A SOLEMN INQUIRY CONCERNING OUR FAMILIES – Charles Spurgeon
A SOLEMN INQUIRY CONCERNING OUR FAMILIES
“And the men said unto Lot, have you anyone else here? Son-in-law, your sons, your daughters, and whomever you have in the city—take them out of this place!” Genesis 19:12. THE angelic messengers of mercy were not only earnest to bring Lot out of the city, but in their great kindness, they reminded him of an important matter which, in the alarm of the tumult outside, and in the surprise of their fearful tidings, he might possibly have forgotten. They suggested, to his distracted heart, a loving care for his relatives and friends. His wife and his two daughters were already with him in the house, but he had two sons-in-law to whom his daughters were espoused, if not married; and the angels suggest to him to make an effort to rescue these, also, from the destruction which awaited the filthy city. In the perturbation of mind, which is so usual in the renewed heart at first, it is no marvel if a man should be so taken up with thoughts of his own safety as to forget the welfare of others. Therefore, I see a wisdom in the saying of the apostle Paul to the trembling jailer, “Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and you shall be saved, and your house.” The jailer’s question was personal and confined to himself— “Sirs, what must I do to be saved?” In this, we judge him not—for his own conversion must be the object of the deepest and most earnest thoughts of a convicted sinner. But Paul’s answer was large and generous—“You shall be saved, and your house.” There may be some here who have but lately passed from darkness to light. In the fear lest you should be mistaken, or in the joy of your new-found comfort, it may be you have scarcely begun to think of your wife, your children, or your relatives—is it not time to begin at once? Let this text come, this morning, fresh out of Holy Scripture, as though it dropped anew from the angel’s tongue—“Have you anyone else here?” You are yourself privileged by sovereign mercy, and singled out for safety—have you anyone else here in the land of sin? Have you not some unconverted kinsfolk, some unsaved relative, some who are written in your family register, but who are not written in the Lamb’s Book of Life? Come, friend, think about this and give heed to the question, “Have you anyone else here?” My heart is on fire with love to souls this morning, and if there are no others who care for the salvation of their fellow men, I can truly say I agonize for conversions! Forgive me if, in my excitement, my thoughts should seem tame and feeble, for I have passed out of the realm of thoughts, and am under the absolute dominion of my feelings. Come, Holy Spirit, come, and aid my tongue which is all too feeble to express the language of my inmost heart! I. We would observe, first, that such a question as this APPEALS TO OUR NATURAL AFFECTIONS. Surely, unless we have lost manhood, we love our kindred and desire their good! We have not yet become like the ostriches in the wilderness which care not for their young. Our flesh has not congealed into marble, nor are our hearts become like millstones; we have a very tender concern for those united to us by ties of nature, and esteem them as parts of ourselves. What parent is not glad to see his children in good health? We will watch with them all through the weary night when they are ill, and can we not pray for them when they are sick with sin? It is a singular mercy when our children are born to us without deformity and in full possession of every sense; and it is a great blessing when a man can look round upon a numerous household and see them all full of cheerfulness and hope. Do we care for their bodily welfare, and shall we neglect to pray that their souls may prosper? Can we see the deformity of sin without tears? Can we see the blindness of our children towards divine things? Can we observe how deaf they are to the admonitions of mercy? Can we discover clearly the depravity of their nature without deep grief and regret? We hasten to the best physicians when we see anything amiss, and we spare no cost for their recovery. Shall we ever be at peace, or know what rest means concerning them, until we see their 2 2 eyes open and the light of Jesus streaming into their souls; until we know that their tongues are loosed to tell of God’s mercy towards them—until there is formed in them a new heart and a right spirit? We are anxious to see in our children a due share of intelligence; we are very quick to notice any signs of it, and perhaps we are over anxious to remark upon their shrewdness and good sense—it is an overwhelming sorrow for a parent to discover weakness or imbecility of mind in his offspring; but what shall we say if we cannot perceive any knowledge of Christ in our children? Shall the folly of their hearts cause us no anxiety? Does it give us no concern if they put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter, darkness for light, and light for darkness? Do we seek to have them educated in the various arts and sciences, and not desire that they should comprehend with all saints the love of Christ which passes all knowledge? One thing is necessary—all the rest may have a temporary necessity, but the one thing—acceptance in Christ, and faith in Jesus, is absolutely necessary! Can we be content when we see them neatly dressed, strongly framed, and progressing in their learning, while their souls are not clothed with Christ’s righteousness and they are ignorant of the power of divine love? Can we rest content while their souls are not trained for God, not tutored for heaven, not educated for eternity? Why, common sense teaches our natural affection that the first thought should be the training of the soul, and the highest desire of our spirits should be that they may live before God, whatever may become of them in their education as to the things of time and sense. It is only natural that we should care for the prosperity of our friends and children. We are grieved if we hear that they meet with any accident. If losses and calamities befall them, I trust we know how to weep with them who weep. We would sooner bear pain ourselves than that they should suffer! We have often felt our own cross to be very light, if we have thereby lifted a cross from the shoulders of those dear to us. But can we think of their sinning against God, and abiding under the anger of the Most High without any emotion? Above all, can we contemplate for an instant their death, and their appearance before God unpardoned—their condemnation and their eternal doom— without a horror taking hold upon us? My friend, my sister, my wife, my child in hell! How can I bear the dreadful thought? Mother, if your child was running in the streets, and there were a fear that yonder wheels would go over it, and crush it, your heart would be in your mouth! Can you see your child in danger of eternal destruction without your bosom heaving high with fond maternal anxiety? If I saw my friend upon the edge of a precipice, I would rush to his rescue—and can I be silent when I see so many whom I love walking upon the verge of eternal ruin, utterly unconcerned about their souls? Natural affection, which makes us care for our children and friends that they may prosper, will, if it is rightly trained, make us far more earnest for their salvation from the wrath to come. If there are any who are professedly Christians, who, nevertheless, have no sort of interest in the welfare of their children, I only utter what I believe to be the solemn truth, when I say that their profession is a mistake, if not an hypocrisy— they had better give it up! If you care not for the souls of others, you do not know the value of your own! God’s people are a tender-hearted people. Like their Savior, they cannot look upon Jerusalem without weeping over it—they cannot view with complacency the destruction of any; much less can they be careless concerning the condition of those who spring from their own loins—who are united to them by ties of blood! Like Doddridge, we dare say in the sight of God, that we love the souls of men— “My God, I feel the mournful scene; My heart yearns over dying men! And gladly my pity would reclaim, And snatch the firebrands from the flame.” I set you down as nearer akin to a devil than to a saint, if you can go your way and look into the face of your friend or child, and know him to be on the downward road, and yet never pray for him nor use any means for his conversion. May God grant that no doctrinal belief may ever dry up the milk of human kindness in our souls! Certainly the doctrines of divine grace, such as election and effectual redemption, will not do so. Error may petrify, but the truth of God melts. May we feel that no dogma can be Scriptural which is not consistent with a sincere love to men? Truth must be consistent with its author’s character; and He who has revealed saving truth is the God of love—no, He is love itself; and that cannot be true which naturally and legitimately would lead men to be unloving! May we be such parents, such brothers, such sisters, such children, that it shall be the first anxiety of our spirits that our children, our 3 3 parents, our husband, our wife, our friends, our brothers and sisters, should be brought to partake with us of the things of God! I do think that the question which is suggested this morning,
