The Beginning, Increase, and End of the Divine
Delivered on Sabbath Morning, April 29th, 1860, by the
REV. C.H. SPURGEON
At Exeter Hall, Strand.
“Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.” Job 8:7.
This was the reasoning of Bildad the Shuhite. He wished to prove that Job could not possibly be an
upright man, for if he were so, he here affirms that his prosperity would increase continually, or that if he
fell into any trouble, God would awake for him, and make the habitation of his righteousness prosperous;
and though his family were now all destroyed, and his wealth scattered to the winds, yet if he were an upright
man, God would surely appear for him, and his latter end would greatly increase.
Now, the utterances of Bildad, and of the other two men who came to comfort Job, but who made his
wounds tingle, are not to be accepted as being inspired. They spake as men as mere men. They reasoned no
doubt in their own esteem logically enough; but the Spirit of God was not with hem in their speech, therefore with
regard to any sentiment which we find uttered by these men, we must use our own judgment; and if it be not in
consonance with the rest of Holy Scriptures, it will be our bounden duty to reject it as being but the word of
man of a wise and ancient man it is true, but still of a man only.
With regard to the passage which I have selected as a text, it is rue altogether apart from its being said by
Bildad, or being found in the Bible at all; it is true, as indeed the facts of the book of Job prove: for Job did greatly
increase in his latter end. His beginning was small: he was brought down to poverty, to the potsherd and to the
dunghill; he had many graves, but no children; he had had many losses, he had now nothing left to lose; and yet
God did awake for him; his righteousness came out from he darkness which had eclipsed it; he shone in sevenfold
prosperity; s that the words of Bildad were prophetic, though he knew it not; God put into his mouth language
which did come true, after all. Indeed, we have here a great principle a principle against which none can ever
contend. The beginning of the godly and the upright man may be but very small, but his latter end shall greatly
Evil things may seem to begin well, but they end badly; there is the flash and the glare, but afterwards the
darkness and the black ash. They promise fairly: their sun rises in the zenith, and then speedily sets, never to rise
again. Evil things begin as mountains; they end as mole-hills. You sail upon their ocean at first, and as you sail
onward it shrinks into a river, and afterwards into a dry bed, if not into burning sands. Behold Satan in the garden
of Eden. Sin begins with the promise, “Ye shall be as gods!” How grand is its beginning! Where ends it? Shivering
beneath the trees of the garden, complaining of nakedness, sin comes to its end. Or see it in Satan himself. He
stretches out his right hand to snatch the diadem of heaven; he would be Lord paramount. He cannot bear to
serve, he longs to reign. Oh! Glittering vision, that enchants the eye of an arch-angelic spirit! But where ends it?
The vision is all gone, and is succeeded by “the blackness of darkness for ever;” and the chains reserved in fire for
those that kept not their first estate. So will it be with you, too, my friend, if you have chosen the path of evil.
To-day your mirth is as the crackling of thorns under a pot; it blazes, it crackles with excess of joy; to-morrow
thou shalt find nothing there but a handful of ashes, and darkness, and cold. Ay, the path of evil is down hill, from
its sunny summits, to its dark ravines from the loftiness, which it assumes when it professes to be a cherub, to
that lowliness in which it finds itself to be a fiend. Evil goeth downward; it hath its great things first, and then its
terrible things last. No so, however, with good. With good the beginning is even small; but its latter end doth
greatly increase. “The path of the just is as the shining light,” which sheds a few flickering rays at first, which
exercises a combat with the darkness, but it “shineth more and more unto the perfect day.” As the coming forth of
stars at even-tide, when first one, and then another, and yet another struggles through the darkness, till at last the
whole starry host are marshalled on the heavenly plains so it is with good it beginneth with grains of sand, it
goeth on to hills, and anon it swelleth up to mountains; it beginneth with the rippling rill the little cascade that
leapeth from its secret birth-place, and down the mountain it dasheth, it swelleth to a joyous stream, wherein the
fish do leap; anon it becomes a river, which bears upon the surface the navigation of nations, and then it rolls at
last an ocean that belts the globe. Good things progress. They are like Jacob’s ladder they ascend round by
round. We begin as men, we end as angels; we climb until the promise of Satan is fulfilled in a sense in which he
never understood it; we become as gods, and are made partakers of the Divine, being reconciled unto God, and
then having God’s grace infused into us.
