Rebellion against God, Futility of – Charles Spurgeon

IF we were profane enough to imagine the Lord to be vulnerable, yet where is the bow and where the arrow that could reach him on his throne? What javelin shall pierce Jehovah’s buckler? Let all the nations of the earth rise and rage against God, how shall they reach his throne? They cannot even shake his footstool. If all the angels of Heaven should rebel against the Great King, and their squadrons should advance in serried ranks to besiege the palace of the Most High, he has but to will it, and they would wither as autumn leaves, or consume as the fat upon the altar. Reserved in chains of darkness, the opponents of his power would forever become mementos of his wrath. None can touch him; he is the God that ever lives. Let us who delight in the living God bow down before him, and humbly worship him, as the God in whom we live and move, and have our being.