“Have you anyone else in Sodom?” is one which forcibly appeals to the natural affections while it does no violence to the judgment. I shall hope, therefore, that in such a congregation as the present, where there are so many loving hearts, my question will drop like a spark upon dry tinder to set the soul on fire or melt into the soul as a snowflake into the sea, to increase the flood of holy earnestness. My own heart is stirred in its inmost depths by the inquiry, and I cannot but hope that yours will be also. You who are friends, I now pray you, show yourselves friendly. Parents, be parents indeed. Brothers, act a true fraternal part. Sisters, let your tender love find a fitting channel. Husbands and wives, let your conjugal union awaken you to most tender emotions. Let every fond relationship stir us to care for others while the inquiry is made, “Have you anyone else here?” II. In the second place, the question is one which AWAKENS HOLY CONCERN FOR THE WELL-BEING OF OTHERS. Shall I stop a moment while you think over the roll of your friends and kinsfolk? “Have you anyone else here?” Are they all saved? Are you quite sure that all of them are rejoicing in Christ Jesus, and are washed in His blood? Mother, it was such a comfort to you when your first-born was added to the Church; and what a joy when your fair daughters subscribed with their hands to the name of Jesus! Are there not others who are strangers to the commonwealth of Israel? Brother, it has been a great delight to you to see your brother saved; your heart has swollen high with holy joy to know that a sister has passed from death unto life; but there are others of the family—are they all converted? Are there not some still in the gall of bitterness, and in the bonds of iniquity—concerning whom even in the judgment of charity you are compelled to say, “Lord, have mercy upon them, for they have no mercy upon themselves”? Have you no tears for the unsaved ones? No prayers for those who abide under the wrath of God? In your house, you have seen your servants saved; and next to the salvation of one’s children, there is no greater mercy than to see one’s servants walking in the faith—but are all of your servants saved? Is there not one in the house with you who still has not given her heart to Christ? You are happy, my brother, thrice happy, if while I suggest this question, you can read down the whole list with sparkling eyes and say, “Yes, I can say, like Noah, they are all with me in the ark—my wife, and my sons, and my sons’ wives with them, they are all secure—and though the deluge sweeps over the whole world, in that covenant ark of salvation, with my whole household, I hope to float in safety.” But it is not so, I am afraid, with the most of us; we have an Esau as well as a Jacob, an Ishmael as well as an Isaac. To provoke you to earnest concern for the well-being of others this morning, let me remind you of times when we should be anxious about our friends and children. When first we ourselves look to Christ, we should care for others. Oh, what a joy it is to feel the burden rolling from our shoulders—to be able to say with holy delight—“Great God, I’m saved; the chief of sinners is at last at peace with You; your enemy is reconciled, my sin is covered, my iniquity is cast into the depths of the sea.” What should be the next thought? If this is so sweet to me, there are my sin-burdened relatives—O God, bring them to know this blessedness! If I leap at the sound of Jesus’ name, and find it blessed to know that sin is forgiven, O my God, let others whom I love be set free, and be enabled to triumph in justification through the blood of Jesus Christ! We would not eat our morsel alone, lest it grow stale through our selfishness. The woods drop with honey—we cannot eat it all—let us call others to taste its sweetness. I think, dear friends, there can be no better season than the first blush of your newborn piety in which to cry to the Most High with strong crying and tears, that He would be pleased to pluck others, as He has done yourselves, like firebrands from the flame. “In the morning, sow your seed.” Then, there are times of Christian enjoyment. When we have been sitting round the table of our dying Lord, we have been made to feast at the banquet of wine with King Jesus—the banner over us has been love, and His fruit has been sweet to our taste; but while we were downstairs at the table, did we not think of those upstairs among the spectators? Will not our hearts wing their flight with anxious desires towards loved ones who cannot unite with us? Do we not hope that before long, they will sit side by side with us? Let us remember those at home this morning—at home, did I say? Alas, some are worse than at home, for they are now where we were once, spending the Sunday in sin—finding their 4 4 pleasures anywhere but in the things of God! A warm fire, and a happy family gathering may well make us think of those shivering in the cold outside; I charge you, believer, forget not your poor unconverted children! Let your highest and most rapt moments of communion with Christ be the times when your soul shall speak to God as Abraham talked to his Father and his Friend, and pleaded for the sinners of Sodom. I think when we are downcast, when our soul is filled with bitter trouble, then also is an appropriate season to pray for others. God turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends, and he may turn our captivity when we do the same. Why, if I, who have an interest in Christ, yet feel so desponding, what must be the wretchedness of those who have no Christ to go to? If we, who live on the bread of heaven, yet complain that our spirit oftentimes sinks within us, what must be the failings of heart— the horror of great darkness—which those must experience who feed upon the wind, and would gladly fill their bellies with the husks which the swine eat? Let your own grief help you to arrive at some knowledge of the griefs of unconverted souls, and go to the throne of grace on their account. It may also help to stimulate this holy desire for the well-being of others to think of how we shall feel in regard to our children and friends when they come to lie sick. They will be sick as well as others; and when they are in jeopardy of their lives, and the physician tells us that their existence trembles in the scale, how shall we feel, then? Can we gaze upon their pallid countenances without bitter reproaches for our past indifference? I am afraid I cannot say I have had a sick friend concerning whom I could feel that I had done all I ought to have done; I do not know whether you have—happy are you if you feel quite guiltless. When we have seen our friends on their beds of languishing, have we not thought, “Ah, would to God we had to do over again the occasions and opportunities of talking to them on divine things, for now they are so racked with pain, so distracted with many thoughts, that there is scarcely room to sow the good seed, because of the many thorns.” O that the harvest may not be past, and the summer ended before we begin our sowing! Fools lose the spring and then lament in the time of harvest. May heaven save us from the fool’s lament! And what will you think if your children should die unconverted—your wife, your husband, your friend? To lose our loved ones is one of the sore, though common, troubles of life; but oh, it can be little trouble to send on those who are ripe for glory! Go when glory waits you, we would not detain you then! To think that, while we are weeping here, they are singing around the eternal throne, wipes the tears from our eyes; but what must it be to bury them without “a sure and certain hope of a glorious resurrection”? To put the body under the sod with this dread thought upon us, that “We sorrow as those who have no hope”? It is the death of death to fear that our friends have not escaped the second death! Must you not confess, this morning, that if some of your kinsfolk were to die as they are, you could not, unless you were to thwart your own conscience, entertain anything like a sure hope of their entering into eternal life? Now, as you would wish you had prayed for them, as you would wish you had labored with them, when they are dead, so do now! While there is an opportunity, avail yourself of it for fear you should have to mourn with briny tears that the soul has gone, and that you have never rendered it any help. Before the sun goes down forever, use its light. It is vain to warn after the ship is wrecked. Hell will never give up its prey—nor will your tears mitigate the fury of its fires! It is now or never. Lord, make it now! Think again, how you would care for your friends if you were, yourself, this morning, very near death. O my hearers, I sometimes think of the time when I shall lie a-dying—when all alone my spirit must cross the black Brook Kidron, and leave the city of our solemnities for the other side of Jordan. Then, such thoughts as these will surely steal over me—“O that I might preach to this people again! O that I had the opportunity of addressing those thousands once more, that I might preach in real earnest, and not talk away the time! O that I might deal with their souls, as if they really were immortal, and there were a judgment to come! O that I might set before them life and death, hell and heaven, and plead with them, knowing the terrors of the Lord.” I can scarcely tell you what must be the sorrow of a dying man at the end of an unfaithful ministry. Then shall every wasted opportunity stuff his pillow with thorns; there shall be no sleep for that aching head, no rest for those weary eyes—he has damned the souls of men by his carelessness and sloth, and now he must give his account. He is haunted by grim forebodings of wrath to come, and knows not where to turn for comfort. He has insulted heaven, and 5 5 played into the hands of hell!
