WILL OF MAN — Adverse to the Gospel – Charles Spurgeon

When the dove was weary, she recollected the ark and flew into Noah’s hand at once: there are weary souls who know the ark but will not fly to it. When an Israelite had slain, inadvertently, his fellow, he knew the city of refuge, he feared the avenger of blood, and he fled along the road to the place of safety; but multitudes know the refuge, and every Sabbath we set up the signposts along the road, but yet they come not to find salvation. The destitute waifs and strays of the streets of London find out the night refuge and ask for shelter ; they cluster round our workhouse doors like sparrows under (he eaves of a building on a rainy day ; they piteously crave for lodging and a crust of bread ; yet crowds of poor benighted spirits, when the house of mercy is lighted up, and the invitation is plainly written in bold letters, “Whosoever will, let him turn in hither,” will not come, but prove the truth of Watts’s verse— “Tiliroside make a wretch choice, A’lil rather stir him come.” Tis strange, ’tis passing strange, ’tis wonderful!

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