Faith, Perfection of – Charles Spurgeon

PERHAPS you have been on the top of a mountain, such as the Rigi or as Snowdon. You know these mountains do not move. They are good solid rock under your feet. But people erect platforms on the top of them to see the sun rise a little sooner, or something of that sort. From the top of one of those platforms a man may come down with a crash and break his limbs. That is something like our erections which we put up over our simple faith in Christ. Our beautiful frames and feelings and experiences—they will come down with a crash some day, for they are rotten stuff; but when a man stands upon this—”Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners, and I am resting upon him: he is all my salvation and all my desire: his precious blood is all my confidence. The love of his heart, the power of his arm, the merit of his plea—here I rest myself,”—O beloved, there is no fear of that confidence ever giving way beneath your feet. There you may stand and serenely rejoice when worlds shall melt and pillars of the earth shall reel.