of confidence in God and dwell near Him and
rest your souls upon Him, the fever will soon vanish! But if you
continue in the hollows of unbelief and the damp places of worldliness,
you will grow more and more anxious and restless and will thirst for
evil things. You who dwell in the misty lowlands doubt your own love to
Jesus. If you climbed the hills ofjoy and dwelt on the heights of
fellowship, you would know your love to God and find it growing daily!
The sunlight of His Countenance is a sure cure for the fever of
anxiety! Abide with Him and the heat of anxiety will depart, your
irritability will disappear and you will be calm and joyful!

A second great cause of spiritual fever is allowing things to stagnate.
The moment the sanitary authorities cut drains, let the waters run out
of the land and carry away the filth, the fever begins to abate.
Stagnant water breeds a noxious atmosphere and fever is sure to come.
When the waters are no longer putrid, but have free course, then the
source of fever is taken away. How many people get into a feverish
state through having everything stagnant! You do not teach in the
Sunday school–your teaching power is stagnant. You never go out to the
village station to preach–your talking power is stagnant. You have
nobody to pray for–your intercessory power is stagnant. Everything
about you is still and stale. You have nothing to live for, nothing to
do–and therefore your whole being is shut up within itself–and this
breeds mischief. The Lord help you to cut a good wide drain and let
your life run out to some useful purpose instead of hoarding it up by
selfishness. Spiritual fever soon disappears before holy, unselfish
activity.

Fevers, again, come in through excessive heat. In countries where the
temperature rises high, fever is more common and fatal than with us.
The white man dies and even the black man finds it hard to live in
parts of Africa. I fear that life in London is growing very much like
the tropical regions. Our forefathers took things rather more coolly
than we do. In Cromwell's time a writer tells us that he walked all
down Cheapside in the early morning and found all the blinds down
because at every house they were having family prayer. Where will you
go to find such a state of things in this burning age? You are up in
the morning and at it–and all day long you are at it, and at it, and
at it! Little rest is given to our minds and yet we need holy rest. We
need to sit at Jesus' feet with Mary–and because we do not do so, the
burden and heat of the day are telling upon our spiritual
constitutions–and we are not strong as we need to be.

But, worst of all, fever is often born of filth. I suppose that even
excessive heat would not produce it if it were not for decaying matter
which, in rotting, gives out evil vapors and deadly gases. There is
nothing more putrid in the natural world than sin is in the moral
world. Flee from sin as you would from a reeking dunghill of
rottenness. I charge you, children of God, be clean in yourselves and
your surroundings. "Be you clean that bear the vessels of the Lord." It
is hard to avoid contact with evil in these days–but yet we must aim
at it. Our public walls disgust us with indecencies of the most staring
kind–they make us blush for the times.

We can, however, keep ourselves from the resorts of the frivolous, the
vicious and the drunken–and I beseech you, as you love the Lord and as
you desire to be healthy in His sight–stand not in the way of sinners,
nor sit in the seat of the scorners. Run not with the multitude to do
evil! Come out from among them–be you separate–touch not the unclean
thing, for then God will be a Father unto you and you shall be His sons
and daughters. The corruption which reeks around us has the dread
tendency to breed fevers in our minds of the most perilous kind–we
must, therefore, use our utmost endeavors, by the Grace of God, to keep
ourselves disinfected.

Fever also comes of overcrowding. Where people are closely packed
together in their sleeping places, breathing exhausted air, disease
lurks as in its chosen lair. I am afraid that most of us get too
crowded by fellowship with men– conversing with them from morning to
night, working with them, dealing with them in business–and thus
learning their ways and catching their spirit. Oh, to get into the
purer atmosphere of Heaven and to be alone with God! In the spiritual
realm we find space and air enough for a soul to breathe freely. Where
God manifests Himself to us we are refreshed with breezes from the
eternal hills! Why are we wearied with man's talk, or with women's
chat, when conversation with God would revive our spirits? Oh, to be
quit of men and quiet with God! Amid this crowd we find our souls
suffocating, but when we are on the mount of God we breathe freely and
feel revived.

