Spurgeon Daily Devotional Bible: June 9

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Spurgeon Daily Devotional Bible: June 9

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I will speak of thy testimonies before kings.”

1Ki_18:1-15; 1Ki_18:17-20


To unbelief this would have appeared like a command to plunge into the raging waves of the sea, or to walk into a lions den, but soldier of the Heavenly King do not reason, but obey.


Here was a dove living in the eagles nest. Obadiah was not a half-and-half man, but feared the Lord fully, hence his character won him confidence even from ungodly Ahab, and in his great trouble the king did not trust any of his idolatrous nobles as he trusted holy Obadiah. He lived in a wicked court, and yet was zealous for his God, and showed his zeal by feeding the prophets when food was dear, and kindness to them might have cost him his life. If in so difficult a position Obadiah was so earnest, what manner of persons ought we to be who are so much more happily situated?


Judgment alone cannot soften the heart, for all that Ahab cared for when under the chastising hand of God was to preserve his stud. He thought more of his horses than of his soul, or his starving subjects.


The good man was timid, for he had not been living the separated life, and therefore was far inferior in faith to the lonely Elijah, but the prophet bore with his weakness, for he knew him to be right at heart. We that are strong must bear the infirmities of the weak, and not expect all men to be equally bold.


Mark the holy boldness of Elijah, and how it awed the king. Elijah was far more royal than Ahab, for faith made him a king before the Lord. Be it ours to act in the same heroic spirit, never fearing the face of man, but facing the Lord’s foes with unflinching valour. So shall we win the “well done, good and faithful servant,” which should be the highest object of our ambition.


How long halt ye between two opinions.”



The whole band of eight hundred and fifty priests, in all their gaudy attire, gathered upon the mountains brow to confront the one lone prophet of the living God.


In silent awe the crowd listened to the one undaunted man of God, as he offered them the great choice of God or Baal, and proposed by one grand test to prove which was truly God.


Numbers are no test of right; but brave is he who dares to hold the truth, where thousands love the lie.


As when a wave

That rears itself, a wall of polished glass

For leagues along the shore, and hangs in air

Falls with one deafening crash, so rose the shout

Of answering acclamation from the crowd.

White-faced, with restless lips and anxious eyes

Baal’s prophets heard, their hundreds cowed and mute

Before one man. They dared not, in mere shame

Decline the challenge.”


He knew their cunning, and that by sleight of hand they would cheat if they could; hence he said, suggestively, “but put no fire under.”


They multiplied their litanies and genuflections; they exhausted their whole round of performances, but the sun-god lent them not a spark of his fires.


Idolatry deserves contempt. The irony of Elijah was holy, though bitter as gall. How would Elijah laugh now at the Papists with their god of bread; and the Ritualists with their magical sacraments. His scorn would be unbounded as ours may well be; only as followers of Jesus we mix pity with our indignation.


How much torture is there in false religion: our God takes no pleasure in the miseries of his children. Hair-shirts, lacerated backs, and skeletons macerated with fasting, are fit worship for a demon god; but the blessed God loves them not.


They writhed and tore

In ecstasies of grief and rage. At last

They hung their heads in mute despair, and looked

Upon the ground.”

Baal could do nothing: our next reading will show us what Jehovah did.

The God we serve maintains his throne

Above the clouds, beyond the skies;

Through all the earth his will is done;

He knows our groans, he hears our cries.

But the vain idols men adore

Are senseless shapes of stone or wood;

At best a mass of glittering ore,

A silver saint, or golden god.

Shine forth in all thy dreadful name!

Why should a Papist’s haughty tongue

Insult us, and to bring us shame,

Set up the gods dethroned so long?