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THE JEER OF SARCASM AND THE RETORT OF PIETY
NO. 321
DELIVERED ON SABBATH EVENING, APRIL 8, 1860,
BY THE REV. C. H. SPURGEON,
AT NEW PARK STREET CHAPEL, SOUTHWARK.
“Then David returned to bless his household. And Michal the daughter of Saul came out to meet David and said,
How glorious was the king of Israel today, who uncovered himself today in the eyes of the
handmaids of his servants, as one of the vain fellows shamelessly uncovers himself!
And David said unto Michal, It was before the Lord, which chose me before
your father and before all his house, to appoint me ruler over the
people of the Lord, over Israel: therefore will I play
before the Lord. And I will yet be more vile
than thus and will be base in my own sight: and
of the maidservants which you have spoken of, of them shall I be had in honor.”
2Sa_6:20 - 2Sa_6:22.
You will remember the remarkable passage of Sacred History which I related to you this morning, how David
sought on one occasion to bring up the ark of God from Kirjath-jearim to Jerusalem. But neglecting God’s Law, they
put the ark upon oars, instead of carrying it upon the shoulders of the Levites. And as one mistake very soon leads to
another, when the oxen stumbled Uzzah put forth his hand to steady the ark and prevent its failing and God smote him
there for his error and he died. It was an awful moment. The pulse of that vast assembly beating high with solemn
festivity, receives a sudden jerk. The trumpet which erstwhile sent forth its cheerful blast, with the saved melody of
cornet, of psaltery and of harp—all are hushed in one instant.
Dullness and terror seize the minds of all. They separate to their homes. The ark is carried into a private house
adjoining, the residence of that eminent servant of God, Obededom and there it tarried for the space of three months.
David at last recovered his spirits and a second time having carefully read over God’s Law concerning the removal of the
ark, he went down to the house of Obededom to carry it away. The priests this time lift up the ark upon their shoulders
by means of the golden staves which passed through golden rings and so uphold the ark. Finding that they were not
smitten, but that they lived and were able to carry the ark, David paused and offered seven bullocks and seven rams as a
sacrifice to God.
Then, putting off his royal robe, laying aside his grown, he dressed himself like a priest, put on a linen ephod in
order that he might have ease in the exercise which he meant to take and so, in the midst of all the people, like the poorest
and meanest of them, he went before the ark and playing with his harp, he danced before the Lord with all his might.
While he was so doing he passed by his own house and Michal his wife, looking out, thought it was a strange thing to see
the king wearing so paltry a robe as a linen ephod. She had rather see him arrayed in some goodly Babylonian garment of
fine linen, or she desired to see him clothed with his usual garments and she despised him in her heart.
When he came in, the first word she uttered was a taunt—“How glorious was the king of Israel today!” then she
exaggerated what he did—her spleen found vent in sarcasm. She made it out that he had behaved worse than he could
have done. He had simply divested himself of his robes and acted like the rest of the people in playing before God. She
accused him of immodesty. This was, of course, but a pitiful satire, he having in all things acted blamelessly, though
humbly, like the rest of the people.
His reply to her was with unusual tartness. Seldom did he seem to lose his temper for a moment, but in this case he
half did so at any rate. His answer was, “It was before the Lord which chose me before your father and before all his
house.” Thus significantly and as it were ominously, did he remind her of her pedigree. And because she had slighted her
husband when he had acted in God’s service according to the dictates of his heart, the Lord struck her with a curse—the
greatest curse which an Eastern woman could possibly know—a curse, moreover, which wiped out the last expiring hope
of her family pride—she went childless to the day of her death.
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Well now, this picture is designed to teach us some wholesome lesson. I want you to look at it. You remember that
old saying of ours—“We should expect some danger near, when we receive too much delight.” When I see David
dancing, I am quite sure there will be a darkening of his heart before long. How happy he looked! His whole countenance
radiant with joy! Methinks I hear him shouting loudest of that crowd, “Sing unto the Lord, sing Psalms unto Him. Sing
unto Him. Sing unto Him. Call on His holy name.” And then awaking all the strings of his heart to ecstasy, he sings
again, “Sing unto the Lord. Come sing unto Him. Sing Psalms unto His name.”