Not to leave out any one thing which may instruct us, I would remind
you that fevers are often caused by poor diet. Persons have not enough
to eat and the fever germs fructify in their weakness. With many
Christians the rule seems to be one spiritual meal a week. Sunday
morning is the occasion for baiting the religious horse. Your very
respectable Christian person goes out to worship on Sunday morning–but
at no other time. What does he do on Sunday afternoon? This witness
says nothing. What does he do on Sunday evening? He is at home taking
his ease. At a Prayer Meeting, some time ago, one Brother prayed that
the Lord would bless those who were at home "on beds of sickness and on
sofas of wellness." The last words were unexpected, but very necessary.
Certain of our friends practice the art of tarrying at home, but I fear
they do not divide the spoil.

As to Prayer Meetings, and week-night lectures, these are regarded
rather as tasks than privileges by many professors. They live on one
meal a week. Would any of you, who are doing this, oblige me with a
trial of this regimen in reference to your bodies? Will you only eat on
a Sunday morning? You shall take what you please at that one meal and
consume as much as you can of it–but you must have only that one meal
till next week! Do you decline the experiment? I think you are wise. I
should not expect to see you here often to report your experience. I
feel sure you would break through the regulation before it had reached
its full result. Therefore, I pray you, do not carry out the experiment
of spiritual starvation, lest you die in the operation!

This neglect of heavenly food brings many Christians into so low a
state that spiritual fever readily fastens upon them. Alas, many have
poor spiritual diets. Spiritual meals, nowadays, when they are taken,
do not amount to much. In many a place where Christ was preached by a
good old man who is now in Heaven, you will find that anything else is
held forth except the Lord Jesus. Your cultured gentleman sickens at
the idea of preaching about the precious blood. He calls the cardinal
doctrine of the Atonement, "the theology of the shambles." Shame on his
profane tongue! He is ashamed to speak of original sin, or the new
birth, or to tell men that if they are not saved they will be cast into
Hell! He is too refined to speak the plain Truth of God! You may eat a
thousand meals of his sort of meat before you will know that you have
had a mouthful! It is all light as air and unsubstantial as froth. Such
wind can never satisfy a hungering soul, but it can starve it down so
low that disease preys upon it.

Some become fevered, not so much by what they do themselves, as by
being in contact with others who are full of the disease, for it is
exceedingly contagious. I can bear witness to that. It has been my lot
to deal with the fevers of doubt, depression, anxiety and despair–and
it is hard to deal with these without catching them! I remember that
one day I saw several mournful cases of depression. I will not say that
the patients ought to have been in an asylum, but I am sure that many
in those places are as reasonable as those I conversed with. They were
sadly doubting, fearing, trembling and dreading–and it was no light
work to treat their unhappy cases. I tried to comfort them and I hope
that I succeeded in a measure–but by the time that I had borne the
burdens of a half dozen of them, I needed comfort myself!

It is not easy to lift others up without finding yourself exhausted. I
went over all the Gospel arguments for salvation by faith and I heard
their objections. I pressed the Truth of God upon them and when they
went away smiling, I stayed behind to pray God to make the work
effectual and also to lift up the light of His Countenance upon me–for
I needed to be filled again after pouring out my soul for others! The
fever of depression may be caught while we are acting as surgeons to
other fevered ones. If you live with a friend who is always playing on
the minor key, you will find your own music growing mournful. If you
have companions in life who are nervous, fretful, fearful,
melancholy–or, what is worse, full of doubts of God–you will likely
be warped as they are and you will soon feel that the sunlight has gone
out of your life.

What must you do? Run away from these sorrowful ones? By no means! But
you must seek more Divine Grace, that, instead of being dragged down by
them, you may draw them upward, by His Grace, to God and brighter
things! Be filled with spiritual life and then you will survive your
contact with the feeble and diseased. I could not help mentioning
this– for to me it is a frequent cause of fever and I would that I
could rise far above it!

III. Thirdly, and as briefly as I can, THIS FEVER, IN ANY OF ITS FORMS,
IS MISCHIEVOUS. What does it do? Well, fever puts you altogether out of
order. You cannot precisely say where a fever begins or ends, or in
what organ it operates most powerfully for it puts the whole system out
of gear. Nothing is right. You feel as if you could not sit, or lie, or
be quiet in any position. You cannot do anything and yet you must be
doing. Now, when a soul gets into the fever of unbelief, fear and
anxiety, it is in general disorder. Prayer is fevered. Song languishes.
Patience fails. Service drags. The mind is like a harp whose strings
are out of tune. It is a mischievous thing, this fever–mischievous to
every faculty.