The principle, then, upon which I have to speak this morning, is this, that though the beginnings of good
things are small, yet their latter end shall greatly increase. Instead, however, of dealing with this as a mere
doctrine, I propose to use it practically; assume the fact, and then make a practical use of it. Three ends shall I
hope to serve first, to quiet the fears of those who are but beginners in grace; secondly, to confirm their faith;
and, thirdly, to quicken their diligence. May I ask the prayers of God’s people here that I may be strengthened in
this preaching? I cannot tell how it is, the cold clammy sweat comes over me now I am about to address you,
and I feel almost quivering with weakness; nevertheless, this is a subject which may strengthen me as well as you,
and therefore let us go to it at once.
I. First, then, for THE QUIETING OF YOUR FEARS. Thou sayest, my hearer, “I am but a beginner in
grace, and therefore I am vexed with anxiety, and full of timorousness.” Yes, and it shall be my business if God
the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, shall enable me, to give thee some few sweet words which, like wafers made with
honey, thou mayest roll under thy tongue, and find them satisfactory and pleasant, even as that manna which
came down from heaven, and fed the Israelites in the wilderness.
Perhaps thy first fear, if I put it into words, is this: “My beginning is so small that I cannot tell when it did
begin, and therefore, methinks I cannot have been converted, but am still in the gall of bitterness.” O beloved!
How many thousands like thyself have been exercised with doubts upon this point! They were not converted in an
instant; they were not stricken down as in the Revivals; they were not nerved with terrible alarms, such as John
Bunyan describeth in his “Grace Abounding;” but they were called of God, as was Lydia, by a still small voice.
Their hearts were gradually and happily opened to receive the truth; it was not as if a tornado or a hurricane
rushed through their spirits; but a soft zephr below, and they lived and came to God. And you doubt, do you,
because from this very reason you cannot tell when you were generated; it is but necessary for you to know that
you are so. If thou canst set no date to the beginning of thy faith, yet if thou dost believe now, thou art saved. If in
thy diary there stands no red-letter day in which thy sins were pardoned, and thy soul accepted, yet if thy trust be
in Jesus only, this very day thou art pardoned, and thou art accepted, despite thy ignorance of the time when.
God’s promises bear no date; our notes are dated because there is a time when they run due, and we are apt to
forget them; God’s promises bear none, and his gifts sometimes do not bear any. If thou art saved though the
date be erased yet do thou rejoice and triumph evermore in the Lord thy God. True, there are some of us who
can remember the precise spot where we first found the Saviour. The day will never be forgotten when these eyes
looked to he cross of Christ and found their tears all wiped away. But thousands in the fold of Jesus know not
when hey were brought in; be it enough for hem to know they are there. Let them feed upon the pasture, let them
lie down beside the still waters for whether they came by night or by day they did not come at a forbidden hour.
Whether they came in youth or in old age, it matters not; all times are acceptable with God, “and whosoever
cometh,” come he when he may, “he will in no wise cast out.”
Does it not strike you as being very foolish reasoning if you should say in your heart, “I am not converted
because I do not know when?” Nay, with such reasoning as that, I could prove that old Rome was never built,
because the precise date of her building is unknown; nay, we might declare that the world was never made, for its
exact age even the geologist cannot tell us. We might prove that Jesus Christ himself never died, for the precise
date on which he expired on the tree is lost beyond recovery; nor doth it signify much to us. We know the world
was made, we know that Christ did die, and so you if you are onw reconciled to God, if now your trembling
arms are cast around that cross, you too are saved though the beginning was so small that you cannot tell when it
was. Indeed, in living things, it is hard to put the finger upon the beginning. Here is a fruit-will you tell me when it
began to be? Was it at the time when first the tree sent forth its fruit-bud? Did this fruit begin when first the flower
shed its exhalations of perfume upon the air? Indeed, you could not have seen it if you had looked. When was it?