Perhaps he was never in a more holy excitement, his spirits were all heated. He was in a flow of heavenly joy. Ah,
David, there is a sting for you somewhere. Now there is a calm, but there is a tempest rising—
“More the treacherous calm I dread,
Than tempests rolling overhead.”
This boy is on the threshold of a grief. He blesses the people. After he has ceased from his worship of God, he distributes
to every man a flagon of wine and a loaf of bread and a good piece of flesh and they all eat and are merry before their
God. And now David says, “I have blessed the people; I have made them all glad. I will go into my house and I will give
them a blessing there.”
But he is met on the threshold by his own wife and she in the most sarcastic manner sneers at him—“How glorious
was the king of Israel today!” Poor David is angry, heart-broken and sad. His joy is scattered to the winds for awhile.
Though he puts her off with a rebuke, doubtless the irony went to his soul. The joy of that day was sorely marred—
“A Christian man is seldom long at ease,
When one trouble’s gone, another does him seize,”
So says old John Bunyan. And we may truly say, when we are at the top of a mountain, we are not far from the
bottom of a valley. When we are riding on the top of one wave it is not long before we shall be in the trough of another.
Uphill and downhill is the way to Heaven. Checkered must be our path. Golden shades are interwoven with a black
ground. We shall have joy, but we must have trial. We shall have transport, but we must have trouble in the flesh.
This evening I am just going to discourse a little, first, about David’s trouble. Secondly, the vindication of his
conduct and thirdly, his noble resolution. And my main purpose will be to stir you all up, if you are ever subject to a trial
like his, to make his resolve and ground it upon his reason.
I. First, DAVID’S TROUBLE. His trouble was peculiar. It came from a quarter where he ought least to have
expected it—“Oh,” says old master Frampton, “Joab smote Abner under his fifth rib—there is many a man that has
been smitten in his rib, too.” Says another, “It is a strange stratagem of Satan to break a man’s head with his own bones
and yet many a man has encountered such rough usage. They that have been the chief joy of our hearts have often been
the means of causing us the most grievous pain.”
Has it not been to many a Christian woman that her husband has been her greatest enemy in religion and many a
Christian man has found the partner of his own bosom the hardest obstacle in the road to Heaven? I will just give you
some pictures such as I know to have occurred and to be occurring every day—they will suit some of you now present.
A man of God has been up to the Lord’s house. There was a great work going on—he helped that work—but when
he went home, as soon as he entered the door, Michal, Saul’s daughter, was there and she said, “You are mad, you are.
You are crazy. You don’t know what to do with your money. You give it away to this and to that. And you leave your
children beggars. You are a fool,” said she, “you are deceived. You are gone mad with your religion.” The man put up
with it and bore it patiently, though it entered into his very heart and he turned away sorely troubled.
There was another—a woman this time. She went up to the house of her Master’s Brethren and they made merry
there and there was joy in that place. Her heart was carried away with elevated emotions and on her road home there was
a bliss unspeakable in her soul. As soon as she entered the door the question was asked, “What brings you home so
late?—why didn’t you stay out all night? You look very happy. I dare say you have been among those canting
hypocrites, haven’t you?” She said nothing—brooked it patiently but the dart had gone into her heart and she felt it
sorely that when she served her God with a good conscience, it should be thrown in her teeth as if she had done wrong.
There is many a young man that dances before God with all his might when he has heard about the joyous things of
the Covenant of Grace. He has forgotten all his cares and all his troubles and he goes back and perhaps this time it is his
own brother, who when they retire to rest begins to ridicule him. “Where have you been today? How have you been
spending your Sunday? I dare say you have been hearing So-and-So. What good can he do you? What has he got to tell
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you?” And there is a laugh. No names are contemptuous enough. You are called a “fool.” It is supposed that no man in
his senses will be a Christian. To think about eternal things is the highest mark of folly. For one short hour to turn one’s
thoughts away from this poor earth and muse upon things eternal is the mark of madness!
Now, we judge the madness on the other side. As we weigh the levities of this life and the realities of the life to come
in the scales of judgment, the madness is found in the extreme on the other hand with the despisers and not with
ourselves. The children of this world never did understand the children of the next and they never will. “The light came
into the world and the darkness comprehended it not.” How could it—how could darkness do anything to light except
oppose it? It could not be expected that they who serve sin should love those that serve righteousness.
