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THE FAINTING HERO.pdf

THE FAINTING HERO.pdf

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BY CHARLES H. SPURGEON



" He was sore athirst, and called on the Lord, and said, Thou hast
given this great deliverance into the hand of thy servant : and now
ehall I die for thirst, and fall into the hand of the uncircum-
cised? JUDGES xv. 18.
BY CHARLES H. SPURGEON



" He was sore athirst, and called on the Lord, and said, Thou hast
given this great deliverance into the hand of thy servant : and now
ehall I die for thirst, and fall into the hand of the uncircum-
cised? JUDGES xv. 18.

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THE FAITIG HEROBY CHARLES H. SPURGEO" He was sore athirst, and called on the Lord, and said, Thou hastgiven this great deliverance into the hand of thy servant : and nowehall I die for thirst, and fall into the hand of the uncircum-cised? JUDGES xv. 18.!OU will remember the occasion on which thesewords were spoken. Samson had been broughtdown from the top of the rock, bound withcords by his own brethren, and given up as acaptive into the hands of the Philistines. But,no sooner did he reach the Philistines than the supernatural force of God s Spirit came upon him, and hesnapped the cords as though they had been but tow ;and seeing the jaw-bone of a newly slaughtered asslying near to hand, he grasped that strange weapon,and fell with all his might upon the hosts of the Philistines ; and though, no doubt, they took to speedyflight, yet the one man, smiting them hip and thigh,left no less than a thousand persons dead upon theground ; and as he piled up the heaps of the slain, helooked with grim satisfaction upon the slaughter whichhe had wrought, crying " Heaps upon heaps ; heapsupon heaps ; with the jaw-bone of an ass have I slaina thousand men ! " There was, perhaps, a little of The Fainting Hero. 195vaunting and vain-glorying in his conduct ; but, in amoment, a sudden faintness gathered over him. Hehad been exerting himself most marvellously, straining
 
every nerve and muscle, and now, heing sore athirst,lie looked round him for a stream of water, but therewas none ; and he felt as if for lack of water he mustdie, and then the Philistines would rejoice over him.With that simple-minded faith which was so characteristic of Samson, who was nothing but a big child,he turned his eye to his heavenly Father, and cried" O Jehovah, thou hast given me this great deliverance,and now shall I die for thirst? After all that thouhast done forme, shall the uncircumcised rejoice overniebecause I die for want of a drink of water ? ? Such confidence had he that God would interpose on his behalf.ow, my drift is the comforting of God s saints,especially in coming to the table of their Lord. I havethought there may be many of you who are feeling inan unhappy and a distressed frame of mind, and thatby referring you to what God has already done foryou I might lead you to set a lighter estimate uponyour present trouble, and enable you to argue that hewho has wrought great deliverances for you in thepast will not suffer you to lack in the future.I. YOU HAVE ALREADY, MY BROTHERS AD SISTERS,EXPERIECED GREAT DELIVERACES.Happy is it lor you that you have not had the slaying of a thousand men, but there are " heaps uponheaps" of another sort upon which you may look withquite as much satisfaction as Samson, and perhaps withless mingled emotions than his, when he gazed on theslaughtered Philistines. See there, beloved, the great196 Types and Emblems.heaps of your sins, all of them giants, and any one of them sufficient to drag you down to the lowest hell.But, they are all slain ; there is not a single sin thatspeaks a word against you. " Who shall lay anything
 
to the charge of God s elect?" Another arm thanyours has done it, but the victory is quite as complete.Christ returns with dyed garments from Bozrah ; hehas trodden the wine-press of God s wrath, and I mayalmost say that the blood which stains his apparel isthe blood of your sins, which he has utterly destroyedfor ever. Look at their number. Take so many years,and make each year a heap. Divide them, if you will,into groups and classes ; put them under the heads of the ten commands, and there they lie, in ten greatheaps, but every one of them destroyed.Think, too, of the heaps of your doubts and fears.Do you not remember when you thought God wouldnever have mercy upon you ? Let me remind you of the low dungeon where there was no water, when theiron entered into your soul. Some of us can never forget the time when we were under conviction. Mosestied us up to the halberts, and took the ten-thongedwhip of the law, and laid it upon our backs most terribly, and then seemed to wash us with brine as conscience reminded us of all the aggravations which hadattended our sins. But, though we feared we shouldhave been in hell, though we thought that surely thepit would shut its mouth upon us ; yet, here we areliving to praise God, as we do this day, and all ourfears are gone. We rejoice in Christ Jesus. God" hath not dealt with us according to our sins, norrewarded us after our iniquities." " Heaps upon heaps"The Fainting Hero. 197of fears have we had ; bigger heaps than our sins, butthere the} lie troops of doubters. Tiiere are theirbones and their skulls, as Banyan pictured them outside the town of Mansoul ; but they are all dead, Godhaving wrought for us a deliverance from them.

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