Mr. Fearing Comforted — C.H. Spurgeon

The Prince of Preachers Charles Haddon Spurgeon has been called England's greatest contribution to the spread of the gospel in the 19th century. One of his contemporaries said that the chief secret of Spurgeon's attractiveness was the fact that in every sermon, no matter what the text or the occasion, he explained the way of salvation in simple terms.

Spurgeon's messages remain one of the great treasure houses of Christian literature, still bringing the light of the gospel and the comfort of the scriptures to hungry souls long after the preacher has passed into glory.

This is Charles Kelsch inviting you to listen to a message from the Prince of Preachers. C .H. Spurgeon preached this message on April 3rd, 1859 in the Music Hall of the Royal Surrey Gardens. It is entitled, Mr. Fearing Comforted.

Doubt and the Gift of Faith

The text is in Matthew chapter 14 and verse 31. O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt? It seems as if doubt were doomed to be the perpetual companion of faith. As dust attends the chariot wheels, so do doubts naturally becloud faith.

Some men of little faith are perpetually enshrouded with fears. Their faith seems only strong enough to enable them to doubt. If they had no faith at all, then they would not doubt. But having that little, and but so little, they are perpetually involved in distressing surmises, suspicions, and fears.

Others who have attained to great strength and stability of faith are nevertheless at times subjects of doubt. He who has a colossal faith will sometimes find that the clouds of fear float over the brow of his confidence.

It is not possible, I suppose, so long as man is in this world, that he should be perfect in anything. And surely it seems to be quite impossible that he should be perfect in faith. Sometimes, indeed, the Lord purposely leaves His children, withdraws the divine inflowings of His grace, and permits them to begin to sink in order that they may understand that faith is not their own work, but is at first the gift of God, and must always be maintained and kept alive in the heart by the fresh influence of the Holy Spirit.

I take it that Peter was a man of great faith. When others doubted, Peter believed. He boldly avowed that Jesus was the Christ, the Son of the living God, for which faith he received the Master's commendation, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona, for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven.

He was of faith so strong that at Christ's command he could tread the billow and find it like glass beneath his feet. Yet even he was permitted in this thing to fall. Faith forsook him. He looked at the winds and the waves and began to sink, and the Lord said to him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?

As much as to say, O Peter, thy great faith is my gift, and the greatness of it is my work. Think not that thou art the author of thine own faith. I will lead thee, and this great faith of thine shall speedily disappear.

And like another who hath no faith, thou shalt believe the winds and regard the waves, but shalt distrust thy Master's power, and therefore shalt thou sink. I think I shall be quite safe in concluding this morning that there are some here who are full of doubting and fearing.

Sure I am that all true Christians have their times of anxious questioning. The heart that hath never doubted has not yet learned to believe. As the farmers say, the land that will not grow a thistle will not grow wheat.

And the heart that cannot produce a doubt has not yet understood the meaning of believing. He that never doubted of his state, he may, perhaps he may, too late. Yes, there may be timid ones here, those who are always of little faith, and there may be also great hearts, those who are valiant for truth, who are now enduring seasons of despondency and hours of darkness of heart.

Now, in endeavoring to comfort you this morning, I would remark that the text goes upon a very wise principle. If a man believes in anything, it is always proper to put to him the question, Why do you believe?

What evidence have you that what you believe is certainly correct? We believe on evidence. Now, the most foolish part of many men's doubts is that they do not doubt on evidence. If you should put to them the question, Why do you doubt?

They would not be fairly able to answer. Yet, Mark, if men's doubts be painful, the wisest way to remove them is by simply seeing whether they have a firm basis. O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?

If you believe a thing, you want evidence. And before you doubt a thing, you ought to have evidence too. To believe without evidence is to be credulous, and to doubt without evidence is to be foolish.

We should have ground for our doubts as well as a basis for our faith. The text, therefore, goes on a most excellent principle, and it deals with all doubting minds by asking them this question, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?

I shall endeavor to exhort you on the same plan this morning. I shall divide my sermon into two parts. First, I shall address myself to those of you who are in great trouble with regard to temporal circumstances.

You are God's people, but you are sorely tried, and you have begun to doubt. I shall then deal with you upon spiritual matters. There are some here who are God's true, quickened, and living people, but they are doubting.

To them also I shall put the same question. O thou of little faith, wherefore dost thou doubt? First, then, in temporal circumstances, God has not made for His people a smooth path to heaven. Before they are crowned, they must fight.