Oil and water will not mix. Fire and flood will never lie to sleep in the same cradle. And it cannot be expected that
that man-child, the Church of God, shall have peace and be happy in the same house with that old giant, the Church of
Satan—the synagogue of the devil. There must be war and lightning, there must be opposition and conflicts, while there
are two natures in the world and two sorts of men.
This, then, was the trial David had to endure. And I want you to notice how peculiarly sharp this trial must have
been. Natural affections are so interwoven with a thousand ligaments that they cannot be easily broken. But they are
delicate as the finest nerves and can never be injured without causing the most dolorous sensation. Surely David must
remember that Michal was the wife of his youth and there was gladness in his heart on the day he espoused her and after
all, she had been a good wife to him in many respects. Such reflections would make her alienation from him all the harder
to bear.
“Oh,” he might have said, “she preserved my life once at the risk of her own, when I lay sick in bed and her father,
Saul, had said, ‘Bring him in the bed even as he is, that I may slay him.’ Did she not let me down the wall in a basket and
then lay an image in the bed and stuff the pillar with goat’s hair and deceive her father that so I might escape? Ah,” said
he, “there was love in that woman’s bosom and how long did she remain faithful while I was hunted like a partridge on
the mountains.”
It is true he might call to recollection that in his worst times she had forgotten him, but now she had come back to
him and David sincerely loved her. For you remember that when Abner wanted to make peace with David, his
stipulation was, “Except you bring Michal unto me, I will not see your face,” so that he had a thorough affection for her
and she had done him good.
Yet the delight of his heart is become the foe of his spirit. She it is who now laughs at him for what he had done with
a pure desire to serve God and with a holy joy in doing it. Yes, that is the unkindest cut of all, that goes to the very quick
of a man when the one he loves and the one who is worth all his love, notwithstanding throws in his teeth his zeal for
Christ.
Ah, Brethren, it is a happy thong when we are enabled to rejoice together in our family relationships, when husband
and wife help each other on the path to Heaven. There can be no happier position than that of the Christian man who
finds, in every holy wish he has for God, a helper. He finds that often she outstrips him—that when he would do
something she suggests something more—when he would serve his Master there is a hint given that more yet might be
done and no obstacle put in the way, but every assistance rendered. Happy is that man and blessed is he. He has received a
treasure from God, the like of which could not be bought for diamonds and much fine gold could not be exchanged for it.
That man is blessed of the Most High. He is Heaven’s favorite and he may rejoice in the special street any beggar that
likes to call himself a Christian.
But, back to our example of David’s trouble—“You,” says she, “you that are so cautious in everything else, you
seem to have lost your head when you think about your religion.” So she will be sarcastic and shoot words like arrows at
that man in such a way that everyone of them may cause a wound. And now let me say here that this is more frequently
done by the husband against the wife and more frequently still by the two fellow-apprentices or workmen against one
another. It is a curious thing that when men are going to Hell there is no one to stop them. “Make way, make way, open
the toll bars there, stand clear, do not let there be a dog in his path! Make way for him!”
Is not that the cry of the world? But here comes a man who wants to go to Heaven. “Block his path up. Throw stones
in the way. Block it up, make it as difficult as ever it can be!” Yes, and good people too, good people not knowing what
they are doing—they are employed by Satan to impede our path to Heaven. Poor souls, they do not know better. Satan
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enters into them and sets them upon us, to see if they cannot in some way or other mar our integrity because we love the
whole Gospel and will not be content to have a part only. Ah, Brothers and Sisters, this is a sore trial, but know that
your afflictions are not strange or unusual. The same afflictions are accomplished in your Brethren that are in the world.
II. I shall now turn away from the consideration of the trouble, to look at holy David as he meets and encounters it.
We have had David’s trial. Now we will have DAVID’S JUSTIFICATION. What did David say in extenuation of what
he had done? He said, “It was before the Lord, which chose me before your father and before all his house and appointed
me ruler over the people, over Israel, therefore will I play before the Lord.” David’s justification of his acts was God’s
election of him. Do you not see the doctrine of election here! God had chosen him before her father Saul.
