Spurgeon: December AM* 12/27/AM
"Can the rush grow up without mire?"
The rush is spongy and hollow, and even so is a hypocrite;
there is no substance or stability in him. It is shaken to and
fro in every wind just as formalists yield to every influence;
for this reason the rush is not broken by the tempest, neither
are hypocrites troubled with persecution. I would not willingly
be a deceiver or be deceived; perhaps the text for this day may
help me to try myself whether I be a hypocrite or no. The rush
by nature lives in water, and owes its very existence to the
mire and moisture wherein it has taken root; let the mire become
dry, and the rush withers very quickly. Its greenness is
absolutely dependent upon circumstances, a present abundance of
water makes it flourish, and a drought destroys it at once. Is
this my case? Do I only serve God when I am in good company, or
when religion is profitable and respectable? Do I love the Lord
only when temporal comforts are received from His hands? If so I
am a base hypocrite, and like the withering rush, I shall perish
when death deprives me of outward joys. But can I honestly
assert that when bodily comforts have been few, and my
surroundings have been rather adverse to grace than at all
helpful to it, I have still held fast my integrity? then have I
hope that there is genuine vital godliness in me. The rush
cannot grow without mire, but plants of the Lord's right hand
planting can and do flourish even in the year of drought. A
godly man often grows best when his worldly circumstances decay.
He who follows Christ for his bag is a Judas; they who follow
for loaves and fishes are children of the devil; but they who
attend Him out of love to Himself are His own beloved ones.
Lord, let me find my life in Thee , and not in the mire of this
world's favour or gain.