Before they can enter the celestial city, they must fulfill a weary pilgrimage. Religion helps us in trouble, but it does not suffer us to escape from it. It is through much tribulation that we inherit the kingdom.

Now the Christian, when he is full of faith, passes through affliction with a song in his mouth. He would enter the fiery furnace itself, fearless of the devouring flame, or with Jonah he would descend into the great deeps, unalarmed at the hungry sea.

As long as faith maintains its hold, fear is a stranger. But at times, during sun-degrate and sore trials, the Christian begins to fear that surely at last he shall be overcome and shall be left to himself to die and perish in despair.

Looking to God Rather Than Visible Circumstances

Now what is the reason why you doubt? I must come to the plan of the text and put the great question, O thou of little faith, wherefore dost thou doubt? Here it will be proper for us to inquire, why did Simon Peter doubt?

He doubted for two reasons. First, because he looked too much to second causes, and secondly, because he looked too little at the first cause. The answer will suit you also, my trembling brother. This is the reason why you doubt.

Because you are looking too much to the things that are seen and too little to your unseen friend who is behind your troubles. And who shall come forth for your deliverance? See poor Peter in the ship.

His master bids him come. In a moment he casts himself into the sea, and to his own surprise he finds himself walking the billows. He looks down, and actually it is the fact. His foot is upon a crested wave, and yet he stands erect.

He treads again, and yet his footing is secure. Oh, thinks Peter, this is marvellous. He begins to wonder within his spirit what manner of man he must be who has enabled him thus to tread the treacherous deep.

But just then there comes howling across the sea a terrible blast of wind. It whistles in the ear of Peter, and he says within himself, Ah, here comes an enormous billow driven forward by the blast. Now surely I must, I shall be overwhelmed.

No sooner does the thought enter his heart than down he goes, and the waves begin to enclose him. So long as he shut his eye to the billow and to the blast and kept it only open to the Lord who stood there before him, he did not think.

But the moment he shut his eye on Christ and looked at the stormy wind and the treacherous deep, Peter, down he went. He might have traversed the leagues of the Atlantic. He might have crossed the broad Pacific if he could but have kept his eye on Christ, and there a billow would have yielded to his tread.

But he might have been drowned in the very brook if he began to look at the second causes and to forget the great Head and Master of the universe who had bidden him walk the sea. I say the very reason of Peter's doubt was that he looked at second causes and not at the first cause.

That is the reason why you doubt. Let me just probe you now for a while. You are in despondency about temporal affairs. What is the reason why you are in trouble? Because, you say, I never was in such a condition before in my life.

Wave upon wave of trouble comes upon me. I have lost one friend and then another. It seems as if business had altogether run away from me. Once I had a flood tide, and now it is an ebb, and my poor ship grates upon the gravel, and I find she has not water enough to float her.

What will become of me? And, oh, sir, my enemies have conspired against me in every way to cut me up and destroy me. Opposition upon opposition threatens me. My shop must be closed. Bankruptcy stares me in the face, and I know not what is to become of me.

Or else your troubles take another shape, and you feel that you are called to some eminently arduous service for your Lord, and your strength is utterly insignificant compared with the labor before you.

If you had great faith, it would be as much as you could do to accomplish it. But with your poor little faith you are completely beaten. You cannot see how you can accomplish the matter at all. Now what is all this but simply looking at second causes?

You are looking at your trouble, not at the God who sent your trouble. You are looking at yourselves, not at the God who dwells within you and who has promised to sustain you. O soul, it were enough to make the mightiest heart doubt if it should look only at things that are seen.

He that is nearest to the kingdom of heaven would have cause to droop and die if he had nothing to look at but that which eye can see and ear can hear. What wonder, then, if thou art disconsolate, when thou hast begun to look at the things which always must be enemies to faith!

But I would remind you that you have forgotten to look to Christ since you have been in this trouble. Let me ask you, have you not thought less of Christ than you ever did? I will not suppose that you have neglected prayer or have left your Bible unread, but still, have you had any of those sweet thoughts of Christ which you once had?

Have you been able to take all your troubles to Him and say, Lord, Thou knowest all things, I trust all in Thy hands? Let me ask you, have you considered that Christ is omnipotent and therefore able to deliver you, that He is faithful and must deliver you because He has promised to do so?