What will be your thought, my hearers, if in your narrower sphere, you shall have been unfaithful? There on the sick bed, though the comforts of complete forgiveness may take away from you the sting of death, which is sin, yet even the blood of Christ will not be able to remove those solemn heart-moving regrets which shall be suggested by a lively remembrance that you had opportunities of doing good, and wasted them; and that now you are dying, but leaving unconverted children behind you—dying, and the wife is still unsaved—dying, and your father still lives to whom you might have spoken of the way of God, but who now has no loving child to care about his soul! As you must die, believers, seek to live like dying men, and labor for your sons and daughters, and kinsfolk, as those who must soon leave them, and have no other opportunities of doing them good. You cannot come back from heaven; if you have neglected a duty, you cannot leave heaven to perform it. If there is one thing that can make an angel in heaven envy a man on earth, it is his power to intercede for sinners, to preach, to woo, and to win souls. If there is one thing which a glorified saint before the throne of God might wish to come to earth for, it is surely this—that he might speak to impenitent brothers and sisters, that he might weep over unconverted friends, and perhaps bring them to repentance. “Work while it is called today, for the night comes wherein no man can work.” III. And now, we turn, seeking the same earnest objective, to the third point of our discourse. Such a question as this is calculated to EXCITE US TO ANXIOUS EFFORT; for mere solicitude without effort is not genuine. A man must not pretend that he cares for the souls of others as long as he leaves one stone unturned which might be the means of blessing them. It seems to me, then, that if we are in a right state of heart this morning, one of the first things we shall do will be to tell those dear to us of their danger. I think I see Lot going out that night. No very safe place, the streets of Sodom, especially after that wretched scene which had been enacted at his own door—a miracle had rescued him; but yet with his life in his hand, the good old man goes to the door of his sons-in-law. Affection is not always as strong towards sons-inlaw as towards those who are of our own blood; still he goes with all solemnity of feeling, knowing that he, himself, would be rescued, but trembling lest these sons-in-law should refuse the invitation to escape with him. The good old man finds his way through the winding streets of Sodom, and begins to knock at the door with a resolute hand. They look down from the top of the house. “That is the voice of old Lot,” says one, “what is he doing, disturbing our comfortable slumber?” They have but little love for him; they have put on some pretense of affection that they might win his daughters, but Sodomites cannot have much love for righteous men; and consequently, they have no care for Lot. “What does the old fellow want at this time of night?” they say. “Why cannot he keep seasonable hours? Besides, what a disturbance there was at his door just now! Does he not know better than to knock at our door, when he so resolutely shut his own to protect two tramping strangers? What does he want?” He cries to them, “My sons, this city is to be burned with fire in the morning! Come, get up and flee with me, for the two men who came to me were angels sent from God to rescue me, and they have bid me seek you. Come with me!” “Ah,” they say. “What next? Old Lob—that is your name, Lob, instead of Lot—go your way and talk about your silly dreams to men of softer brains, but not to us.” “No,” Lot says, “it is even so, by the love you bear my daughters, bear with me; if it is not so, it will not matter, you can return; but if it is so, think what it will be to be destroyed with fire and brimstone out of heaven! I pray you, come.” But they scoff at him—they tell him he is only mocking them—that he has some motive for wishing to get them into the street, and so they bid him go. And with an aching heart the poor old man goes back, feeling something more than Isaiah’s grief—“Who has believed our report? And to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?” Yet as he fled out of Sodom, if the sight of his daughters reminded him of their husbands, he would think, “I am clear of their blood; I did plead with them; I did exhort them to escape; and if they would not, why, they would not—and the sin lies at their own door.” It will be some comfort to the Christian, if the worst should come to worst, that he has warned the ungodly. Let us tell them of their danger, and never cease to warn until they cease to sin. Having so done, it is the duty of every Christian to tell his friend the remedy. Plain speaking about Christ is the ordinary means of bringing sinners to repentance. Those ministers most useful in soul-seeking are those who put the doctrine of simple faith in the atonement in the clearest light. Let not your friend perish through ig 6 6 norance. Tell him that whoever comes unto Christ, He will in no wise cast out—that there is life in a look at the crucified Savior! Tell him that whoever believes that Jesus is the Christ is born of God. Preach no salvation by works—but preach faith and works only as the fruit of faith; and let the doctrine that Christ came to seek and to save that which was lost, be clearly set before your friend’s eyes. Remember, it is not enough to coldly warn them of danger and doctrinally to teach the remedy. There are many who will go so far; but I hold, my brethren, that we are bound to use a constraint with our friends. Do not misunderstand me—only a loving and a tender constraint, such as these angels used with Lot. Press them, plead with them, take them by the hand. Some are afraid to do this; they fear that they would be doing the Spirit’s work. My dear brother, that is the reason why I do it, for I know the Spirit of God works by means, and I am in hopes that He will use me to do His own work. “Well, but we cannot bring them to Christ,” says one. That is true, and that is false. That is true—you cannot, unless God is with you; but instrumentality is the ordinary method by which God accomplishes His purpose, and therefore, you may be enabled to bring sinners to Jesus. I do not, when I plead with sinners, plead as though I pleaded, or as though there were anything in my pleading which could do them good, but I plead, as Paul says, “As though God did beseech you by us.” This is the position the Christian parent should take up, the position of God pleading with men, “As though God did beseech you by us.” Not man seeking to win a soul, but the Son of Man coming to seek and to save that which was lost. Do not be afraid, dear friends, that you will ever violate the doctrine of election or predestination, by the most solemn determination you can make in the sight of God that you will wrestle, and weep, and agonize to bring your children to Him. Rightly understood, this doctrine is an incentive to duty, and never an opiate for sloth. “Compel them to come in,” is the Savior’s own command! I remember an old man who was a nursing father to all the young men in the parish where he lived. This one thing he used to do—there was scarcely a lad whom he would not know and speak to, and there was a time with most of the lads when he specially sought to see them decided. Suppose one of them was going away to London? He would be sure to ask him to have a cup of tea with him. “You are going away, John,” he would say, “I would not like you to go without spending an evening with me.” If it was a fine sunshiny evening, he would say, “You know I have often talked to you about the things of God, and I am afraid that as yet there has been no impression produced. You are going to London, and will meet with many temptations, and I fear you may fall into them, but I would like to pray with you once before you go. Let us walk down the field together.” There was a tree, an old oak tree in a solitary place, where he would say, “To help you to remember my words better, we will pray under this tree.” The young and the old knelt together, and the old man poured out his soul before God; and when he had wrestled with God, and talked with his young friend, he would say, “Now, when I am dead and gone, and you will perhaps come back to the place where you lived when a youth—let that tree be a witness between God and your soul that here I wrestled with you; and if you forget God, and do not give your heart to Christ, let that tree stand to accuse your conscience till it yields to the entreaties of divine love.” Now, here was a using of what I have styled constraint, but it is not a constraint, you see, such as the papist would use; and as for physical force, of course, that is never to be used—but the constraint of spiritual force, divine