Was it when the full-ripe flower was blown away, and its leaves were scattered to the wind, and a little embryo of
fruit was left? ‘Twere hard to say it did not begin before that, and equally hard to say at what precise instant that
fruit began to be formed. Ay, and so is it with divine grace; the desires are so faint at the beginning, the
convictions are but the etchings upon the plate, which afterwards must be engraven with a harder instrument; and
they are such flimsy things, such transient impressions of divine truth, that ’twere difficult to say what is transient
and what permanent, what is really of the Spirit of God, and what is not; what hath saved the soul, or what only
brought it to the verge of salvation; what made it really live, or what was really the calling together of the dry
bones before the breath came, and the bones began to live. Quite your fears, my hearers, upon this point, for if ye
are saved, no matter when, ye never shall be unsaved.
Another doubt also arises from this point. “Ah! sir,” saith a timid Christian, “it is not merely the absence of all
date to my conversion, but the extreme weakness of the grace I have.” “Ah,” saith one, “I sometimes think I have
a little faith, but it is so mingled with unbelief, distrust, and incredulity, that I can hardly think it is God’s gift, the
faith of God’s elect. I hope sometimes I have a little love, but it is such a beginning, such a mere spark, that I
cannot think it is the love which God the Holy Spirit breathes into the soul; my beginning is so exceeding small,
that I have to look, and look, and look again, at times, before I can discern it for myself. If I have faith, it is but as
a rain of mustard seed, and I fear it will never be that goodly tree, in the midst of whose branches the birds of the
air might rest.” Courage, my brother, courage; however small the beginnings of grace, hey are such beginnings that
they shall have a glorious end. When God begins to build, if he lay but one single stone he will finish the structure;
when Christ sits down to weave, though he casts the shuttle but once, and that time the thread was so filmy as
scarcely to be discernable, he will nevertheless continue ill the piece is finished, and the whole is wrought. If thy
faith be never so little, yet it is immortal, and that immortality may well compensate for its littleness. A spark of
grace is a spark of Deity as soon may Deity be quenched as to quench grace that grace within thy soul given
thee of the Spirit shall continue to burn, and he who gave it shall fan it with his own soft breath, for “he will not
quench the smoking flax;” he will bring it to a fire, and afterwards to a furnace, till thy faith shall attain to the full
assurance of understanding. Oh! Let not the littleness of God’s beginnings stagger you. Who would think, if he
stood at the source of the Thames, that it would ever be such a river as it is making this city rich? So little is it
that a child might stop it with his hand, and but a handful of miry clay might dam its course, but there it rolls a
mighty river that man cannot stop. And so shall it be with thee; thy faith is so little that it seems not to exist at all,
and thy love so faint that it can scarcely be called love, but thy latter end shall greatly increase, till thou shalt
become strong and do exploits; the babe shall become a giant; and he that stumbled at every straw shall move
mountains, and make the very hills to shake.
Having thus spoken upon two fears, which are the result of these small beginnings, let me now try to quiet
another. “Ah!” saith the heir of heaven, “I do hope that in me grace hath commenced its work, but my fear is, that
such frail faith as mine will never stand the test of years. I am,” saith he, “so weak, that one temptation would be
too much for me; how then can I hope to pass through yonder forest of spears held in the hands of valiant
enemies? A drop makes me tremble, how shall I stem the roaring flood of life and death? Let but one arrow fly
from hell it penetrates my tender flesh; what hen if Satan shall empty his quiver? I shall surely fall by the hand of
the enemy. My beginnings are so small that I am certain they will soon come to their end, and that end must be
black despair.” Be of good courage, brother, have done with that fear one for all; it is rue, as thou sayest, the
temptation will be too much for thee, but what hast thou to do with it? Heaven is not to be won by thy might, but
by the might of him who has promised heaven to thee; thy crown of life is to be obtained, not by thy arm, but by
that arm which now holds it out, and bids thee run towards it. If thy perseverance rested upon thyself thou couldst
not persevere an hour; if spiritual life depended on itself it would be like the shooting-star, which makes a shining
trail for a moment and then is gone; but thanks be unto God, it is written “Because I live, ye shall live also.” “For
ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.”