“Now,” says David, “inasmuch as by special love and Divine favor I was lifted up from the common people and made
a king, I will stoop down to the common people once again and I will praise my God as the people do, robed in their
vestments, dancing as they dance and playing on the harp even as the rest of the joyous crowd are doing.” Gratitude was
the key note of his worship. Let the worldling say of the Christian when he is acting true to his Master, “You are
enthusiastic,” our reply is, “Yes, we are. We may be considered enthusiastic if you judge us by ordinary rules, but we are
not so to be judged we consider that we have been loved with special love. That God has been pleased to forgive us our
sins, to accept us of His Sovereign Grace and give us the privileges of His children—
“Loved by our God, for Him again
With love intense we burn;
Chosen of Him before time began,
We choose Him in return.’
We do not expect ordinary men to do for God what the Christian would, “No,” says he—
“Love I much, I’ve more forgiven,
I’m a miracle of grace.”
If he gives more to the cause of God than other men think of giving, still it seems very little to him, for he says—
“Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing so Divine,
Demands my soul my life, my all.”
Michal may say we have acted madly, she would act the same if she felt as we felt. Men of the world may say we act
extravagantly and go beyond the rule of prudence. They would go beyond the rule of prudence, too, if they had been
partakers of like love and received like favor.
The man who feels himself to have been chosen of God from before the foundation of the world—who has a solid
conviction that his sins are all blotted out, that he is God’s own child, that he is accepted in the Beloved, that his Heaven
is secure—I say there is nothing extravagant for that man to do. He will go and be a missionary to the heathen, cross the
seas with his life in his hands and live in the midst of a heathen population. Men say, “What for? He calls gain but a
miserable pittance to sustain life, after giving up the most flowery prospects. He must be mad.” Mad no doubt you may
account him, if you judge as Michal judged—but if you consider that God has chosen him and loved him with a special
love, it is but reasonable, even less than might have been expected—that such a man is ready to sacrifice for Christ.
Take another example. Let me cull a picture from the memoir of one in years gone by. He preaches in a Church in
Glasgow. He is just inducted into the Church, preferment lies open before him, he may speedily be made a Bishop if he
likes. He seeks it not. Without miter or benefice he takes to Kennington common and Moorfields—goes to every stump
and hedge in the country—so that he is Rural Dean of all the commons everywhere and Canon Residentiary nowhere. He
is pelted with rotten eggs. He finds one time that his forehead has been laid open in the midst of the sermon. Why does he
do it? Men say he is fanatical. What did Whitfield need to do this for? What did John Wesley need to go all over the
country for? Why, there is the Rev. Mr. So-and-so, with his fourteen livings and never preaches at all—good man he is.
“Oh,” say the world, “ and he makes a good thing of it, depend upon it.” That is a common saying, “He makes a
good thing of it.” And when he died, he did make a good thing of it, for he silenced the tongue of slander, leaving
nothing but an imperishable reputation behind. When Mr. Wesley was laboring abundantly, they said, “He is a rich
man.” And taxed him for his plate very heavily. He said, “You may take my plate at any rate if you like, for all I have is
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two silver spoons. I have one in London and one in York and by the grace of God, I shall never have any more as long as
there are poor people about.”
But the people said, “Depend upon it, they are making a good thing of it. Why cannot they be still as other people?”
The only reason why they could not was just this—that God had chosen them before the rest of mankind. They felt that
they were special objects of Divine favor and they knew their calling—it was not only to make them blessed, but to make
them a blessing. What other men could not do, or would not do, they did—they could not rest before they did it. They
could dance like David before the ark, degrading the clerical character. They could bring down the fine dignity of the
parson, to stand like a mountebank before the shows of Moorfields, or in the Spafields’ riding-schools.
They could come down on stage boards to preach the Gospel. They were not ashamed to be like David, shamelessly
uncovering themselves like lewd fellows, in the eyes of the handmaidens of their servants—they thought all this disgrace
was honor and all this shame was glory and they bore it all, for their justification was found in the fact that they believed
God had chosen them. And therefore they chose to suffer for Christ’s sake, rather than reign without Christ.
And now, Brothers and Sisters, I say this to you—if you think God has chosen you and yet do not feel that He has
done great things for you, or holds any strong claims upon your gratitude, then shun the Cross. If you have never had
much forgiven, get over the stile and go down the green land into Bye Path Meadow. If is comfortable walking, go down
there. If you do not owe much to the Lord Jesus Christ, shirk His service. Go up in the corner there when the trumpet
plays and tell Michal you are very sorry you have displeased her. Say, “I will never do the like again, trust me. I am sorry
you do not like it. I hope you will now forgive me. But as I hold religion to be a thing to please everyone as well as
myself, I will never dance before the ark again.”