love, and earnestness. May I ask whether we have all done our duty in this matter? Here stands one who has not; and if every Christian here who has something to repent of in this matter were to stand up, I question, brethren, whether many of us dare keep our seats! Ah, if they perish, we cannot say that we wept after them. Whitefield could say to his congregations often, “Ah, if you are lost, it is not for want of weeping after, not for want of my groans and tears.” But I am afraid if our children were lost, or our brothers and sisters were lost, we could not say as much as that. May God forgive the past, and may He help us in the future; and from this time forth may we resolve as in the presence of the flowing wounds of Christ, and as He enables us we will— “Tell to sinners round, What a dear Savior we have found! Point them to the redeeming blood, And say, ‘Behold the way to God.’” IV. And now, I shall not weary you, I trust, if I continue a little longer; for it seems to me that our text FOSTERS A VERY CHEERING HOPE. It says, “Have you anyone else here?” as much as if it 7 7 would say, “Hope for them all. Why should they not all be brought out of Sodom? Why should one be left behind?” That was a grand saying of Moses when Pharaoh said, “Go, serve the Lord; only let your flocks and your herds be left behind: let your little ones also go with you. And Moses said, You must give us also sacrifices and burnt offerings, that we may sacrifice unto the Lord our God. Our cattle also shall go with us; there shall not a hoof be left behind”—the smallest lamb, or the meanest goat—they shall all come out. So it is glorious, when in strength of faith, the father of the family can feel that he will give the Master no rest till they are all saved. Not leaving William out, nor omitting Mary; not saying, “Well, thank God, I am blessed above the average—the most of my children are converted, and if one shall perish, I must bear with it as a cross.” No, but saying in your soul with humble boldness— “Lord, I will not let You go, Till a blessing You bestow upon every child of my loins, upon every brother and every sister, and every relative.” I say the text fosters a hope that you may yet see them all brought to Jesus! I stayed some few months ago with a brother in Christ in a certain town in the midland counties. I might mention his name if I could, he is the banker of the town. I was delighted when staying there, to hear a story from his own lips, which is also printed and worthy of your careful perusal. His wife, a godly woman, had been exercised with many thoughts for her husband and children. She did not live to see her prayers answered. She fell asleep, but with a good hope that yet her husband and her children would join her in the skies. She said that her husband would experience a bad trial, but that it would be greatly blessed to him, and so it turned out. Our esteemed friend, that excellent man of God, Mr. Denham Smith, went to preach in the town, and the gentleman went to hear him. He did not go with any desire for conversion—he knew not its value—he merely went to hear Mr. Smith as a person well known as an evangelist. The Word, through divine grace, pierced his heart, and about the same time it also reached the heart of one of his daughters. He was under deep distress of mind, but through the simple teaching of our friend, Mr. Smith, he was led to rest upon Jesus, and cast his anchor in the blessed anchorage of the atonement. His daughter, about the same time, through the united prayers of her newly-converted father and Mr. Smith, was brought into perfect peace. He thought, “This is a happy season—two of my sons are out on business, but I will send for them to come home.” They were brought home—they were asked to go and hear Mr. Smith. One of them found the Savior; the other remained indifferent. The three converted ones began to pray for the others, and, to make the story—a blessed story—very short, there were six in the household, sons and daughters, they were all saved, father included. They had but three domestic servants—Mr. Smith visited them a second time; it had been a subject of prayer that the three servants might be saved, and they were so, and are now a whole family walking in the truth of God! Such an instance as this, in a somewhat large family, should excite the desire of all Christian parents, that they may have the same blessing! Of course, we cannot expect it where there are very little children; but we can expect, we ought to expect family conversions; and in answer to prayer, we may have it where the children are come to an age in which they are capable of understanding the things of God, and knowing the truth as it is in Christ Jesus. I know that many of you feel your eyes watering at the thought of being able to say, “Here am I, and the children You have given me, for I have no greater joy than this—to see my children walking in the truth.” Do not think that the conversion of children is a thing unusual or suspicious—look for it and believe in it. You cannot change their hearts, or give them divine life —it is beyond your power—but it is not beyond the power of your God; and God will refuse His children nothing if they do but know how to plead His promise, and ask in faith, doubting nothing. Only let us feel more about this, and I am persuaded we shall see better times with regard to our young people. I am resolved, in connection with this church, as soon as I can get over my many present engagements in the country, in Scotland, and so on, that we will devote ourselves to looking more directly and personally after our young people. We must have special meetings with them; the pastor must commune with them; the elders and deacons must meet them; we must be seeking to bring in more souls. God has dealt very graciously with this church, and for 11 years there has been one long revival; but I want to see greater things than these. I believe that the prayers of the last three weeks are being heard. Last Friday, I 8 8 met with many of my brothers, the ministers of London, in this place, to pray. We did pray. Our hearts were knit together in holy love, and we prayed for our churches and congregations, and pleaded with God that He would make us better ministers, and help us to be free from the blood of our hearers; and I expect, in answer to the prayers of my brothers, that we shall get a blessing. Moreover, we have all been pleading—may I not say all? We have been crying, “Will You not revive us again, that Your people may rejoice in You?” But we must use the means. I must ask my dear friends who love the Lord, who are scattered about the tabernacle, to begin from this time forward to look after those who sit near them, to look after those who sit in the pews with them, put questions to them, and endeavor gently to lead them to the Savior. Instead of one address from this pulpit, make it a thousand addresses from Christians round about! Let me give you the nail and the hammer by preaching the sermon—but YOU—as agents in the hands of the Holy Spirit, labor to drive home the Word of God. And if I can get all of you who love the Lord into a thoroughly warm and earnest state, I am persuaded the great things we have seen are only the beginning of greater things to come. We are on the threshold of an era of mercy; we have journeyed to the edge of a long stretch of glorious sunlight, emerging out of the shadows into the serene clear shining of Jehovah’s face. We shall yet see these galleries, and these aisles, and this vast area full of believers! We shall see the Word of God running, having free course, and being glorified! But we must, dear friends, be stirred up to holy action for it. V. Alas, I must conclude! Conclude, too, with a very dark and gloomy thought. The text SUGGESTS A VERY SOLEMN FEAR, namely, that there may be some in our households who will not be saved. Ah, young men and women; ah, you who are fathers of Christian children, but not converted yourselves; you who are godless daughters and unregenerate sons of Christian people—you are lost now, and you may be lost forever! Lot’s sons-in-law were consumed, and why not you? Saved shall the patriarch be, but not saved the patriarch’s son, except he shall flee out of Sodom! Beware! No kinship can save you! You may be allied to a race of saints, but, being yourself a sinner, your pedigree cannot save you. Unconverted souls, flee away, I pray you! And may God’s grace direct you to the Rock of Ages split for you. Hide yourself in the cracks there, and let your soul find peace through Jesus the Savior. May God bless these feeble words of mine to every soul here, for Jesus’ sake. Amen.
Charles Spurgeon
A SOLEMN INQUIRY CONCERNING OUR FAMILIES
“And the men said unto Lot, have you anyone else here? Son-in-law, your sons, your
daughters, and whomever you have in the city—take them out of this place!”
Genesis 19:12.
