Excerpts from a
sermon called “A Solemn Warning for All Churches” By C.H. Spurgeon. The
sermon was delivered on February 24. 1856, At New
"Thou hast a few names even in
The first charge of general defilement he brings against the church in
That is the crying sin of the present age.
In going up and down this land, I am obliged to come to this conclusion, that throughout the churches there are multitudes who have "a name to live, and are dead."
You can scarcely meet with a man who does not call himself a Christian, and yet it is equally hard to meet with one who is in the very marrow of his bones thoroughly sanctified to the good work of the kingdom of heaven.
The whole nation appears to have been Christianized in an hour. But is this real? Is this sincere? Ah! we fear not. How is it that there is so little distinction between the church and the world?
How is it that men who make high professions can live in worldly conformity, indulge in the same pleasures, live in the same style, act from the same motives, deal in the same manner as other do? Are not these days when the sons of God have made affinity with the sons of men?
Take our churches at large—there is no lack of names, but there is a lack of life. Else, how is it that our prayer-meetings are so badly attended? Where is the zeal or the energy shown by the apostles? Where is the Spirit of the living God? Is he not departed? Might not "Ichabod" be written on the walls of many a sanctuary? They have a name to live, , but are dead. They have their piety? Where is sincere religion? Where is practical godliness?
Ah! we have abundance of cold, calculating Christians, multitudes of professors; but where are the zealous ones? where are the leaders of the children of God? where are your heroes who stand in the day of battle? where are your men who "count not their lives dear unto them," that they might win Christ, and be found in him? where are those who have an impassioned love for souls? How many of our pulpits are filled by earnest, enthusiastic preachers? Alas! look, at the church. She has builded herself fine palaces, imitating popery; she hath girded herself with vestments; she has gone astray from her simplicity; but she has lost the fire and the life which she once had. We go into our chapels now, and we see everything in good taste: we hear the organ play; the psalmody is in keeping with the most correct ear; the gown and the noble vestments are there, and everything is grand and goodly, and we think that God is honored.
What is the use of garnishing the shell when you have lost the kernel.
Go and whitewash, for the life is gone. Garnish the outside of your cups and
platters; but ye have lost the pure word
of God. Ye have it not for a piece of bread; they flinch to speak the whole truth, or if they seem to speak it,
it is with cold, meaningless, passionless words, as if it were nothing whether
souls were damned or saved, whether heaven were filled or heaven depopulated,
or whether Christ should see of the travail of his would and be satisfied. Do I
speak fierce things? I can say as
WE do believe that the church has lost her zeal and her energy. But what do men say of us? "Oh! you are too excited." Good God! excited! when men are being damned; Excited! When we have the mission of heaven to preach to dying souls. EXCITED! preaching too much! when souls are lost.
Can I bear to
see the laziness, the slothfulness, the indifference of ministers, and of churches,
without speaking. No! there must be a protest entered, and we enter it now. Oh!
And what does the church do now? Do the shepherds go after those that are wounded and sick, and those that are weary? Do they carry the lambs in their bosom, and gently lead those that are with young? Do they see to poor distressed consciences, and speak to those who feel their deadness in trespasses and sins?
In how much contempt are the truly new-born children of God held in these times! They are called peculiar men, scouted as Antinomians, hissed at as being oddities, high doctrine men who have departed from the usual mode of pulling down God's word to men's fancies; they are called bigots, narrow-minded souls, and their creed is set down as dry, hard, rough, severe Calvinism.
God's gospel called hard, rough, and severe! The things for which our fathers died are not called infamous things! Mark whether, if ye stand out prominently in the truth, you will not be abhorred and scouted.
Men who love the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and will have it, and are therefore called a nasty set of Antinomians.
"If I am wrong upon other points, I am positive that the sin of this age is impurity of doctrine, and laxity of faith.
And what do the congregations say? "Well, he is a wise man, and ought to know."