Do that now if you are under no very great obligation to the Father of spirits and have never tasted the
distinguishing love of God to your souls. But oh, my dear Brethren, there are some of you ready to start up from your
seats and say, “Well I am not that man!” and assuredly, as your pastor, I can look on some of you that have had much
forgiven. Not long ago you were up to the throat in drunkenness. You could blaspheme God. Not very long ago,
perhaps, you carried on dishonesty and never entered the House of God. Some of you were frivolous, gay, careless,
despisers of God, without hope without Christ, strangers to the commonwealth of Israel.
Well, and what brought you here now? Why, Sovereign Grace has done it. You would not have been here if you had
been left to yourselves. If God had done no more for you than for other men, you would have been left to go on in the
same course as before. Now the shutters are closed. That shop which used to be open all day Sunday is closed. Now the
pipe and the beer, or dissipation’s more refined, that used to occupy the whole of the Sunday afternoon, with five or six
jolly companions, are put away. And there is the Bible and there is prayer now and now the oath is not heard as before. I
suppose you set this change of character down to Sovereign Grace and you are ready to sing with all of us—
“Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road,
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.”
Then the mercy you have received is a complete justification for anything that you may do in God’s service, any
ecstasy that you may feel when you are worshipping Him and any excess of liberality you may display when you are
engaged in pressing on to the kingdom of your Lord and Master. If the Church could once feel this, what an influence it
would exert! Truly, I may say, without the slightest flattery, I never met with any people on the face of the earth who
seemed to have a more thorough belief in this fact—who lived more truly up to this doctrine—that chosen of God and
loved with special love, they should do extraordinary things—than those among whom I minister. I have often gone on
my knees before God to thank Him for the wondrous things I have seen done by some of the Christians now present.
In service they have gone beyond anything I could have asked. I should think that they would have considered me
unreasonable if I had requested it. They have done it without request. At the risk of everything they have served their
Master and not only spent all that they could spare, but have even spared what they could ill afford to spare for the
service of Jesus. They have given up social comfort and personal ease that they might be serving their Master. Such
Brethren doubtless meet their reward and if any should say of them, “It is ridiculous. It is absurd—they are carried away
with fanatical zeal,” I put this answer in their mouths, “Yes, I should be ridiculous, I should be absurd, if I owed no more
to God than you. But He has loved me so that I cannot love Him enough, much less love Him too much. He has loved me
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at such a rate that I cannot do too much for Him. In fact I feel I cannot do half enough.” You being special characters
you have given to God special service and God bless you for it. Yes, He does bless you in it. Such was David’s
justification.
III. Not less worthy of our notice was his RESOLUTION, of which I now come briefly to speak. What did he say?
Did he draw back and play the coward? Did he bend his back to the lash of rebuke and give up the extravagances of his
devotion? No. He said, and said frankly, “I will yet be more vile than thus and I will be base in mine own sight,” and so
forth. Now God grant your resolution may be the same. Whenever the world reproaches you, say, “Well, I thank you for
that word, I will strive to deserve it better—if I have incurred your displeasure by my consistency, I will be more
consistent and you shall be more displeased, if you will.
“If it is a vile thing to serve Christ, I will serve Him more than I have ever done and be viler still. If it is disgraceful to
be numbered with the poor, tried and afflicted people, I will be disgraced. No, the more disgraced I am, the more happy
shall I be. I shall feel that disgrace is honor, that ignominy is glory, that shame and spitting from the lips of enemies is
but the same thing as praise and glory from the mouth of Christ.” Instead of yielding, go forward—show your enemies
that you do not know how to go back—that you are not made of the soft metal of these modern times.
