My dear friends, this is a
very simple text indeed. It says, 'Look.' Now lookin' don't take a deal of
pain. It ain't liftin' your foot or your finger; it is just, 'Look.' Well, a man needn't go to College to learn to look. You may be the biggest
fool, and yet you can look. A man needn't be worth a thousand a year to be
able to look. Anyone can look even a child can look. But then the
text says, 'Look unto Me.' Ay!" said the preacher, in broad Essex, "many
on ye are lookin' to yourselves, but it's no use lookin' there. You'll
never find any comfort in yourselves. Some look to God the Father. No, look to Him by-and-by. Jesus Christ says, 'Look unto Me.' Some
on ye say, 'We must wait for the Spirit's workin'.' You have no business
with that just now. Look to Christ The text says, 'Look unto Me.'"
Then the good man followed up his text in this way:
"Look unto Me; I am sweatin' great drops of blood. Look unto Me; I am
hangin' on the cross. Look unto Me; I am dead and buried. Look unto
Me; I rise again. Look unto Me; I ascend to Heaven. Look unto Me; I
am sittin' at the Father's right hand. 0 poor sinner, look unto Me! look
Reprinted from C. H. Spurgeon: The Early Years (Banner of Truth), pp.
what you're doing that gets you to Heaven, it's where you're looking. Look to
Charles H. Spurgeon was born at Essex, England,
June 19, 1834; led his class at every examination in school at Colchester;
converted December 15, 1850; preached first sermon 1851 at age 16; became a
pastor in 1852; published more than 1900 sermons in his lifetime; died 1892,
he was mourned by thousands.
In Spurgeon's own words:
I had been about five years in the most fearful
distress in mind, as a lad. If any human being felt more of the terror of
God's law, I can indeed pity and sympathize with him. Bunyan's "Grace
Abounding" contains, in the main, my history. Some abysses he went into I
never trod; but some into which I plunged he seems to have never known. I
thought the sun was blotted out of my sky--that I had sinned so against God
that there was no hope for me. I prayed - the Lord knoweth how I prayed, but
I never had a glimpse of an answer that I knew of. I searched the Word of
God; the promises were more alarming than the threatenings. I read the
privileges of the people of God, but with the fullest persuasions that they
were not for me. The secret of my distress was this: I did not know the
gospel. I was in a Christian land, I had Christian parents, but I did not
fully understand the simplicity of the gospel.
I attended all the places of worship in the town
where I lived, but I honestly believe that I did not hear the gospel fully
preached. I do not blame the men, however. One man preached the divine
sovereignty. I could hear him with pleasure; but what was that to a poor
sinner who wished to know what he should do to be saved? There was another
admirable man who always preached about the law; but what was the use of
plowing up ground that needed to be sown? Another was a great practical
preacher. I heard him, but it was very much like a commanding officer
teaching the maneuvers of war to a set of men without feet. What could I do?
All his exhortations were lost on me. I knew it was said, "Believe on the
Lord Jesus and thou shalt be saved," but I did not know what it was to
believe in Christ.
I sometimes think I might have been in darkness
and despair now, had it not been for the goodness of God in sending a
snowstorm one Sunday morning, when I was going to a place of worship. When I
could go no farther, I turned down a court and come to a little Primitive
Methodist chapel. In that chapel there might have been a dozen or fifteen
people. The minister did not come that morning; snowed up, I suppose. A poor
man, a shoemaker, a tailor, something of that sort, went up into the pulpit
Now it is well that ministers
should be instructed, but this man was really stupid, as you would say. He
was obliged to stick to his text, for the simple reason that he had nothing
else to say. The text was "Look unto Me, and be ye saved, all the ends of
the earth." He did not even pronounce the words rightly, but that did not
There was I thought, a gleam of hope for me in the
text. He began thus "My dear friends, this is a very simple text indeed. It
says 'Look.' Now that does not take a great deal of effort. It ain't lifting
your feet or your finger, it is just 'look.' Well, a man need not go to
college to learn to look. You may be the biggest fool and yet you can look.
A man need not be worth a thousand a year to look. Anyone can look; a child
can look. But this is what the text says. Then it says 'Look unto Me.'"
"Ay," said he, in broad Essex, "many of ye are looking to yourselves. No use
looking there. You'll never find comfort in yourselves. Some look to God,
the Father. No, look to Him by and by. Jesus Christ says, 'Look unto Me.'
Some of you say, 'I must wait the Spirit a working.' You have no business
with that just now. Look to Christ. It runs: 'Look unto Me.'"
Then the good man followed up his text in this
way: "Look unto Me; I am sweating great drops of blood. Look unto Me; I am
hanging on the cross. Look! I am dead and buried. Look unto Me; I rise
again. Look unto Me; I ascend and sit at the Father's right hand O! look to
Me!" When he had got about that length, and managed to spin out ten minutes
or so he was at the end of his tether. Then he looked at me under the
gallery, and I dare say, with so few present, he knew me to be a stranger,
He then said, "Young man, you look very miserable." Well I did, but I have
not been accustomed to having remarks made on my personal appearance from
the pulpit before. However, it was a good blow struck. He continued:
"And you will always be miserable in life, and
miserable in death if you do not obey my text. But if you obey now, this
moment you will be saved."
shouted as only a Primitive Methodist can: "Young man, look to Jesus
Christ!" I did "look."
There and then the cloud was gone, the darkness
had rolled away, and that moment I saw the sun: I could have risen that
moment and sung with enthusiasm of the precious blood of Christ, and the
simple faith which looks alone to Him. Oh, that somebody had told me that
before. TRUST CHRIST, AND YOU SHALL BE SAVED.
Remember, dear brother, if you give your whole
soul to the charge committed to you, it does not matter much about its
appearing to be a somewhat small and insignificant affair, for as much skill
may be displayed in the manufacture of a very tiny watch as in the
construction of the town clock; in fact, a minute article may become the
object of greater wonder than another of larger dimensions. Quality is a far
more precious thing than quantity.
—C. H. Spurgeon
An All-round Ministry, p. 70
“You must not expect
that you will be perfect in 'repentance' before you are saved. No
Christian can be perfect. 'Repentance' is a grace. Some people preach it
as a condition of salvation. Condition of nonsense! There are no
conditions of salvation.
God gives the salvation
— Charles Spurgeon
a sermon titled, REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE, preached at the New Park Street Chapel, Southwark, on
September 23, 1855)