THE angelic messengers of mercy were not only earnest to bring Lot out of the city, but in their
great kindness, they reminded him of an important matter which, in the alarm of the tumult outside, and
in the surprise of their fearful tidings, he might possibly have forgotten. They suggested, to his distracted
heart, a loving care for his relatives and friends. His wife and his two daughters were already with him
in the house, but he had two sons-in-law to whom his daughters were espoused, if not married; and the
angels suggest to him to make an effort to rescue these, also, from the destruction which awaited the
filthy city. In the perturbation of mind, which is so usual in the renewed heart at first, it is no marvel if a
man should be so taken up with thoughts of his own safety as to forget the welfare of others. Therefore, I
see a wisdom in the saying of the apostle Paul to the trembling jailer, “Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ,
and you shall be saved, and your house.” The jailer’s question was personal and confined to himself—
“Sirs, what must I do to be saved?” In this, we judge him not—for his own conversion must be the object
of the deepest and most earnest thoughts of a convicted sinner. But Paul’s answer was large and
generous—“You shall be saved, and your house.” There may be some here who have but lately passed
from darkness to light. In the fear lest you should be mistaken, or in the joy of your new-found comfort,
it may be you have scarcely begun to think of your wife, your children, or your relatives—is it not time
to begin at once? Let this text come, this morning, fresh out of Holy Scripture, as though it dropped
anew from the angel’s tongue—“Have you anyone else here?” You are yourself privileged by sovereign
mercy, and singled out for safety—have you anyone else here in the land of sin? Have you not some unconverted
kinsfolk, some unsaved relative, some who are written in your family register, but who are not
written in the Lamb’s Book of Life? Come, friend, think about this and give heed to the question, “Have
you anyone else here?” My heart is on fire with love to souls this morning, and if there are no others
who care for the salvation of their fellow men, I can truly say I agonize for conversions! Forgive me if,
in my excitement, my thoughts should seem tame and feeble, for I have passed out of the realm of
thoughts, and am under the absolute dominion of my feelings. Come, Holy Spirit, come, and aid my
tongue which is all too feeble to express the language of my inmost heart!
I. We would observe, first, that such a question as this APPEALS TO OUR NATURAL AFFECTIONS.
Surely, unless we have lost manhood, we love our kindred and desire their good! We have not yet
become like the ostriches in the wilderness which care not for their young. Our flesh has not congealed
into marble, nor are our hearts become like millstones; we have a very tender concern for those united to
us by ties of nature, and esteem them as parts of ourselves. What parent is not glad to see his children in
good health? We will watch with them all through the weary night when they are ill, and can we not
pray for them when they are sick with sin? It is a singular mercy when our children are born to us without
deformity and in full possession of every sense; and it is a great blessing when a man can look round
upon a numerous household and see them all full of cheerfulness and hope. Do we care for their bodily
welfare, and shall we neglect to pray that their souls may prosper? Can we see the deformity of sin without
tears? Can we see the blindness of our children towards divine things? Can we observe how deaf
they are to the admonitions of mercy? Can we discover clearly the depravity of their nature without deep
grief and regret? We hasten to the best physicians when we see anything amiss, and we spare no cost for
their recovery. Shall we ever be at peace, or know what rest means concerning them, until we see their
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eyes open and the light of Jesus streaming into their souls; until we know that their tongues are loosed to
tell of God’s mercy towards them—until there is formed in them a new heart and a right spirit? We are
anxious to see in our children a due share of intelligence; we are very quick to notice any signs of it, and
perhaps we are over anxious to remark upon their shrewdness and good sense—it is an overwhelming
sorrow for a parent to discover weakness or imbecility of mind in his offspring; but what shall we say if
we cannot perceive any knowledge of Christ in our children? Shall the folly of their hearts cause us no
anxiety? Does it give us no concern if they put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter, darkness for light,
and light for darkness? Do we seek to have them educated in the various arts and sciences, and not desire
that they should comprehend with all saints the love of Christ which passes all knowledge?
One thing is necessary—all the rest may have a temporary necessity, but the one thing—acceptance
in Christ, and faith in Jesus, is absolutely necessary! Can we be content when we see them neatly
dressed, strongly framed, and progressing in their learning, while their souls are not clothed with
Christ’s righteousness and they are ignorant of the power of divine love? Can we rest content while their
souls are not trained for God, not tutored for heaven, not educated for eternity? Why, common sense
teaches our natural affection that the first thought should be the training of the soul, and the highest desire
of our spirits should be that they may live before God, whatever may become of them in their education
as to the things of time and sense. It is only natural that we should care for the prosperity of our
friends and children. We are grieved if we hear that they meet with any accident. If losses and calamities
befall them, I trust we know how to weep with them who weep. We would sooner bear pain ourselves
than that they should suffer! We have often felt our own cross to be very light, if we have thereby lifted
a cross from the shoulders of those dear to us. But can we think of their sinning against God, and abiding
under the anger of the Most High without any emotion? Above all, can we contemplate for an instant
their death, and their appearance before God unpardoned—their condemnation and their eternal doom—
without a horror taking hold upon us? My friend, my sister, my wife, my child in hell! How can I bear
the dreadful thought? Mother, if your child was running in the streets, and there were a fear that yonder
wheels would go over it, and crush it, your heart would be in your mouth! Can you see your child in
danger of eternal destruction without your bosom heaving high with fond maternal anxiety? If I saw my
friend upon the edge of a precipice, I would rush to his rescue—and can I be silent when I see so many
whom I love walking upon the verge of eternal ruin, utterly unconcerned about their souls? Natural affection,
which makes us care for our children and friends that they may prosper, will, if it is rightly
trained, make us far more earnest for their salvation from the wrath to come. If there are any who are
professedly Christians, who, nevertheless, have no sort of interest in the welfare of their children, I only
utter what I believe to be the solemn truth, when I say that their profession is a mistake, if not an hypocrisy—
they had better give it up! If you care not for the souls of others, you do not know the value of
your own! God’s people are a tender-hearted people. Like their Savior, they cannot look upon Jerusalem
without weeping over it—they cannot view with complacency the destruction of any; much less can
they be careless concerning the condition of those who spring from their own loins—who are united to
them by ties of blood!
Like Doddridge, we dare say in the sight of God, that we love the souls of men—
“My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My heart yearns over dying men!
And gladly my pity would reclaim,
And snatch the firebrands from the flame.”
I set you down as nearer akin to a devil than to a saint, if you can go your way and look into the face of
your friend or child, and know him to be on the downward road, and yet never pray for him nor use any
means for his conversion. May God grant that no doctrinal belief may ever dry up the milk of human
kindness in our souls! Certainly the doctrines of divine grace, such as election and effectual redemption,
will not do so. Error may petrify, but the truth of God melts. May we feel that no dogma can be Scriptural
which is not consistent with a sincere love to men? Truth must be consistent with its author’s character;
and He who has revealed saving truth is the God of love—no, He is love itself; and that cannot be
true which naturally and legitimately would lead men to be unloving! May we be such parents, such
brothers, such sisters, such children, that it shall be the first anxiety of our spirits that our children, our
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parents, our husband, our wife, our friends, our brothers and sisters, should be brought to partake with us
of the things of God! I do think that the question which is suggested this morning, “Have you anyone
else in Sodom?” is one which forcibly appeals to the natural affections while it does no violence to the
judgment. I shall hope, therefore, that in such a congregation as the present, where there are so many
loving hearts, my question will drop like a spark upon dry tinder to set the soul on fire or melt into the
soul as a snowflake into the sea, to increase the flood of holy earnestness. My own heart is stirred in its
inmost depths by the inquiry, and I cannot but hope that yours will be also. You who are friends, I now
pray you, show yourselves friendly. Parents, be parents indeed. Brothers, act a true fraternal part. Sisters,
let your tender love find a fitting channel. Husbands and wives, let your conjugal union awaken you to
most tender emotions. Let every fond relationship stir us to care for others while the inquiry is made,
“Have you anyone else here?”