“The feeblest saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way,”
because that feeble sain is girded with Jehovah’s strength. If I had to fight in another man’s strength, and I knew
that he had gigantic force, I should not estimate the power of my own limits and muscles, but of his limbs and
muscles; and so if I have to fight in the strength of God, I am not to reckon by what I can do, but what he can do;
not what I am able, but what he is able to accomplish. I am not to go forth bound and limited, and cramped, and
bandaged by my own infirmity, but make free, and valorous, and unconquerable through that Divine omnipotence,
which first spake all things into existence, and now maintaineth all things by the word of his power. Stand up, poor
brother, full of fears though you be, and for once glory in your infirmities, and boast in your Master. I say it in thy
behalf, and on my own ye principalities and powers of darkness, ye leaguered hosts of hell, ye enemies in human
form, or in form demoniac, I challenge ye all; more than a match for ever one of you am I if God be with me; less
than nothing were I, if left alone; but were I weaker than I am I would defy you all, for God is my strength;
Jehovah is become my strength and my song; he also has become my salvation, therefore will we tread down our
enemies, and Moab shall become as straw that is trodden down for the dunghill; in God will be rejoice, yea in God
will we greatly rejoice, and in him will we rejoice all the day.
Thus have I dealth with a third fear. Let me seek to quiet and pacify one other fear. “Nay, but,” say you, “I
never can be saved; for when I look at other people, at God’s own true children, I am ashamed to say it, I am
but a miserable copy of them. So far from attaining to he image of my Master, I fear I am not even like my
Master’s servants. Look at such-an-one, how he preaches the truth with power, what fluency he has in prayer,
what service he undertakes! But I I am such a beginner in grace, that
‘Hosannas languish on my tongue,
And my devotion dies.’
I live at a poor dying rate. I sometimes run, but oftener creep, and seldom or ever fly. Where others are shaking
mountains, I am stumbling over mole-hills. The saints seem to bestride this narrow world like some great colossus,
but I walk under their huge legs, and peep about, to find myself a poor dishonoured slave. I have no power, no
strength, no might.” Pause, brother, pause; stop thy murmuring for a moment. If some little star in the sky should
declare it was not a star, because it did not shine as brightly as Sirius or Arcturus, how foolish would be its
argument! If the moon should insist upon it that she was never made by God, because she could not shine as
brightly as the sun, fie on her pale face, that she cannot be content to be what her Lord hath made her! If the
nettle would not bloom, because it was not a pine, and if the hyssop on the wall refused to row, because it was not
a cedar, oh! What dislocation would there be in the noble frame of this universe! If these murmurings that vex us
vexed the whole of God’s creatures, then were this earth a howling wilderness indeed. Now, let me talk to thee a
moment, to calm thy fears. Hast thou, my brother, ever learned to distinguish between grace and gifts? For know
that they are marvellously dissimilar. A man may be saved who has not a grain of gifts; but no man can be saved
who hath no grace. Yonder brother who prayed, yonder friend who preaches, yonder sister who spoke all these
perhaps acted so well, because God had given hem excellent gifts. It might not be that it was because of grace.
When you are in the prayer-meeting, and hear a brother extremely fluent, remember that there are men quite as
fluent about their daily business, and that fluency is not fervency, and that even the appearance of fervency is not
absolutely an evidence that there is fervency in the soul. If thou art so mean a thing that thou canst not spell a
word in any book, or put six words together grammatically, if thou canst offer no prayer in public, if thou art so
poor a scholar that every fool is wiser than thou art, yet if thou hast grace in thy heart, thou art saved, and that is
the matter in point just now, whether thou art saved or not. “Covet earnestly the best gifts;” but still, sit not down
and murmur because thou hast them not, for one grain of grace outweighs a pound of gifts; one particle of grace is
far more precious than all the gifts that Byron ever had, or that Shakespeare ever possessed within his soul, vast
and almost infinite though the gifts of those men certainly were.
And yet another question would I put to you. My dear brother, have you ever learned to distinguish between
grace that saves, and the grace which develops itself afterwards? Remember, there are some races that are
absolutely necessary to the saving of the soul; there are some others that are only necessary to its comfort. Faith,
for instance, is absolutely necessary for salvation; but assurance is not. Love is indispensible; but that high degree
of love which induces the martyr’s spirit, does not reign in the breast of ever one, even of those who are saved.
