The Spurgeon Series 1857 & 1858. Charles H. Spurgeon

again, and beseech you, by our loving days that are past, by all the hard fighting that we have had side by side with each other, not to cease to pray now. The time was when in hours of trouble, you and I have bended our knees together in God’s house, and we have prayed to God that he would give us a blessing. You remember how great and severe troubles did roll over our head — how men did ride over us. We went through fire and through water, and now God has brought us into a large place, and so multiplied us, let us not cease to pray. Let us still cry out to the living God, that he may give us a blessings. Oh! may God help me, if you cease to pray for me! Let me know the day, and I must cease to preach. Let me know when you intend to cease your prayers, and I shall cry, “Oh my God, give me this day my tomb, and let me slumber in the dust.”

      24. And lastly, let me bid you pray for the church at large. This is a happy time we live in. A certain race of croaking souls, who are never pleased with anything, are always crying out about the badness of the times. They cry, “Oh! for the good old times!” Why, these are the good old times, time never was so old as it is now. These are the best times. I do think that many an old Puritan would jump out of his grave if he knew what was going on now. If they could have been told of the great movement at Exeter Hall, there is many a man among them who once fought against the Church of England, who would lift his hand to heaven, and cry, “My God, I bless you that I see such a day as this!” In these times there is a breaking down of many of the barriers. The bigots are afraid; they are crying out most desperately, because they think God’s people will soon love each other too well. They are afraid that the trade of persecution will soon be done with, if we begin to be more and more united. So they are making an outcry, and saying, “These are not good times.” But true lovers of God will say they have not lived in better days than these; and they all hopefully look for greater things still. Unless you professors of religion are eminently in earnest in prayer, you will disgrace yourselves by neglecting the finest opportunity that men ever had. I do think that your fathers who lived in days when great men were upon earth, who preached with much power — I do think, if they had not prayed, they would have been as unfaithful as you will be. For now the good ship floats upon a flood tide: sleep now, and you will not cross the bar at the harbour’s mouth. Never did the sun of prosperity seem to shine much more fully on the church during the last hundred years than now. Now is your time; neglect now to sow your seed in this good time of seed sowing; neglect now to reap your harvest in these good days when it is ripe, and darker days may come, and those of peril, when God shall say, “Because they would not cry to me, when I stretched out my hands to bless them, therefore will I put away my hand, and will no more bless them, until again they shall seek me.”

      25. And now to close. I have a young man here who has been recently converted. His parents cannot bear him; they entertain the strongest opposition to him, and they threaten him that if he does not stop praying they will turn him out of doors. Young man! I have a little story to tell you. There was once a young man in your position: he had begun to pray, and his father knew it. He said to him, “John, you know I am an enemy to religion, and prayer is a thing that never shall be offered in my house.” Still the young man continued earnest in supplication. “Well,” said the father one day, in a hot passion, “you must give up either God or me; I solemnly swear that you shall never darken the threshold of my door again, unless you decide that you will give up praying. I give you until tomorrow morning to choose.” The night was spent in prayer by the young disciple. He rose in the morning, sad to be cast away by his friends, but resolute in spirit, that come what might he would serve his God. The father abruptly accosted him — “Well, what is the answer?” “Father,” he said, “I cannot violate my conscience, I cannot forsake my God.” “Leave immediately,” he said. And the mother stood there; the father’s hard spirit had made hers hard too, and though she might have wept she concealed her tears. “Leave immediately” he said. Stepping outside the threshold the young man said, “I wish you would grant me one request before I go; and if you grant me that, I will never trouble you again.” “Well,” said the father, “you shall have anything you like, but mark my words, you must go after you have had that; you shall never have anything again.” “It is,” said the son, “that you and my mother would kneel down, and let me pray for you before I go.” Well, they could hardly object to it; the young man was on his knees in a moment, and began to pray with such unction and power, with such evident love for their souls, with such true and divine earnestness, that they both fell flat on the ground, and when the son rose there they were; and the father said, “You need not go, John; come and stop, come and stop”; and it was not long before not only he, but all of them began to pray and they were united to a Christian Church. So do not give way. Persevere kindly but firmly. It may be that God shall enable you not only to have your own souls saved, but to be the means of bringing your persecuting parents to the foot of the cross. That such may be the case is our earnest prayer.

      {a} The Goodwin Sands are a 10-mile long sand bank in the English Channel, lying six miles east of Deal in Kent, England. As the shoals lie close to major shipping channels, more than 2,000 ships are believed to have been wrecked upon them and as a result, they are marked by numerous lightships and buoys. See Explorer “http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goodwin_Sands”

      {b} Tenterden is a municipal borough in the Ashford parliamentary division of Kent, England. The church of St Mildred is Early English and later, and its tall, massive Perpendicular tower is well known for the legend connecting it with Goodwin Sands. The story is that the Abbot of St Augustine, Canterbury, diverted the funds by which the sea-wall protecting Earl Godwin’s island was kept up, for the purpose of building Tenterden steeple, the consequence being that in 1099 an inundation took place and “Tenterden steeple was the cause of the Goodwin Sands.” See Explorer “http://www.1911encyclopedia.org/Tenterden”