And then it brings sin and misery. In the commencement of a fever, pain
is usually felt in the joints and other parts of the body. If I am
fearful and anxious, I am in mental pain. If I am doubting and
dreading, I am in pain. If I am fretful, irritable, petulant,
murmuring–I must have pain and hence it is an evil thing to be
overtaken by a spiritual fever. Mental fever takes away beauty from the
Christian. A man who has a fever has his features pinched and drawn. A
practiced doctor can tell when a patient has the fever by the very look
of his face. Looking at his eyes and other features, he says, "This man
has a typhoid upon him. I am sure of it."

Are there not some Christians who do not look as they used to look?
They are ill-humored, or timid, or fretful, or hasty–and all through
the inward fever. Their voice has lost the joyful note it used to have
and their whole deportment is dreary. The hallelujahs have gone. The
hosannas have died out. The Lord would have His people beautiful and
gladsome. He made them that they might show forth His praise. It is no
small evil when the heat of spiritual fever dries up the moisture of
our Graces and turns our comeliness into corruption. This mental heat
brings with it languor and weakness. The man is a Christian, but he is
not much of a Christian. He lives, but he does not grow, nor exhibit
strength.

What a difference there is between the able-bodied worker and the
invalid! Here is a railway cutting to be made through a hill and we
need a number of working men to do it. They tell me that we can get a
hundred men at once if we apply to the Hospital for Consumptives. But
we do not see the wisdom of the advice. Poor fellows–what a misery it
would be to see them doing their little best with pain and labor! I had
rather not be the leader of such a band. Give me a company of stout
English knaves with bone and muscle! Why, the mountain dies before
their spades like the waters before the blast of the north wind! The
road is cut through the mountain and the men are gone to perform like
wonders elsewhere.

We need, in these days, Christian men with stamina in them! What work
healthy souls will do! But when they catch fever in their souls, what
painful and futile efforts they make! Dear Friends, it is to be feared
that those who give way to fever may drift into delirium, by-and-by,
for fevers often lead to that. My good friend who begins complaining
just a little does not know that he will grow to be one of the most
obstinate grumblers in the world! My good Sister yonder, who is only a
little nervous and fretful, does not know into what an abyss of
unbelief she will yet plunge! If you say one word against God, there is
no reason why you should not say two. And if you say two, the devil
will soon teach you to say 20, till at last you rave at the Lord God!
Oh, that we could be silent before Him, in holy calm and peace! We
should then escape that delirium of rebellious dread into which so many
are hurried.

If, by God's Grace, we are delivered from this fever, it may leave
behind it sad remains. Any doctor will tell you that fevers are not
only to be dreaded for what they are, but for what they leave behind
them. When a man is cured of fever, he may yet be injured for the rest
of his life. And if you and I do not keep quiet before God–and calm
and happy, but begin to get anxious and willful, avaricious, and
ambitious–we may hurt ourselves seriously for all time! And, it may
be, even on our death-bed we shall look back with sorrow to that day of
unbelief when we grieved the Lord and lost His Presence. The Lord keep
us from these fevers in every degree!

I must also remind you of one thing more, Beloved–this disease, as I
have said, is catching. I brought this fact forward under our second
head, but I must mention it again. If some of you could fret and
trouble and worry yourselves–and did not, at the same time, injure
others–it might not so much matter. But the sad fact is there are some
Christians who drag others down into their own wretchedness. You spoil
the joys of the saints! They are willing to comfort you but you ought
not to be so ready to cause them disquietude. Some of you are enough to
give the fever of

despondency to a whole parish! God's ministers are willing to comfort
you, but they ought not to be called upon to spend so much time in
entering into your case. It is a dreadful waste of time and
thought–this looking after the fevered ones. When an army has to carry
half its number in ambulances, it takes well-near the other half to
carry them and no fighting can be done.

The cruelties of war are great, but I am told that the aim is now to
not kill the opposite party, but to wound them. If you kill a man, he
counts one as a loss to the other side–but if you wound a man and
another man is called out to look after him, that counts as a loss of
two from the fight. This is the sort of craft whereby Satan injures the
host of God. He does not kill off some of you by leading you into gross
sin, but he wounds you so that you need more than one to look after
you–and thus the strength of the army of salvation is greatly
diminished. I ought to be spending my strength in winning souls, but
instead I have to look after you who have the fever. I am content to be
a nurse, but I had rather be winning souls.

