Spurgeon: February AM
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"The wrath to come."
--Matthew 3:7
It is pleasant to pass over a country after a storm has spent
itself; to smell the freshness of the herbs after the rain has
passed away, and to note the drops while they glisten like
purest diamonds in the sunlight. That is the position of a
Christian. He is going through a land where the storm has spent
itself upon His Saviour's head, and if there be a few drops of
sorrow falling, they distil from clouds of mercy, and Jesus
cheers him by the assurance that they are not for his
destruction. But how terrible is it to witness the approach of a
tempest: to note the forewarnings of the storm; to mark the
birds of heaven as they droop their wings; to see the cattle as
they lay their heads low in terror; to discern the face of the
sky as it groweth black, and look to the sun which shineth not,
and the heavens which are angry and frowning! How terrible to
await the dread advance of a hurricane--such as occurs,
sometimes, in the tropics--to wait in terrible apprehension till
the wind shall rush forth in fury, tearing up trees from their
roots, forcing rocks from their pedestals, and hurling down all
the dwelling-places of man! And yet, sinner, this is your
present position. No hot drops have as yet fallen, but a shower
of fire is coming. No terrible winds howl around you, but God's
tempest is gathering its dread artillery. As yet the
water-floods are dammed up by mercy, but the flood-gates shall
soon be opened: the thunderbolts of God are yet in His
storehouse, but lo! the tempest hastens, and how awful shall
that moment be when God, robed in vengeance, shall march forth
in fury! Where, where, where, O sinner, wilt thou hide thy head,
or whither wilt thou flee? O that the hand of mercy may now lead
you to Christ! He is freely set before you in the gospel: His
riven side is the rock of shelter. Thou knowest thy need of Him;
believe in Him, cast thyself upon Him, and then the fury shall
be overpast for ever.