Congregations, Thin—Comfort in – Charles Spurgeon

SOME years ago there was a young man, who, upon much such a morning as this—cold, snowy, dark—entered a house of prayer, as you have done today. I thought as I came here, this morning, of that young man. I said to myself, “This morning is so very forbidding that I shall have a very small congregation, but perhaps among them there will be one like that young man.” To be plain with you, it comforted me to think that the morning when God blessed my soul, the preacher had a very small congregation, and it was cold and bitter, and therefore I said to myself this morning, “Why should not I go up merrily to my task, and preach if there should only be a dozen there?” for Jesus may intend to reveal himself to someone as he did to me, and that someone may be a soul-winner, and the means of the salvation of tens of thousands in years to come. I wonder if that will occur to that young man yonder, for I trust he has the inquiry of the wise men upon his lips. I trust he will not quench those desires which now burn within him, but rather may the spark be fanned to a flame, and may this day witness his decision for Jesus. Oh, has the Lord looked on that young woman, or on that dear child, or on yonder aged man? I know not who it may be, but I shall indeed bless God this morning, if the cry may be heard from many a lip, “Sir, what must I do to be saved? Where is he who is born King of the Jews?”