It is said by an old writer that in the olden times men used to take care of their houses, but now the houses take care
of the men. That they used to eat off oaken porringers and then they were oaken men. But now they are willow men—
they can bend. They are earthenware men, which can be dashed to pieces. Scarcely in politics, in business, or in religion,
have you got a man. You see a lot of things which are called men—who turn the way the wind blows. A number of
preachers that turn north, south, east and west, just according as the times shall dictate and their circumstances and the
hope of gain shall drift them. I pray God to send a few men with what the Americans call “grit” in them—men who
when they know a thing to be right, will not turn away, or turn aside, or stop. Men who will persevere all the more
because there are difficulties to meet or foes to encounter. Men who stand all the more true to their Master because they
are opposed—who, the more they are thrust into the fire, the hotter they become. Men who, just like the bow, the
further the string is drawn, the more powerfully will it send forth its arrows and so, the more they are trod upon, the
more mighty will they become in the cause of the Truth of God against error.
Resolve, Brothers and Sisters, when you are in any sort of persecution, to face it with a full countenance. Like a
nettle is the persecutor, touch it gently and it will sting you, but grasp it and it hurts you not. Lay hold of those who
oppose you, not with rough vengeance, but with the strong grip of quiet decision and you have won the day. Yield no
principle, no, not the breadth of a hair of that principle. Stand up for every solitary grain of truth—contend for it as for
your life. Remember your forefathers—not merely your Christian forefathers but those who are your progenitors in the
faith as Baptists.
Remember those who of old were cast out of the Christian Church with contempt because they would not bend to the
errors of their times. Think of the snows of the Alps and call to mind the Waldenses and the Albigenses, your great forerunners.
Think again, of the Lollard’s, the disciples of Wickliffe. Think of your Brethren in Germany, who, not many
centuries, no, but a century ago, were sewn up in sacks, had their hands chopped off and bled and died—a glorious list of
martyrs.
Your whole pedigree, from the beginning to the end is stained with blood. From the days of John the Baptist until
now, the kingdom of Heaven has been made to suffer the violence of men. And you! Will you yield? Shall these soft times,
these gentle ages, take away your pristine valor—make you the coward sons of heroic flatbeds? No—if you are not
called to the sufferings of a martyr—yet bear the spirit of a martyr. If you cannot burn as he did in the flesh, burn as he
did in the spirit. If you have nothing to endure but the trial of gruel mockings, take it patiently, endure it joyfully, for
happy are you, inasmuch as you are made partakers of the sufferings of your Divine Master.
Never, I entreat of you, grow faint in your course, but bring more of the love of your hearts into the service of your
lives. Never yield one little bit of the Truth which God has committed to you. Take up the Cross and bear it. However
weighty, however ignominious, carry it manfully. If the father is turned against the child and the child against the father,
weep over it and mourn it. If the husband is turned against the wife and the wife against the husband, take care that it is
not through your own fault. But if it is for Christ’s sake, bear it joyfully, bear it with transport and delight. You are
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highly honored. You cannot wear the ruby grown of martyrdom and fire—that blazing diadem—but you have got at
least a stray jewel out of it. Thank God for it and never shrink, never blush to suffer for His name’s sake.
And give to every laughing Michal the answer, “If this is vile, I purpose to be viler still. If this is shameful, I will be
more shameful. If this excite your derision, you shall laugh louder than ever. Your opportunities for making fun of me
shall never be wanting, till your disposition to ridicule shall be changed.”
Oh, that is a glorious way of dealing with adversaries. Is a lion roaring at you? Look at him and smile and he will
leave off roaring by-and-by. When some big dog comes out to bark at you, keep quiet, it is marvelous how easily he is
tamed. I was once staying in the north of Scotland where there was a ferocious dog chained up. He came out and I patted
him and he jumped up with his fore-feet upon me. I caressed him and he seemed particularly fond of me. The master came
out. “Come away, my dear Sir,” said he, “That dog will rend you to pieces.” But I did not know it and when I passed by
he seemed to know I was not at all afraid of him, so he didn’t meddle with me.
In like manner, Christians, be not terrified at your adversaries. They may growl, or they may snarl, but do not you
shrink back with fear. It will make them bark the more. Take as little notice of them as possible Ah, poor things, you can
well say, “Father forgive them, they know not what then do.” Just leave them all alone and if they must know the reason
tell them what David told Michal—God has chosen you to show forth His praise. I dare say you may be insane enough in
their eyes. A good friend of mine, when he was told he was mad, said, “Well, if I am mad you ought to be very patient
with me, for fear I should grow worse. If I am mad now, perhaps I might grow wild. So be gentle with me.”