II. In the second place, the question is one which AWAKENS HOLY CONCERN FOR THE
WELL-BEING OF OTHERS.
Shall I stop a moment while you think over the roll of your friends and kinsfolk? “Have you anyone
else here?” Are they all saved? Are you quite sure that all of them are rejoicing in Christ Jesus, and are
washed in His blood? Mother, it was such a comfort to you when your first-born was added to the
Church; and what a joy when your fair daughters subscribed with their hands to the name of Jesus! Are
there not others who are strangers to the commonwealth of Israel? Brother, it has been a great delight to
you to see your brother saved; your heart has swollen high with holy joy to know that a sister has passed
from death unto life; but there are others of the family—are they all converted? Are there not some still
in the gall of bitterness, and in the bonds of iniquity—concerning whom even in the judgment of charity
you are compelled to say, “Lord, have mercy upon them, for they have no mercy upon themselves”?
Have you no tears for the unsaved ones? No prayers for those who abide under the wrath of God? In
your house, you have seen your servants saved; and next to the salvation of one’s children, there is no
greater mercy than to see one’s servants walking in the faith—but are all of your servants saved? Is there
not one in the house with you who still has not given her heart to Christ? You are happy, my brother,
thrice happy, if while I suggest this question, you can read down the whole list with sparkling eyes and
say, “Yes, I can say, like Noah, they are all with me in the ark—my wife, and my sons, and my sons’
wives with them, they are all secure—and though the deluge sweeps over the whole world, in that covenant
ark of salvation, with my whole household, I hope to float in safety.” But it is not so, I am afraid,
with the most of us; we have an Esau as well as a Jacob, an Ishmael as well as an Isaac.
To provoke you to earnest concern for the well-being of others this morning, let me remind you of
times when we should be anxious about our friends and children. When first we ourselves look to Christ,
we should care for others. Oh, what a joy it is to feel the burden rolling from our shoulders—to be able
to say with holy delight—“Great God, I’m saved; the chief of sinners is at last at peace with You; your
enemy is reconciled, my sin is covered, my iniquity is cast into the depths of the sea.” What should be
the next thought? If this is so sweet to me, there are my sin-burdened relatives—O God, bring them to
know this blessedness! If I leap at the sound of Jesus’ name, and find it blessed to know that sin is forgiven,
O my God, let others whom I love be set free, and be enabled to triumph in justification through
the blood of Jesus Christ! We would not eat our morsel alone, lest it grow stale through our selfishness.
The woods drop with honey—we cannot eat it all—let us call others to taste its sweetness. I think, dear
friends, there can be no better season than the first blush of your newborn piety in which to cry to the
Most High with strong crying and tears, that He would be pleased to pluck others, as He has done yourselves,
like firebrands from the flame. “In the morning, sow your seed.”
Then, there are times of Christian enjoyment. When we have been sitting round the table of our dying
Lord, we have been made to feast at the banquet of wine with King Jesus—the banner over us has
been love, and His fruit has been sweet to our taste; but while we were downstairs at the table, did we
not think of those upstairs among the spectators? Will not our hearts wing their flight with anxious desires
towards loved ones who cannot unite with us? Do we not hope that before long, they will sit side
by side with us? Let us remember those at home this morning—at home, did I say? Alas, some are
worse than at home, for they are now where we were once, spending the Sunday in sin—finding their
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pleasures anywhere but in the things of God! A warm fire, and a happy family gathering may well make
us think of those shivering in the cold outside; I charge you, believer, forget not your poor unconverted
children! Let your highest and most rapt moments of communion with Christ be the times when your
soul shall speak to God as Abraham talked to his Father and his Friend, and pleaded for the sinners of
Sodom.
I think when we are downcast, when our soul is filled with bitter trouble, then also is an appropriate
season to pray for others. God turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends, and he may
turn our captivity when we do the same. Why, if I, who have an interest in Christ, yet feel so desponding,
what must be the wretchedness of those who have no Christ to go to? If we, who live on the bread
of heaven, yet complain that our spirit oftentimes sinks within us, what must be the failings of heart—
the horror of great darkness—which those must experience who feed upon the wind, and would gladly
fill their bellies with the husks which the swine eat? Let your own grief help you to arrive at some
knowledge of the griefs of unconverted souls, and go to the throne of grace on their account. It may also
help to stimulate this holy desire for the well-being of others to think of how we shall feel in regard to
our children and friends when they come to lie sick. They will be sick as well as others; and when they
are in jeopardy of their lives, and the physician tells us that their existence trembles in the scale, how
shall we feel, then? Can we gaze upon their pallid countenances without bitter reproaches for our past
indifference? I am afraid I cannot say I have had a sick friend concerning whom I could feel that I had
done all I ought to have done; I do not know whether you have—happy are you if you feel quite guiltless.
When we have seen our friends on their beds of languishing, have we not thought, “Ah, would to
God we had to do over again the occasions and opportunities of talking to them on divine things, for
now they are so racked with pain, so distracted with many thoughts, that there is scarcely room to sow
the good seed, because of the many thorns.” O that the harvest may not be past, and the summer ended
before we begin our sowing! Fools lose the spring and then lament in the time of harvest. May heaven
save us from the fool’s lament!
And what will you think if your children should die unconverted—your wife, your husband, your
friend? To lose our loved ones is one of the sore, though common, troubles of life; but oh, it can be little
trouble to send on those who are ripe for glory! Go when glory waits you, we would not detain you then!
To think that, while we are weeping here, they are singing around the eternal throne, wipes the tears
from our eyes; but what must it be to bury them without “a sure and certain hope of a glorious resurrection”?
To put the body under the sod with this dread thought upon us, that “We sorrow as those who
have no hope”? It is the death of death to fear that our friends have not escaped the second death! Must
you not confess, this morning, that if some of your kinsfolk were to die as they are, you could not, unless
you were to thwart your own conscience, entertain anything like a sure hope of their entering into eternal
life? Now, as you would wish you had prayed for them, as you would wish you had labored with them,
when they are dead, so do now! While there is an opportunity, avail yourself of it for fear you should
have to mourn with briny tears that the soul has gone, and that you have never rendered it any help. Before
the sun goes down forever, use its light. It is vain to warn after the ship is wrecked. Hell will never
give up its prey—nor will your tears mitigate the fury of its fires! It is now or never. Lord, make it now!
Think again, how you would care for your friends if you were, yourself, this morning, very near
death. O my hearers, I sometimes think of the time when I shall lie a-dying—when all alone my spirit
must cross the black Brook Kidron, and leave the city of our solemnities for the other side of Jordan.