The possession of grace in some degree is needful to salvation; but the possession of grace in the highest degree,
though it be extremely desirable, is not absolutely necessary for an entrance into heaven. Bethink thee, then, thus
to thyself, if I be the meanest lamb in Jesus’ fold, I would be happy to think that I am in the flock; if I be the
smallest babe in Jesus’ family, I will bless his name to think that I have a portion among the sanctified. If I be the
smallest jewel in the Saviour’s crown, I will glisten and shine as best I can, to the praise of him that bought me
with his blood. If I cannot make such swelling music in the orchestra of heaven as the pealing organ may, then will
I be but as a bruised reed, which may emit some faint melody. If I cannot be the beacon fire that scares a
continent, and throws its light across the deep, I will seek to be the glow-worm that may at least let the weary
traveller know something of its whereabouts. O Christians! Ye that have but little beginnings, quiet your fears; for
these little beginnings, if they be of God, will save your soul, and you may in this rejoice, yes, rejoice exceedingly.
I must ask your patience now while I turn to the second head, and I shall dwell upon that very briefly indeed.
II. Upon this head I wish to say a word or two for THE CONFIRMATION OF YOUR FAITH. I am sure
you will give me your prayerful attention while I speak for the confirmation of my own faith as well as yours.
Well, brothers and sisters, the first confirmation I would offer you is this: Our beginnings are very, ver small,
but we have a joyous prospect in our text. Our later end shall greatly increase; we shall not always be so distrustful
as we are now. Thank God, we look for days when our faith shall be unshaken, and firm as mountains be. I shall
not for ever have to mourn before my God that I cannot love him as I would. I trust that he in my latter end will
give me more of his Spirit, that I shall love him with all my heart, and soul, and strength. We have entered into the
gospel school; we are ignorant now, but we shall one day understand with all saints what are the heights, and
depths, and lengths, and breadths, and know the love of Christ which passeth knowledge. We have hope that, as
these hairs grow grey, we shall “grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.” Time,
that ploughs its furrow in the brow, we hope will sow the seeds of wisdom there. Experience, which shall furrow
our back with many a sorrow and a wound, shall nevertheless, we trust, work patience, and nearer and sweeter
fellowship than as yet we have come to know. Think not, Mr. Ready-to-halt, that thou shalt always need thy
crutches; there may come days of leaping and of dancing even for thee. Oh, Mistress Despondency, the dungeons
of Giant Despair’s castle are not to be thy perpetual abode; thou, too, shall stand upon the top of Mount Clear, and
thou shalt see the Celestial City, and the land that is very far off. We are growing things. Methinks I hear the
green blade say this morning, “I shall not for ever be trodden under foot as if I were but grass; I shall grow; I shall
blossom; I shall row ripe and mellow; and many a man shall sharpen his sickle for me.” I hear the little sapling say,
“I shall not for ever be shaken to and fro by winds; I shall grow into an old stalwart oak; gnarled though the roots
may be, and twisted though my branches are, I shall one day stand and outlaugh the tempest, while all its waves of
wind break harmlessly over me.” I shall be strong through him that strengthened me, for I feel a growth within me
that can never stop till I have grown to be next to a God a son of God, a partaker of the Divine nature. Courage
then, courage, I say, brothers and sisters! These weak days are not always to last; we are not to be shorn lambs
always, not always the weaklings of his cattle. We shall one day be as the firstlings of his bullocks, and we shall
push our enemies to he ends of the earth, and tread upon them and destroy them.
But, further, this cheering prospect upon earth is quite eclipsed by a more cheering prospect beyond the river
Death. “Our latter end shall greatly increase.” Faith shall give place to fruition; hope shall be occupied with
enjoyment; love itself shall be swallowed up in ecstacy. Mine eyes, ye shall not for ever weep; there are sights of
transport for you. Tongue, thou shalt not for ever have to mourn, and be the instrument of confession; there are
songs and hallelujahs for thee. Feet, yet shall not always be weary with this rough road; there are celestial leapings
for you. O my poor heart, oft cowed and broken, often disappointed and trodden down, there waiteth for thee the
palm-branch and the robe of victory, and the immortal crown.
“My spirit leaps across the flood,
And antedates the hour,”
when I shall come into possession of these joys which could not belong to my childhood here, but which await me
in my manhood up there, when the spirit shall be perfected, and made meet to be a partaker of the inheritance of
the saints in light. Courage, Christian!
“The way may be rough, but it cannot be long;”
and the end will make amends for all the toil that you can endure when on the road. Oh! Quicken thy footsteps, sit
not down in despair. Thy latter end shall greatly increase, though thy beginnings be but small.
