Workers’ Sympathy with Jesus – Charles Spurgeon

I KNOW of no service that can be more distinguished than the doing of good, the scattering of blessings among the sons of men. Methinks the very angels before the throne might envy us poor men who are permitted to talk of Christ, even though it be but to little children. I reckon the humblest ragged-school teacher to be more honored than even Gabriel himself, in being commissioned to tell out the story of the cross, and to win youthful hearts to the Savior’s service. You are not employed as scullions in your Master’s kitchen, though you might be content with such a service; you are not made as his hired servants, to toil in meanest drudgery; you are not sent to be hewers of wood and drawers of water; but you are his friends, the friends of Jesus, to do such work as he did; and even greater works than he did are you enabled to do, because he has gone to his Father. “This honor have all the saints,” the honor of being gentlemen-at-arms under Jesus, the Captain of their salvation.