Then, such thoughts as these will surely steal over me—“O that I might preach to this people again! O
that I had the opportunity of addressing those thousands once more, that I might preach in real earnest,
and not talk away the time! O that I might deal with their souls, as if they really were immortal, and
there were a judgment to come! O that I might set before them life and death, hell and heaven, and plead
with them, knowing the terrors of the Lord.” I can scarcely tell you what must be the sorrow of a dying
man at the end of an unfaithful ministry. Then shall every wasted opportunity stuff his pillow with
thorns; there shall be no sleep for that aching head, no rest for those weary eyes—he has damned the
souls of men by his carelessness and sloth, and now he must give his account. He is haunted by grim
forebodings of wrath to come, and knows not where to turn for comfort. He has insulted heaven, and
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played into the hands of hell! What will be your thought, my hearers, if in your narrower sphere, you
shall have been unfaithful? There on the sick bed, though the comforts of complete forgiveness may take
away from you the sting of death, which is sin, yet even the blood of Christ will not be able to remove
those solemn heart-moving regrets which shall be suggested by a lively remembrance that you had opportunities
of doing good, and wasted them; and that now you are dying, but leaving unconverted children
behind you—dying, and the wife is still unsaved—dying, and your father still lives to whom you
might have spoken of the way of God, but who now has no loving child to care about his soul!
As you must die, believers, seek to live like dying men, and labor for your sons and daughters, and
kinsfolk, as those who must soon leave them, and have no other opportunities of doing them good. You
cannot come back from heaven; if you have neglected a duty, you cannot leave heaven to perform it. If
there is one thing that can make an angel in heaven envy a man on earth, it is his power to intercede for
sinners, to preach, to woo, and to win souls. If there is one thing which a glorified saint before the throne
of God might wish to come to earth for, it is surely this—that he might speak to impenitent brothers and
sisters, that he might weep over unconverted friends, and perhaps bring them to repentance. “Work
while it is called today, for the night comes wherein no man can work.”
III. And now, we turn, seeking the same earnest objective, to the third point of our discourse. Such a
question as this is calculated to EXCITE US TO ANXIOUS EFFORT; for mere solicitude without effort
is not genuine.
A man must not pretend that he cares for the souls of others as long as he leaves one stone unturned
which might be the means of blessing them. It seems to me, then, that if we are in a right state of heart
this morning, one of the first things we shall do will be to tell those dear to us of their danger. I think I
see Lot going out that night. No very safe place, the streets of Sodom, especially after that wretched scene
which had been enacted at his own door—a miracle had rescued him; but yet with his life in his hand,
the good old man goes to the door of his sons-in-law. Affection is not always as strong towards sons-inlaw
as towards those who are of our own blood; still he goes with all solemnity of feeling, knowing that
he, himself, would be rescued, but trembling lest these sons-in-law should refuse the invitation to escape
with him. The good old man finds his way through the winding streets of Sodom, and begins to knock at
the door with a resolute hand. They look down from the top of the house. “That is the voice of old Lot,”
says one, “what is he doing, disturbing our comfortable slumber?” They have but little love for him;
they have put on some pretense of affection that they might win his daughters, but Sodomites cannot
have much love for righteous men; and consequently, they have no care for Lot. “What does the old fellow
want at this time of night?” they say. “Why cannot he keep seasonable hours? Besides, what a disturbance
there was at his door just now! Does he not know better than to knock at our door, when he so
resolutely shut his own to protect two tramping strangers? What does he want?”
He cries to them, “My sons, this city is to be burned with fire in the morning! Come, get up and flee
with me, for the two men who came to me were angels sent from God to rescue me, and they have bid
me seek you. Come with me!” “Ah,” they say. “What next? Old Lob—that is your name, Lob, instead of
Lot—go your way and talk about your silly dreams to men of softer brains, but not to us.” “No,” Lot
says, “it is even so, by the love you bear my daughters, bear with me; if it is not so, it will not matter,
you can return; but if it is so, think what it will be to be destroyed with fire and brimstone out of heaven!
I pray you, come.” But they scoff at him—they tell him he is only mocking them—that he has some motive
for wishing to get them into the street, and so they bid him go. And with an aching heart the poor
old man goes back, feeling something more than Isaiah’s grief—“Who has believed our report? And to
whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?” Yet as he fled out of Sodom, if the sight of his daughters reminded
him of their husbands, he would think, “I am clear of their blood; I did plead with them; I did
exhort them to escape; and if they would not, why, they would not—and the sin lies at their own door.”
It will be some comfort to the Christian, if the worst should come to worst, that he has warned the ungodly.
Let us tell them of their danger, and never cease to warn until they cease to sin. Having so done,
it is the duty of every Christian to tell his friend the remedy. Plain speaking about Christ is the ordinary
means of bringing sinners to repentance. Those ministers most useful in soul-seeking are those who put
the doctrine of simple faith in the atonement in the clearest light. Let not your friend perish through ig
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norance. Tell him that whoever comes unto Christ, He will in no wise cast out—that there is life in a
look at the crucified Savior! Tell him that whoever believes that Jesus is the Christ is born of God.
Preach no salvation by works—but preach faith and works only as the fruit of faith; and let the doctrine
that Christ came to seek and to save that which was lost, be clearly set before your friend’s eyes.
Remember, it is not enough to coldly warn them of danger and doctrinally to teach the remedy.
There are many who will go so far; but I hold, my brethren, that we are bound to use a constraint with
our friends. Do not misunderstand me—only a loving and a tender constraint, such as these angels used
with Lot. Press them, plead with them, take them by the hand. Some are afraid to do this; they fear that
they would be doing the Spirit’s work. My dear brother, that is the reason why I do it, for I know the
Spirit of God works by means, and I am in hopes that He will use me to do His own work. “Well, but we
cannot bring them to Christ,” says one. That is true, and that is false. That is true—you cannot, unless
God is with you; but instrumentality is the ordinary method by which God accomplishes His purpose,
and therefore, you may be enabled to bring sinners to Jesus. I do not, when I plead with sinners, plead as
though I pleaded, or as though there were anything in my pleading which could do them good, but I
plead, as Paul says, “As though God did beseech you by us.” This is the position the Christian parent
should take up, the position of God pleading with men, “As though God did beseech you by us.” Not
man seeking to win a soul, but the Son of Man coming to seek and to save that which was lost. Do not
be afraid, dear friends, that you will ever violate the doctrine of election or predestination, by the most
solemn determination you can make in the sight of God that you will wrestle, and weep, and agonize to
bring your children to Him. Rightly understood, this doctrine is an incentive to duty, and never an opiate
for sloth. “Compel them to come in,” is the Savior’s own command!
I remember an old man who was a nursing father to all the young men in the parish where he lived.
This one thing he used to do—there was scarcely a lad whom he would not know and speak to, and there
was a time with most of the lads when he specially sought to see them decided. Suppose one of them
was going away to London? He would be sure to ask him to have a cup of tea with him. “You are going
away, John,” he would say, “I would not like you to go without spending an evening with me.” If it was
a fine sunshiny evening, he would say, “You know I have often talked to you about the things of God,
and I am afraid that as yet there has been no impression produced. You are going to London, and will
meet with many temptations, and I fear you may fall into them, but I would like to pray with you once
before you go. Let us walk down the field together.” There was a tree, an old oak tree in a solitary place,
where he would say, “To help you to remember my words better, we will pray under this tree.” The
young and the old knelt together, and the old man poured out his soul before God; and when he had
wrestled with God, and talked with his young friend, he would say, “Now, when I am dead and gone,
and you will perhaps come back to the place where you lived when a youth—let that tree be a witness
between God and your soul that here I wrestled with you; and if you forget God, and do not give your
heart to Christ, let that tree stand to accuse your conscience till it yields to the entreaties of divine love.”
