Spurgeon on the Christian Life

Alive in Christ

Michael Reeves, Justin Taylor, Stephen J. Nichols

• Editore: Crossway
• Anno: 2018
• ISBN:
  9781433543906
• Argomento: Theology & Religion
• Categoria: Religious Biographies

Charles Spurgeon, widely hailed as the "Prince of Preachers, " is well known for his powerful preaching, gifted mind, and compelling personality. Over the course of nearly four decades at London's famous New Park Street Chapel and Metropolitan Tabernacle, Spurgeon preached and penned words that continue to resonate with God's people today.

Organized around the main beliefs that undergirded his ministry—the centrality of Christ, the importance of the new birth, the indwelling of the Spirit, and the necessity of the Bible—this introduction to Spurgeon's life and thought will challenge readers to live their lives for the glory of God.

Part of theTheologians on the Christian Lifeseries.

PART 1

CHARLES SPURGEON

CHAPTER 1

A MAN FULL OF LIFE

In person Mr. Spurgeon was of medium height and stout build. He had a massive head and large features of the heavy English type. In repose his face, while strong, might have been called phlegmatic if not dull in expression. But when he spoke it glowed with animation of thought, quick flashes of humour, benignity, and earnestness and every phase of the emotion that stirred within him. He had many elements of power as a preacher. His voice was of marvellous sonority and sweetness. His language with all its simplicity, was marked by faultless correctness and inexhaustible wealth of diction. He was as far as possible from being a rough or course speaker although he had at ready command a vast vocabulary of homely Saxon words. No one from merely reading his sermons, can form any idea of their effect when delivered. . . . In listening to Mr Spurgeon, one recognised that the chief element of his commanding force in the pulpit was his profound and burning conviction. The message he gave had for him supreme importance. All his soul went with its utterance. The fire of his zeal was consuming, intense, resistless.¹

Before we wade into Spurgeon’s theology of the Christian life, we must get to know the man himself a little. To do that, I want to get behind the public figure to see something of the man’s own personality and character. For there is a unanimous and oft-repeated theme found in the witness of those who had personal dealings with him: Spurgeon was a man who went at all of life full-on. He was not simply a large presence in the pulpit. In life, he laughed and cried much; he read avidly and felt deeply; he was a zealously industrious worker and a sociable lover of play and beauty. He was, in other words, a man who embodied the truth that to be in Christ means to be made ever more roundly human, more fully alive. In fact, we need to be clear that his liveliness of character, while expressed in ways particular to him, was not a mere matter of unique or inherited personality: it was a natural but wholly self-conscious expression of his theology. As he put it,

We ought each one to be like that reformer who is described as “Vividus vultus, vividi occuli, vividæ manus, denique omnia vivida,” which I would rather freely render—“a countenance beaming with life, eyes and hands full of life, in fine, a vivid preacher, altogether alive.”²

We ought to be all alive, and always alive. A pillar of light and fire should be the preacher’s fit emblem.³

Mr. Great-Heart

It takes no great insight to see that Spurgeon was a big-hearted man of deep affections. His printed sermons and lectures still throb with passion. At times the emotional freight of his sermon would even overcome him, especially when it was about the crucifixion of Christ. Once, when trying to recount how Christ was then “bruised, trodden, crushed, destroyed . . . sorrowful, even unto death” he had to break off, saying, “I must pause, I cannot describe it. I can weep over it, and you can too.”⁴ It was no mere pulpiteer’s tactic, though: his private and personal letters to family and friends reveal exactly the same intensity of emotion, and about just the same sorts of issues he would address in public.

Perhaps the best insight into Spurgeon’s character comes through the introduction he once gave to his equally large-framed friend, John Bost. Calling Bost “a man after our own heart,” he gave what amounts to a remarkably revealing self-description:

John Bost is great as well as large. . . . Here is a man after our own heart, with a lot of human nature in him, a large-hearted, tempest-tossed mortal, who has done business on the great waters, and would long ago have been wrecked had it not been for his simple reliance upon God. His is a soul like that of Martin Luther, full of emotion and of mental changes; borne aloft to heaven at one time and anon sinking in the deeps. Worn down with labour, he needs rest, but will not take it, perhaps cannot. . . . [I have] found him full of zeal and devotion, and brimming over with godly experience, and at the same time abounding in mirth, racy remark, and mother wit.⁵

This description is revealing in its honest acknowledgment of Bost’s (and his own) depression and struggle. For him, to be “large-hearted,” with “a lot of human nature” in this fallen world does not mean being a triumphalist, cheerily blustering past all difficulty. Spurgeon could never have done that, as we shall see in chapter 11. Experiencing life in Christ, the Man of Sorrows, must entail suffering. Yet life in Christ must also involve real cheer, “abounding in mirth, racy remark, and mother wit.”