There is a good-humored way of rallying in return—only it must be without bitterness. Tell the people who take
needless offense they must try to teach you better. If you have gone so far astray they ought to lead you back again. By
degrees they will have done with this raillery and begin to respect you. If there is one in a family that is looked up to most
of all, it is usually that one which all the family abused at one time. He has borne the brunt of opposition. He has held his
ground. And he has won the palm of consistency. Give way an inch and you will have to give way a mile. Yield a single
yard and your enemy will drive you out. Stand right still—calmly, quietly with the determination that you can die—but
you will not fly, that you could suffer anything, but you could not deny your Master—and your victory is won.
Never forget to give thanks to God if you are a child of pious parents who, so far from opposing you, have done all
they could to help you. Be very thankful for it—as a privilege to be prized—because so many lack it. It is a happy thing
for some of you flowers that grow in a conservatory where the air is so very warm and so very mild. But there are some
who have to be outside in the frost—pray for these. When you think of the sheep in the fold, take care that you think of
those out in the wilderness exposed to the snow-storm coming on, perhaps buried in a hollow and ready to expire. Think
of them. You may suppose there is very little suffering for Christ now. I speak what I know—there is a vast deal of
suffering still.
I do not mean burning, I do not mean hanging. I do not mean persecution by law. It is a sort of slow martyrdom. I
can tell you how it is effected. Everything a young man does is thrown in his teeth. Things harmless and indifferent in
themselves are twisted into accusation that he does wrong. If he speaks, his words are brought up against him. If he is
silent it is worse. Whatever he does is misrepresented and from morning to night there is the taunt always ready.
Everything that can be said against his minister is generally used—because the world knows when they find fault with
the minister—it stings the people, if they are a loving people, to the quick.
And there are insinuations thrown out against the minister for his motives and there are all things said about God’s
people, too. One says the minister is a “yes-no” preacher. Another says he is too high in doctrine. One will accuse him of
being sanctimonious. Another will charge him with laxness. Ah, Brethren, you need not fear, you can bear witness for the
Truth of God whatever is said—you must bear with the slanderer and forbear. If they throw anything in your teeth, still
stand up for your Lord Jesus. I don’t ask you to stand up for me. You will do that, I know. Stand up for your Lord and
Master. Don’t yield a single inch and the day shall come when you shall have honor even in the eyes of those who in the
world once laughed at you and put you to open shame.
Before closing, let me just say a word or two more generally to this whole congregation. There are three sorts of
people upon which my text looks with a dark and appalling frown. First, there are those whose lips are ever quick to
curl, whose countenance is ever prompt to sneer, whose tongues are ever ready with a jest profane when the service of
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God crosses their path. I only say to you, beware, lest that come upon you—“As he loved cursing, so let it come upon
him—as he delighted not in blessing, so let it be far from him.”
Secondly, there are those who up to a certain point favor the worship of God and the services of the Church. But
there comes a season of extraordinary service, a revival that demands uncommon energy—and almost before they are
themselves aware of it, the repugnance of their hearts finds some strong and unkindly expression. Now let me point you
to Saul’s daughter and remind you how in one hour she proved her pedigree, identified herself with a family which the
Lord had rejected and sealed her own irrevocable doom.
Then, thirdly, there is the professor of religion, who with David’s trial is awaiting David’s constancy. Have I sown
the seed of Gospel Truth broadcast among you so often and has none fallen in stony places? You may have heard the
Word and later with joy received it. And you may have “cured awhile, though you have no root in yourselves.” But let
me ask you, when tribulation or persecution arises because of the Word, are you offended? Does it prove a stumbling
block to you? If so, your case is deplorable. Do you parry off the first breath of ridicule with flippant tongue? Did I hear
that you said the other day, “Oh, I don’t profess anything. I only just go into that Chapel now and then to hear the
preacher. He rather takes my fancy.” What? Young man, let your conscience witness that you are shrinking back
unworthily. You may only dissemble a little at first, but if you are coward enough to dissemble, you may before long
prove infidel enough to apostatize.
Brothers and Sisters in the Lord, “stand fast in one spirit, with one mind striving together for the faith of the
Gospel, in nothing terrified by your adversaries.” “For unto you it is given in the behalf of Christ, not only to believe in
His name, but also to suffer for His sake.” Amen.
Adapted from The C.H. Spurgeon Collection, Version 1.0, Ages Software, 1.800.297.4307