Now, here was a using of what I have styled constraint, but it is not a constraint, you see, such as the papist
would use; and as for physical force, of course, that is never to be used—but the constraint of spiritual
force, divine love, and earnestness. May I ask whether we have all done our duty in this matter?
Here stands one who has not; and if every Christian here who has something to repent of in this matter
were to stand up, I question, brethren, whether many of us dare keep our seats! Ah, if they perish, we
cannot say that we wept after them. Whitefield could say to his congregations often, “Ah, if you are lost,
it is not for want of weeping after, not for want of my groans and tears.” But I am afraid if our children
were lost, or our brothers and sisters were lost, we could not say as much as that. May God forgive the
past, and may He help us in the future; and from this time forth may we resolve as in the presence of the
flowing wounds of Christ, and as He enables us we will—
“Tell to sinners round,
What a dear Savior we have found!
Point them to the redeeming blood,
And say, ‘Behold the way to God.’”
IV. And now, I shall not weary you, I trust, if I continue a little longer; for it seems to me that our
text FOSTERS A VERY CHEERING HOPE. It says, “Have you anyone else here?” as much as if it
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would say, “Hope for them all. Why should they not all be brought out of Sodom? Why should one be
left behind?”
That was a grand saying of Moses when Pharaoh said, “Go, serve the Lord; only let your flocks and
your herds be left behind: let your little ones also go with you. And Moses said, You must give us also
sacrifices and burnt offerings, that we may sacrifice unto the Lord our God. Our cattle also shall go with
us; there shall not a hoof be left behind”—the smallest lamb, or the meanest goat—they shall all come
out. So it is glorious, when in strength of faith, the father of the family can feel that he will give the
Master no rest till they are all saved. Not leaving William out, nor omitting Mary; not saying, “Well,
thank God, I am blessed above the average—the most of my children are converted, and if one shall perish,
I must bear with it as a cross.” No, but saying in your soul with humble boldness—
“Lord, I will not let You go,
Till a blessing You bestow
upon every child of my loins, upon every brother and every sister, and every relative.” I say the text fosters
a hope that you may yet see them all brought to Jesus! I stayed some few months ago with a brother
in Christ in a certain town in the midland counties. I might mention his name if I could, he is the banker
of the town. I was delighted when staying there, to hear a story from his own lips, which is also printed
and worthy of your careful perusal. His wife, a godly woman, had been exercised with many thoughts
for her husband and children. She did not live to see her prayers answered. She fell asleep, but with a
good hope that yet her husband and her children would join her in the skies. She said that her husband
would experience a bad trial, but that it would be greatly blessed to him, and so it turned out. Our esteemed
friend, that excellent man of God, Mr. Denham Smith, went to preach in the town, and the gentleman
went to hear him. He did not go with any desire for conversion—he knew not its value—he
merely went to hear Mr. Smith as a person well known as an evangelist. The Word, through divine
grace, pierced his heart, and about the same time it also reached the heart of one of his daughters. He
was under deep distress of mind, but through the simple teaching of our friend, Mr. Smith, he was led to
rest upon Jesus, and cast his anchor in the blessed anchorage of the atonement. His daughter, about the
same time, through the united prayers of her newly-converted father and Mr. Smith, was brought into
perfect peace. He thought, “This is a happy season—two of my sons are out on business, but I will send
for them to come home.” They were brought home—they were asked to go and hear Mr. Smith. One of
them found the Savior; the other remained indifferent. The three converted ones began to pray for the
others, and, to make the story—a blessed story—very short, there were six in the household, sons and
daughters, they were all saved, father included. They had but three domestic servants—Mr. Smith visited
them a second time; it had been a subject of prayer that the three servants might be saved, and they
were so, and are now a whole family walking in the truth of God!
Such an instance as this, in a somewhat large family, should excite the desire of all Christian parents,
that they may have the same blessing! Of course, we cannot expect it where there are very little children;
but we can expect, we ought to expect family conversions; and in answer to prayer, we may have it
where the children are come to an age in which they are capable of understanding the things of God, and
knowing the truth as it is in Christ Jesus. I know that many of you feel your eyes watering at the thought
of being able to say, “Here am I, and the children You have given me, for I have no greater joy than
this—to see my children walking in the truth.” Do not think that the conversion of children is a thing
unusual or suspicious—look for it and believe in it. You cannot change their hearts, or give them divine
life —it is beyond your power—but it is not beyond the power of your God; and God will refuse His
children nothing if they do but know how to plead His promise, and ask in faith, doubting nothing. Only
let us feel more about this, and I am persuaded we shall see better times with regard to our young people.
I am resolved, in connection with this church, as soon as I can get over my many present engagements
in the country, in Scotland, and so on, that we will devote ourselves to looking more directly and
personally after our young people. We must have special meetings with them; the pastor must commune
with them; the elders and deacons must meet them; we must be seeking to bring in more souls. God has
dealt very graciously with this church, and for 11 years there has been one long revival; but I want to see
greater things than these. I believe that the prayers of the last three weeks are being heard. Last Friday, I
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met with many of my brothers, the ministers of London, in this place, to pray. We did pray. Our hearts
were knit together in holy love, and we prayed for our churches and congregations, and pleaded with
God that He would make us better ministers, and help us to be free from the blood of our hearers; and I
expect, in answer to the prayers of my brothers, that we shall get a blessing.
Moreover, we have all been pleading—may I not say all? We have been crying, “Will You not revive
us again, that Your people may rejoice in You?” But we must use the means. I must ask my dear
friends who love the Lord, who are scattered about the tabernacle, to begin from this time forward to
look after those who sit near them, to look after those who sit in the pews with them, put questions to
them, and endeavor gently to lead them to the Savior. Instead of one address from this pulpit, make it a
thousand addresses from Christians round about! Let me give you the nail and the hammer by preaching
the sermon—but YOU—as agents in the hands of the Holy Spirit, labor to drive home the Word of
God. And if I can get all of you who love the Lord into a thoroughly warm and earnest state, I am persuaded
the great things we have seen are only the beginning of greater things to come. We are on the
threshold of an era of mercy; we have journeyed to the edge of a long stretch of glorious sunlight,
emerging out of the shadows into the serene clear shining of Jehovah’s face. We shall yet see these galleries,
and these aisles, and this vast area full of believers! We shall see the Word of God running, having
free course, and being glorified! But we must, dear friends, be stirred up to holy action for it.
V. Alas, I must conclude! Conclude, too, with a very dark and gloomy thought. The text SUGGESTS
A VERY SOLEMN FEAR, namely, that there may be some in our households who will not be
saved.
Ah, young men and women; ah, you who are fathers of Christian children, but not converted yourselves;
you who are godless daughters and unregenerate sons of Christian people—you are lost now, and
you may be lost forever! Lot’s sons-in-law were consumed, and why not you? Saved shall the patriarch
be, but not saved the patriarch’s son, except he shall flee out of Sodom! Beware! No kinship can save
you! You may be allied to a race of saints, but, being yourself a sinner, your pedigree cannot save you.
Unconverted souls, flee away, I pray you! And may God’s grace direct you to the Rock of Ages split for
you. Hide yourself in the cracks there, and let your soul find peace through Jesus the Savior.
May God bless these feeble words of mine to every soul here, for Jesus’ sake. Amen.