There were dangers for one so tenderhearted. Spurgeon publicly admitted that his temperamental sensitivity inclined him to be fearful.⁶ Combine this with his marked generosity in dealing with people, and he could—and did—sometimes fail in his discernment of character, becoming victim to those who would abuse his financial openhandedness. Yet tenderheartedness should not be confused with weakness: along with expressing his love for Christ and people, Spurgeon could demonstrate a real hatred for wickedness and injustice. Again and again, he spoke of how he would boil with anger at pastoral abuse, church politicking, and false teaching (especially any form of Roman Catholicism). And while he surely struggled, it would be wildly misguided to think of Spurgeon as a fragile pushover. It would be far better to say that tenderness saved him: it kept his robustness of character from steamrolling those weaker than himself, and channeled it for their benefit. His blend of vigor and tenderness made him fascinatingly feisty in showing compassion, as witnessed by this humor-filled letter of complaint to his publisher:

Dear Mr. Passmore,

When that good little lad came here on Monday with the sermon, late at night, it was needful. But please blow somebody up for sending the poor little creature here, late to-night, in all this snow, with a parcel much heavier than he ought to carry. He could not get home till eleven, I fear; and I feel like a cruel brute in being the innocent cause of having a poor lad out at such an hour on such a night. There was no need at all for it. Do kick somebody for me, so that it may not happen again.

Yours ever heartily,

C. H. SPURGEON.⁷

There, both in his care for a socially insignificant minor and in the playfulness of his rebuke, is revealed the man’s genial and benevolent large-heartedness. It was an aspect of Christlikeness he wanted to see in all believers, and one he believed essential for pastors: “Great hearts are the main qualifications for great preachers.”⁸ It was something he would speak about at length with his students, and it is worth hearing him at some length (for both his substance and his style!):

It is not every preacher we would care to talk with; but there are some whom one would give a fortune to converse with for an hour. I love a minister whose face invites me to make him my friend—a man upon whose doorstep you read, “Salve,” “Welcome;” and feel that there is no need of that Pompeian warning, “Cave Canem,” “Beware of the dog.” Give me the man around whom the children come, like flies around a honey-pot: they are first-class judges of a good man. . . . A man who is to do much with men must love them, and feel at home with them. An individual who has no geniality about him had better be an undertaker, and bury the dead, for he will never succeed in influencing the living. I have met somewhere with the observation that to be a popular preacher one must have bowels.⁹ I fear that the observation was meant as a mild criticism upon the bulk to which certain brethren have attained: but there is truth in it. A man must have a great heart if he would have a great congregation. His heart should be as capacious as those noble harbors along our coast, which contain sea-room for a fleet. When a man has a large, loving heart, men go to him as ships to a haven, and feel at peace when they have anchored under the lee of his friendship. Such a man is hearty in private as well as in public; his blood is not cold and fishy, but he is warm as your own fireside. No pride and selfishness chill you when you approach him; he has his doors all open to receive you, and you are at home with him at once. Such men I would persuade you to be, every one of you.¹⁰

A Life of Joy

Spurgeon was an unmistakably and deliberately earnest man. With a deep concern for the glory of Christ and the fate of the lost, he believed that Christians should be able to say with our master, “Zeal for your house will consume me” (John 2:17; cf. Ps. 69:9). Yet earnestness and zeal, for Spurgeon, were never to be confused with gloominess and melancholy. It is telling and entirely appropriate that a whole chapter of his “autobiography” (really a biography compiled from his diary, letters, and records) is titled “Pure Fun.” For, we are told, “it was felt that the record of his happy life would not be complete unless at least one chapter was filled with specimens of that pure fun which was as characteristic of him as was his ‘precious faith.’”¹¹ It is another reason why he was and has remained so magnetic: Charles Spurgeon was fun.

Entirely upsetting the stereotype that the Victorian era was a long, charmless span of dusty prissiness, Spurgeon’s writings ripple with mirth. And evidently even they do not do justice to what he was like in person.¹² The editor of his Lectures to My Students would thus be driven to insert attempts at explaining his various impressions and “voices,” as he impersonated pompous theologians and fools.¹³ Usually, though, one can still sense the humor that cannot quite be caught on a page:

I would say with regard to your throats—take care of them. Take care always to clear them well when you are about to speak, but do not be constantly clearing them while you are preaching. A very esteemed brother of my acquaintance always talks in this way—“My dear friends—hem—hem—this is a most—hem—important subject which I have now—hem—hem—to bring before you, and—hem—hem—I have to call upon you to give me—hem—hem—your m...