Have you not kept your eye on His rod and not on His hand? Have you not looked rather to the crook that smote you than to the heart that moved the crook? O recollect that you can never find joy and peace while you are looking at the things that are seen, the second causes of your trouble.

Your only hope, your only refuge and joy must be to look to Him who dwells within the veil. Peter sank when he looked to outward providences, so must you. He would never have ceased to walk on the wave, never would he have begun to sink if he had looked alone to Christ, nor will you if you will look alone to Him.

Christ's Presence in Affliction

And here let me now begin to argue with such of you as are the people of God, who are in sore trouble lest Christ should leave you to sink. Let me forbid your fears by a few words of consolation. You are now in Peter's condition.

You are like Peter. You are Christ's servant. Christ is a good master. You have never heard that He suffered one of His servants to be drowned when going on His errands? Will He not take care of His own?

Shall it be said at last that one of Christ's disciples perished while he was in obedience to Christ? I say He were a bad master if He should send you on an errand that would involve your destruction.

Peter, when he was in the water, was where his master had called him to be. And you and your trouble now are not only Christ's servant, but you are where Christ has chosen to put you. Your afflictions, remember, come neither from the east nor from the west.

Neither doth your trouble grow out of the ground. All your suffering is sent upon you by your God. The medicine which you now drink is compounded in heaven. Every grain of this bitterness which now fills your mouth was measured by the heavenly physician.

There is not an ounce more trouble in your cup than God chose to put there. Your burden was weighed by God before you were called to bear it. The Lord who gave you the mercy has taken it away. The same God who has blessed you with joy is He that hath now ploughed you with grief.

You are where God put you. Ask yourself this question, then. Can it be possible that Christ would put His own servant into a perilous condition and then leave him there? I have heard of fiends and fables tempting men into the sea to drown them.

But is Christ a siren? Will He entice His people onto the rocks? Will He tempt them into a place where He shall destroy them? God forbid! If Christ calls thee into the fire, He will bring thee out of it.

And if He bids thee walk the sea, He will enable thee to tread it in safety. Doubt not, soul. If thou hadst come there thyself, then thou mightst fear. But since Christ put thee there, He will bring thee out again.

Let this be the pillar of thy confidence. Thou art His servant. He will not leave thee. Thou art where He put thee. He cannot suffer thee to perish. Look away, then, from the trouble that surrounds thee to thy Master and to His hand that hath planned all these things.

Remember, too, who it is that hath put thee where thou art. It is no harsh tyrant who has led thee into trouble. It is no austere, unloving heart who hath bidden thee pass through this difficulty to gratify a capricious whim.

Ah, no! He who troubles thee is Christ. Remember His bleeding hand, and canst thou think that the hand which dropped with gore can ever hang down when it should be stretched for thy deliverance? Think of the eye that wept over thee on the cross, and can the eye that wept for thee be blind when thou art in grief?

Think of the heart that was opened for thee, and shall the heart that did bleed its life away to rescue thee from death be hard and stolid when thou art overwhelmed in sorrow? It is Christ that stands on yonder billow in the midst of the tempest with thee.

He is suffering as well as thou art. Peter is not the only one walking on the sea. His Master is there with him, too. And so is Jesus with thee today, with thee in thy troubles, suffering with thee as He suffered for thee.

Shall He leave thee, He that bought thee, He who is married to thee? He that hath led thee thus far hath suckered thee hitherto. He who loves thee better than He loves Himself, shall He forsake thee? O, turn thine eyes from the rough billow!

Listen no longer to the howling tempest! Turn thine eyes to Him, thy loving Lord, thy faithful Friend, and fix thy trust on Him who even now in the midst of the tempest cries, It is I! Be not afraid! One other reflection will I offer to such of you as are now in sore trouble on account of temporal matters, and it is this.

Remembering God's Past Deliverance

Christ has helped you hitherto. Should not this console you? Ah, Peter, why couldst thou fear that thou shouldst sink? It was miracle enough that thou didst not sink at first. What power is it that hath held thee up till now?

Certainly not thine own. Thou hast fallen at once to the bottom of the sea, O man! If God had not been thy helper, if Jesus had not made thee buoyant, Peter, thou wouldst soon have been a floating carcass.

He who helped thee then to walk so long as thou couldst walk, surely He is able to help thee all the way until He shall grasp thy hand in Paradise to glorify thee with Himself. Let any Christian look back to his past life, and he will be astonished that he is what he is and where he is.