Perhaps some one may say, “How is it that we are so sure that our latter end will increase?” I give you just
these reasons: we are quite sure of it because there is a vitality in our piety. The sculptor may have oftentimes
cut in marble some exquisite statue of a babe. That has come to its full size; it will never grow any greater. When I
see a wise man in the world, I look at him as being just such an infant. He will never grow any greater. He has
come to his full. He is but chiselled out by human power; there is no vitality in him. The Christian here one earth
is a babe, but not a babe in stone a babe instinct with life. It is a happy thought sometimes to have of one’s-self
as sitting down here, compressed, small, insignificant; and one day Death shall come and say, “Rise to thy proper
altitude,” and we shall begin to grow and expand; and bursting all our cerements and every limit of humanity, we
shall become greater than the angels are. I think it is Milton who pictures the spirits in Pandemonium as
condensing themselves, so that multitudes of hem could sit in a little space, and then at their own volition mounting
up till they attained a prodigious height. So is it now. We are little spirits, but we shall grow and increase, and we
know this because there is life in us eternal life. Now, the life of twenty years develops itself into something
vastly superior to what it was in childhood; and what will the eternal life be when that vitality within us shall make
the littleness of our beginning seem as nothing at all, when our latter end shall have greatly increased?
Besides this, we feel hat we must come to something better, because God is with us. We are quite certain that
what we are, cannot be the end of God’s design. When I see a block of marble half chiselled, with just perhaps a
hand peeping out from the rock, no man can make me believe that that is what the artist means it should be. And I
know I am not what God would have me to be, because I feel yearnings and longings within myself to be infinitely
better, infinitely holier and purer than I am now. And so is it with you; you are not what God means you to be;
you have only just begun to be what he wants you to be. He will go on with his chisel of affliction, using wisdom
and the graving-tool together, till by-and-bye it shall appear what you shall be for, you shall be like him, and you
shall see him as he is. Oh! What comfort this is for our faith, that from he fact of our vitality and the fact that God
is at work with us, it is clear, and true, and certain, that our latter end shall be increased. I do not think that any
man yet has ever got an idea of what a man is to be. We are only the chalk crayon, rough drawings of men, yet
when we come to filled up in eternity, we shall be marvellous pictures, and our latter end indeed shall be greatly
And now, one other thought and I will turn to the last point. Christian! Remember, for the encouragement of
thy poor soul, that what thou art now is not the measure of thy safety; thy safety depends not upon what thou art,
but on what Christ is. If the Rock of our salvation ere within us, indeed the house would soon be over-turned; but
we live by what Christ is.
“What Adam had, and forfeited for all,
That Jesus is, who cannot fail or fall.”
Till he can falter, my spirit need not tremble; till Jesus sins, till Jesus dies, till Jesus is overcome, till he is powerless
with his God, till he ceases to be Divine, the soul that trusts him must be secure. Look not within thee for
consolation, but look above, where Jesus pleads before the throne of the efficacy of his once-offered blood, and if
thou wilt look at thy own state, and then judge thine eternal standing by thine own feelings, or willings, or doings,
thou wilt be an undone and miserable wretch. Measure thyself by Jesus’ doings, by Jesus’ standing, by Jesus’
acceptance, by the love of his heart, by the power of his arm, by the Divinity of his nature, by the constancy of
his faithfulness, by the acceptance of his blood, by the prevalence of his plea; and so measuring, thy faith need
never, never fear
“For should the earth’s old pillar’s shake,
And all the walls of nature break,
Our steadfast souls need fear no more
Than solid rocks when billows roar.”
III. Now for our last point, namely, FOR THE QUICKENING OF OUR DILIGENCE.
It was never intended that the promises of God should make men idle; and when we tell hem that their small
beginnings shall doubtless come to glorious endings, we tell hem this for their encouragement not that they may
sit still and do nothing, but that they may gird up the loins of their mind, confident of their success, to do all that
lieth in them, God helping them. Men and brethren, there are many of you here, who, like myself, have to mourn
over little beginnings. Let me say to you, be ver diligent in the use of those means which God has appointed for
your spiritual growth.
First, take heed to yourself that you obey the commandments which relate to the ordinances of Christ.
Neglect not baptism. True, there is nothing saving in it, nothing meritorious; but baptism is a means of grace.
There have been many, who have found, like the eunuch, that when they have been baptised they have gone on
their way rejoicing rejoicing as the effect of grace given when they have obeyed their Master.