IV. Lastly, THERE IS ONE WHO CAN CURE THE FEVER. I am afraid that I
have given rather a sad description

and I am sorry that some of you have been obliged to say, "However sad,
it is true of us." But observe, dear Friends, the cure–which is not
worked by medicine, or surgery, or any profound system of the doctors.
The cure lies here. The poor patient lies flat in her bed. We read,
"She was laid and sick of a fever." She could not, therefore, sit up,
much less rise from the bed. When she opened her eyes and looked up,
she saw the Lord Jesus Christ standing over her. O fevered soul! Open
your eyes tonight and see Jesus standing over you! With tender love and
Infinite compassion He looks down upon you. He shields you, thinks of
you and watches over you for good. He will help you, therefore, fear
not. Over you, tonight, He broods as does an eagle over its young.
Jehovah-Jesus bows over you with fullness of love and power! In your
present trouble, fear and depression of spirit, Jesus stands over you
and His eyes and His heart are upon you!

Then next, to her great surprise, the Lord touched her. Dear Master,
touch the fevered ones tonight! Oh, to feel that He is a real Man like
yourself, your Brother, very near to you! This is the touch which will
drive out the fever. I love the old verse–

"A Man there was, a real Man Who once on Calvary died, That same dear
Man exalted sits High at His Father's side."

The Lord Jesus is a real Man and so He touches you in your feeble and
suffering nature and He seems to say, "In all your afflictions I am
afflicted." When saints are in the furnace, One like unto the Son of
God is there with them! They are sufferers, but He is "the Man of
Sorrows, and acquainted with grief." The Lord give you to feel the
touch of the true humanity of Christ!

We read that when our Lord had touched her, He rebuked the fever. Your
feverishness deserves His rebuke. Oh, that He would bid it be gone! Oh,
that He would say tonight, "Be gone unbelief! Be gone anxiety! Be gone
fretfulness! Be gone doubt and fear"! The winds and the waves heard His
rebuke and from their noise and clamor they hushed themselves to a
great calm. Oh, that Jesus would come, now, and speak to your
feverishness and you shall be as happy as the birds of Paradise!

I had a great trouble last night–I will not tell you what it was–a
great trouble to my heart. But this morning I had a great joy which I
will tell you. It is this note–"Dear Sir, I feel so happy to tell you
that the Lord has pardoned a poor outcast of society. I got into your
place in a crowd, hoping nobody would see me. I had been out all night
and was miserable. While you were preaching about the leper, [See
Sermon No. 2162, "And Why Not Me?"] my whole life of sin rose up before
me. I saw myself worse than the leper–cast away by everybody. There is
not a sin I was not guilty of. As you went on I looked straight away to
Jesus. A gracious answer came, 'Your sins, which are many, are
forgiven.' I never heard any more of your sermon! I felt such joy to
think that Jesus died even for a poor harlot! Long before you get this
letter I trust to be on the way to my dear home I ran away from. Do
please pray for me, that I may be kept by God's almighty power. I can
never thank you enough for bringing me to Jesus"–and so on.

If it had not been for that bit about going home, I might have had some
doubt about it. But when a fallen girl goes home to her father and
mother, it is a safe case! This gives me joy–do you wonder? To see
souls saved is Heaven to me! I find that my Lord has a gracious way of
laying on a plaster where He makes a sore. If the heart is heavy with
grief, He can balance it with consolation.

The next thing Jesus did was to raise her up. You must have felt, when
lying very ill, as if you were buried in the bed. So the Savior gave
His hand to her and He lifted her up. She did not think that she could
rise, but with His aid she sat up. Then He gave her an instant cure and
at the same time renewed her strength. No trace of fever remained. She
was perfectly well. Her instinct, as a matronly woman and head of the
household, was to rise at once to prepare a meal for her Benefactor and
His disciples. Oh, that you doubting ones, you fevered ones might at
once be cured and lifted up so that you would immediately set about
serving the Lord and ministering to those around you! Come, let us be
as happy as ever we can be and as useful as it lies in our power to
be–and may the fever never visit any one of us again!

On the contrary, as you go home, trip over the pavements with a sense
of spiritual health! And when you get home, say at once, "I must
minister unto Jesus. He has driven out my cares and fears and soothed
my mind–and therefore out of love I will spend and be spent to His
praise." God bless you, for the Savior's sake! Amen.

PORTION OF SCRIPTURE READ BEFORE SERMON– Psalm 37.