The whole Christian life is a series of miracles, wonders linked into wonders in one perpetual chain. Marvel, believer, that thou hast been upheld till now! And cannot He that hath kept thee to this day preserve thee to the end?

What is yon roaring wave that threatens to overwhelm thee? What is it? Why, thou hast endured greater waves than these in the past. What is yon howling blast? Why, He has saved thee when the wind was howling worse than that.

He that helped thee in six troubles will not forsake thee in this. He who hath delivered thee out of the paw of the lion and out of the paw of the bear, He will not, He cannot forsake thee now. In all this, I have labored to turn your eyes from what you are seeing to that which you cannot see, but in which you must believe.

O, if I might be but successful, though feeble my words, yet mighty should be the consolation which should flow therefrom. A minister of Christ, who was always in the habit of visiting those whom he knew to be eminent for piety, in order that he might learn from them, called upon an aged Christian who had been distinguished for his holiness.

To his great surprise, however, when he sat down by his bedside, the aged man said, Ah, I have lost my way! I did think at one time that I was a child of God. Now I find that I have been a stumbling block to others.

For these forty years I have deceived the church and deceived myself, and now I discover that I am a lost soul. The minister very wisely said to him, Ah, then I suppose you like the song of the drunkard, and you are very fond of the amusements of the world, and delight in profanity and sin?

Ah, no, said he, I cannot bear them. I could not endure to sin against God. Oh, then, said the minister, then it is not at all likely that God will lock you up in hell with men that you cannot bear here.

If now you hate sin, depend upon it. God will not shut you up forever with sinners. But, my brother, said the minister, tell me, what has brought you into such a distressed state of mind? Oh, sir, said he, it was looking away from the God of Providence to myself.

I had managed to save about one hundred pounds, and I have been lying here ill now this past six months, and I was thinking that my one hundred pounds would soon be spent, and then what should I do? I think I shall have to go to the workhouse.

I have no friend to take care of me, and I have been thinking about that one hundred pounds of mine. I knew it would soon be gone, and then, then how could the Lord provide for me? I never had either doubt or fear till I began to think about temporal matters.

The time was when I could leave all that with God. If I had not had one hundred pounds, I should have felt quite sure He would provide for me, but I begin to think now that I cannot provide for myself.

The moment I think of that, my heart is darkened. The minister then led him away from all trust in the arm of flesh, and told him his dependence for bread and water was not on his one hundred pounds, but on the God who is the possessor of heaven and earth, that as for his bread being given him and his water being sure, God would take care of that, for in so doing he would only be fulfilling his promise.

The poor man was enabled in a matter of providence to cast himself entirely upon God, and then his doubts and fears subsided, and once more he began to walk the sea of trouble and did not sink. O believer, if thou takest thy business into thine own hands, thou will soon be in trouble.

The old Puritan said, He that carves for himself will soon cut his fingers, and I believe it. There never was a man who began to take his own matters out of God's hand that was not glad enough to take them back again.

He that runs before the cloud runs a fool's errand. If we leave all our matters, temporal as well as spiritual, in the hand of God, we shall lack no good thing. And what is better still? We shall have no care, no trouble, no thought.

We shall cast all our burden upon him, for he careth for us. There is no need for two to care, for God to care, and the creature too. If the Creator cares for us, then the creature may sing all day long with joy and gladness, mortals cease from toil and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.

Doubts About Present Acceptance

But now, in the second part of the discourse, I have to speak of spiritual things. To the Christian, these are the causes of more trouble than all his temporal trials. In the matter of the soul and of eternity, many doubts will arise.

I shall, however, divide them into two sorts, doubts of our present acceptance and doubts of our final perseverance. Many there are of God's people who are much vexed and troubled with doubts about their present acceptance.

Oh, say they, there was a time when I knew I was a child of God. I was sure that I was Christ. My heart would fly up to heaven at a word. I looked to Christ hanging on the cross. I fixed all my trust on Him, and a sweet, calm and blessed repose filled my spirit.

What peaceful hours I then enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void the world can never fill. And now, said this doubting one, now I am afraid I never knew the Lord. I think that I have deceived myself and that I have been a hypocrite.

Oh, that I could but know that I am Christ! I would give all I had in the world if He would but let me know that He is my Beloved and that I am His. Now, soul, I will deal with thee as I have been just now treating of Peter.