Be careful, too, not to neglect that most blessed Supper of our Lord Jesus Christ. Forsake not the assembling
of yourselves together, as the manner of some is, but let him be known to you in the breaking of bread, and in
pouring forth of wine. Do this often in remembrance of him. Ah! I am speaking to some here to-day who love
Jesus, but who have neglected his last dying injunction, “This do in remembrance of me;” and you have not grown
in grace, and are still little in Israel, as you used to be. Do you wonder at it? You have neglected God’s appointed
means. “Oh,” saith one, “but I am a spiritual man; I do not need these carnal ordinances.” There is no man so
carnal as he who calls God’s ordinances carnal, and no man more spiritual than he who finds spiritual things best
brought home to him by what others have ventured to call “beggarly elements.” We do not know ourselves if we
think we can dispense with these divine signs. Christ knew what was best for us. He has said, “Believe on the
Lord Jesus Christ, and be baptized.” He would not have appended the last command if it were not important. He
has bidden us also, as oft as we drink the cup, to do it in remembrance of him. He would not have commanded us
that, if it were not for our benefit and for his glory.
But further, if thou wouldst get out of the littleness of thy beginnings, wait much upon the means of grace.
Read much the Word of God alone. Seek out one who understandeth it well a man whom God hath taught in
it and listen hou with reverence to the Word as it is preached. Frequent sermons, but prayers most. Praying is
the end of preaching. Make use of ever means that lieth before thee. Be not like the fool, who calls the books of
the old father “dead men’s brains.” What God spake to seers of old, what he spoke to mighty men who preached,
is not to be thus despised. Read thou as thou canst, and learn as thou canst. Take care, too, that thou art not
content with skimming over a page of Scripture; but seek to get the ver marrow out of it. Be not as the butterfly,
which flits from flower to flower, but rests nowhere; be thou as the bee, which enters the flower-bell, and sucks
the honey and bears it off upon its heavily-laden thigh. Rest not till thou hast fed on the Word; and thus shall thy
little beginnings come to great endings.
Be much also in prayer. God’s plants grow fastest in the warm atmosphere of the closet. The closet is a
forcing-place for spiritual vegetation. He who would be well fed and grow strong, must exercise himself upon his
knees. Of all raining practice for spiritual battles, knee practice is the most healthy and strengthening. Note that, if
thou forgettest aught besides.
And, lastly, if thy beginning be but small, make the best use of the beginning that thou hast. Hast thou but one
talent? Put it out at interest, and make two of it. Hast thou two? Seek to have them multiplied into four. Art thou a
babe? If thou canst not walk, nor lift, nor carry, thou canst cry. Take care to cry right lustily. Art thou a child?
Thou canst not climb; thou canst not as yet teach; but thou canst run. Take care to run in the ways of heavenly
obedience. Art thou a young man? Thou canst not as yet give the reverend advice of hoary age; but be strong, and
overcome the wicked one. Art thou an old man? Thou canst not now fight the battles of thy youth, nor lead the
van in heroic deeds, but thou canst abide with the stuff, and guard those old doctrines which, like the heavy
baggage of the army, must not be lost, lest the battle itself should go from us. Ever man to his place and to his
post. By thus diligently using what we have, we shall gain more. Rivers increase by their onward flow, flames by
burning; sunlight increases by the sun’s sining, lights by kindling other lights. And so do thou. Do thou grow rich
by enriching others rich by spending. Lengthen out thyself by cutting off the ends that thou canst spare from all
thou hast, for it is the way to grow; by giving up that which was an excresence thou shalt get that which shall be a
real growth. Oh! Use thyself, and God shall make use of thee; come out, and God shall lead thee forth. Be a man,
and God shall make thee more than an angel, and God shall make thee something more. He will make thee better,
holier, happier, greater. Oh! Do this, and so shall hy latter end be joyous, thy peace shall be like a river, and thy
righteousness like the waves of the sea.
Thus, I have spoken this for the comfort of God’s people would that I could hope that all I have said
belonged to all of you! But, ah! if it does not, may God convert you, may the new life be given to you! Oh!
Remember, if you are longing for it, the way of salvation is freely opened to you. “Believe on the Lord Jesus
Christ and thou shalt be saved.”
God bless us now and ever, for Jesus’ sake. Amen.