A new age this, when falsehood and truth can kiss each other! New times these when fire and water can become friendly! Glorious times these when there is an alliance between hell and heaven, though God knows, we are of vastly different families. Ah! now, who cares for truth except a few narrow-minded bigots as they are called. Election—horrible! Predestination—awful! Final perseverance—desperate! Yet, turn to the pages of the Puritans, and you will see that these truths were preached every day. Turn to the Fathers; read Augustine, and you will see that these were the truths for which he would have bled and died. Read the Scriptures, and if every page is not full of them I have not read them aright, or any child of God either. Ay, laxity of doctrine is the great fault now.
You may fancy that I am raising an outcry about nothing at all. Ah! no; my anxious spirit sees the next generation—what will that be. This generation—Arminianism. What next? Pelagianism. And what next? Popery. And what next? I leave you to guess.
The path of error is always downward. We have taken one step in the wrong direction; God knows where we shall stop.
Oh, church of the living God, awake! awake! Once more write truth upon thy banner; stamp truth upon thy sword; and for God and for his word, charge home. Ye knights of truth, and truth alone, shall sit king over the whole world!
But now I have lifted up the whip, I must have another lash. Look on any section of the church you like to mention, not excepting that to which I belong; and let me ask you whether they have not defiled their garments. Look at the church of England. Her articles are pure and right in most respects; yet see how her garments are defiled. She hath made the Queen her Head instead of God. she bows before the state, and worships the golden calf that is set up before her. Look at her abominations.
Look into what denomination you please, Independent, or Baptist, or any other—have they not all defiled their garments in some way or other?
Look at our own denomination: see how it has deserted the leading truths of the gospel. For a proof hereof, I refer you to hundreds of our pulpits. Oh church of God! I am but a voice crying in the wilderness, but I must cry still, "How art thou fallen from heaven, thou son of the morning! how art thou fallen!" "Remember how thou hast received and heard, and hold fast, and repent." If thou dost not watch, thy Master will come upon thee as a thief, and thou shalt not know in what hour he will come unto thee.
We stand this
morning like old Elijah, when he stood before God and said, "I, only I, am
left, and they seek my life." But God whispers, "I have yet reserved
unto myself seventy thousand that have not bowed the knee to Baal." Take
heart, Christian, there are a few in
Take heart then;
and whenever you go to your chamber and mourn over the sad condition of the
church, think you hear that good old woman in her closet groaning and crying;
think you hear that minister faithfully dispensing the word; think you see that
valiant deacon standing up for God's truth; think you see that young man strong
in the midst of temptation; think of these few in Sardis, and they will cheer
you. Do not be quite downcast. Some heroes have not turned their backs in the
day of battle; some mighty men still fight for the truth. Be encouraged; there
are a few in
Put up your
earnest cries to God that he would multiply the faithful, that he would
increase the number of chosen ones who stand fast, that he would purify the
church with fire in a furnace seven times heated, so that he might bring out
her third part through the fire; cry unto God that the day may come when the
much fine gold shall be no longer dim, when the glory shall again return unto
Zion. Beg of God to remove the cloud, to take away "the darkness that may
be felt." Be doubly prayerful, for there are but a few in
O ministers, search yourselves. O ye, who make a profession of religion now, put your hands within your hearts, and search your souls. You live in the sight of a rein-trying God. Oh! try your own reins, and search your own hearts. It is not a matter of half-importance for which I plead, but a matter of double importance. I beseech you, examine and cross-examine your own souls, and see whether ye be in the path, for it will go ill with you if ye shall find at last that ye were in the church, but not of it, that ye make a profession of religion, but it was only a cloak for your hypocrisy—if ye should have entered into his courts below, and be shut out of the courts a above. Remember, the higher the pinnacle of profession the direr your fall of destruction.
There are but a few names in Sardis who shall walk in white. Be ye of that few. May God give you grace that ye be not reprobates, but may be accepted of the Lord in that day! May he give you mercy, that when he severs the chaff from the wheat, you may abide as the good corn, and may not be swept away into unquenchable fire! The Lord in mercy bless this warning, and hear our supplication, for Christ's sake. Amen.