Thy doubts arise from looking to second causes and not to Christ. Let me see if this is not the truth. Why do you doubt? Your answer is, I doubt because I feel my sin so much. Oh, what sins have I committed!

When first I came to Christ, I thought I was the chief of sinners, but now I know I am. Day after day I have added to my guilt, and since my pretended conversion, says this doubting one, I have been a bigger sinner than ever I was before.

I have sinned against light and against knowledge, against grace and mercy and favor. Oh, never was there such a sinner under God's heaven out of hell as I am. Good soul, is not this looking to second causes?

It is true, thou art the chief of sinners. Take that for granted. Let us not dispute it. Thy sins are as evil as thou sayest they are, and a great deal more so. Depend upon it. Thou art worse than thou thinkest thyself to be.

Thou thinkest thou art bad enough, but thou art not so bad in thine own estimation as thou really art. Thy sins seem to thee to be like roaring billows, but in God's sight they are like towering mountains without summit.

Thou seemest to thyself to be black, black as the tents of Kadar. In God's eyes thou art blacker still. Set that down to begin with, that the waves are big and that the winds are howling, I will not dispute that.

I ask thee, what hast thou to do with that? Does not the word of God command thee to look to Christ? Great as thy sins are, Christ is greater than they all. They are black, but His blood can wash them whiter than snow.

I know thy sins deserve damnation, but Christ's merits deserve salvation. It is true, the pit of hell is thy lawful portion, but heaven itself is thy gracious portion. What, is Christ less powerful than thy sin?

That cannot be. To suppose that were to make the creature mightier than the Creator. What, is thy guilt more prevalent with God than Christ's righteousness? Canst thou think so little of Christ as to imagine that thy sins can overwhelm and conquer Him?

O man, thy sins are like mountains, but Christ's love is like Noah's flood. It prevaileth twenty cubits, and the tops of the mountains are covered. It is looking at sin and not looking to the Savior that has made thee duct.

Thou art looking to the second cause and not to Him who is greater than all. Nay, but, you reply, it is not my sin, sir, that grieves me. It is this. I feel so hardened. I do not feel my sin as I ought.

O, if I could but weep as some weep, if I could but pray as some pray, then I think I could be saved. If I could feel some of the terrors that good men have felt, then I think I could believe. But I feel none of these things.

My heart seems like a rock of ice, hard as granite and cold as an iceberg. It will not melt. You may preach, but it is not affected. I may pray, but my heart seems dumb. I may read even the story of Christ's death, and yet my soul is not moved by it.

O, surely I cannot be saved. Ah, this is looking to second causes again. Hast thou forgotten that word which says, God is greater than our hearts? Hast thou forgotten that? O child of God, shame on thee that thou dost look for comfort where comfort never can be found.

Look to thyself for peace. Why, there ne 'er can be any in this land of war. Look to thine own heart for joy. There can be none there in this barren wilderness of sin. Turn, turn thine eye to Christ. He can cleanse thy heart.

He can create life and light and truth in the inward parts. He can wash thee till thou shalt be whiter than snow, and cleanse thy soul and quicken it and make it live and feel and move. So that it shall hear His simplest words and obey His whispered mandate.

O, look not now at the second cause. Look thou at the first great cause. Otherwise I shall put to thee again the question, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt? Still, says another, I could believe, notwithstanding my sin and my hardness of heart.

When Spiritual Comforts Disappear

But do you know that of late I have lost communion with Christ to such an extent that I cannot help thinking that I must be a castaway? O, sir, there were times when Christ used to visit me and bring me such sweet love-tokens.

I was like the little ewe lamb in the parable. I did drink out of His cup and feed from His table and lie in His bosom. Often did He take me to His banqueting-house. His banner over me was love. What feastings I then had!

I would bask in the sunlight of His countenance. It was summer with my soul. But now it is winter, and the sun is gone, and the banqueting-house is closed. No fruits are on the table, no wines are in the bottles of promise.

I come to the sanctuary, but I find no comfort. I turn to the Bible, but I find no solace. I fall on my knees, but even the stream of prayer seems to be a dry brook. Ah, soul, but art thou not still looking to second causes?

These are the most precious of all secondary things. But yet thou must not look to them, but to Christ. Remember, it is not thy communing that saves thee, but Christ's dying. It is not Christ's comfortable visit to thy soul that ensures thy salvation.

