Misery, the Plea of the Sinner – Charles Spurgeon

A MAN lying on the field of battle wounded, when the surgeon comes round, or the soldiers with the ambulance, does not say, “Oh, mine is a little wound,” for he knows that then they would let him lie; but he cries out, “I have been bleeding here for hours, and am nearly dead with a terrible wound,” for he thinks that he will gain speedier relief; and when he gets into the hospital he does not say to the nurse, “Mine is a small affair; I shall soon get over it”; but he tells the truth to the surgeon in the hope that he may set the bone at once, and that double care may be taken. Ah, sinner, do you so with God. The right way to plead is to plead your misery, your impotence, your danger, your sin. Lay bare your wounds before the Lord, and as Hezekiah spread Sennacherib’s letter before the Lord, spread your sins before him with many a tear and many a cry, and say, “Lord save me from all these; save me from these black and foul things, for your infinite mercy’s sake.” Confess your sin; wisdom dictates that you should do so, since salvation is of grace.