It is Christ's own visit to the house of mourning and to the garden of Gethsemane. I would have thee keep thy comforts as long as thou canst, but when they die, believe on thy God still. Jonah had a gourd once, and when that gourd died, he began to mourn.

Well might someone have said to him, Jonah, thou hast lost thy gourd, but thou hast not lost thy God. And so might we say to you, you have not lost his love, you have lost the light of his countenance, that you have not lost the love of his heart, you have lost his sweet and gracious communion, but he is the same still.

And he would have thee believe his faithfulness and trust him in the dark and rely upon him in the stormy wind and tempest. Look to none of these outward things, but look alone to Christ. Christ bleeding, Christ dying, Christ dead, Christ buried, Christ risen, Christ ascended, Christ interceding.

This is the one thing thou art to look to, Christ and him only. And looking there, thou shalt be comforted. But look to aught else, and thou shalt begin to sink. Like Peter, the waves shall fail thee, and thou shalt have to cry, Lord, save me, or I perish.

Perseverance and the Security of Believers

But again, to conclude, others of God's people are afraid that they shall never be able to persevere and hold out to the end. Oh, says one, I know I shall yet fall away and perish, for look, look what an evil heart of unbelief I have.

I cannot live one day without sin. My heart is so treacherous, it is like a bombshell. Let but a spark of temptation fall upon it, and it will blow up to my eternal destruction. With such a tinderbox heart as I have, how can I hope to escape while I walk in the midst of a shower of sparks?

Oh, saith one, I feel my nature to be so utterly vile and depraved that I cannot hope to persevere. If I hold on a week or a month, it will be a great work. But to hold on all my life until I die? Oh, this is impossible.

Looking to second causes again, are you not? Would you please to remember that if you look to creature strength, it is utterly impossible that you should persevere in grace even for ten minutes, much less for ten years.

If your perseverance depends upon yourself, you are a lost man. You may write that down for a certainty. If you have one jot or one tittle to do with your own perseverance in divine grace, you will never see God's face at last.

Your grace will die out. Your life will be extinguished, and you must perish if your salvation depends upon yourself. But remember, you have already been kept these months and these years. What has done that?

Why, divine grace. And the divine grace that has held you on for one year can hold you on for a century, nay, for an eternity if it were necessary. He that has begun can carry on and must carry on. Otherwise, he were false to his promise and would deny himself.

Ah, but you say, Sir, I cannot tell with what temptations I'm surrounded. I'm in a workshop where everybody laughs at me. I'm called nicknames because I follow the cause of Christ. I've been able hitherto to put up with their rebukes and their jest.

But now they are adopting another plan. They try to tempt me away from the house of God and entice me to the theatre and to worldly amusements. And I feel that placed as I am, I never can hold on. As well might a spark hope to live in the midst of an ocean as for grace to live in my heart.

Ah, but soul, who has made it to live hitherto? What is it that hath helped thee up till now to say nay to every temptation? Why, the Lord thy Redeemer. Thou couldst not have done it so long if it had not been for Him.

And He that hath helped thee to stand so long will never put thee to shame. Why, if thou be a child of God and thou shouldst fall away and perish, what dishonor would be brought on Christ? Aha, the devil would say, here is a child of God and God has turned him out of his family and I have got him in hell at last.

Is this what God doth with His children? Loves them one day and hates them the next? Tells them He forgives them and yet punishes them? Accepts them in Christ and yet sends them into hell? Can that be?

Shall it be? Never. Not while God is God. Aha, again says Satan, believers have eternal life given to them. Here is one that had eternal life and this eternal life has died out. It was not eternal. The promise was a lie.

It was temporary life. It was not eternal life. Aha, says he, I have found a flaw in Christ's promise. He gave them only temporary life and called it eternal. And again the archfiend would say, if it were possible for one child of God to perish, Aha, I have one of the jewels of Christ's crown here.

And he would hold it up and defy Christ to his very face and laugh him to scorn. This is a jewel that thou didst purchase with thine own blood. Here is one that thou didst come into the world to save and yet thou couldst not save him.

Thou didst buy him and pay for him and yet I have got him. He was a jewel of thy crown and yet here he is in the hand of the black prince, thine enemy. Aha, king with a damaged crown, thou hast lost one of thy jewels.

Can it be so? No. Never. And therefore everyone that believeth is as sure of heaven as if he were there. If thou castest thyself simply on Christ, nor death nor hell shall ever destroy thee. Remember what good old Mr. Berridge said when he was met by a friend one morning.