Last sunday at my church there was a sermon preached on the 'Parable of the sower' which there were some good points made still left me unsatisfied to a point. When I came home I prayed and then looked to my bookshelf and saw the volumes "miricales and parables' by C.H. Spurgeon, so curious I looked to see if there was a sermon by spurgeon on this same text there were 4 actually so I choose the one that seemed broad and covered all the parable and began to read.I was literally shocked and convicted after the 1st section of the sermon where he deals with those of the 'wayside' where the seed falls on the path. After I finished the second section of those seed that feel on the 'rock' I was convicted and it was alot to take in.. I was amazed at the conviction and potency that he preached his message not relenting with a joke or humor to lighten the mood he meant heavenly business and much was at stake.After a break I came back and then I had to take another break and pray and finally I was able to complete the sermon completly flabbergasted at what I heard earlier that morning and what I was reading infront of my by this 'prince of preachers'! There was an inconsistency a vast difference, if I were to name all the different emphasis's I would run out of room.Something really hit me at the end where I read and heard Spurgeon's call to the congregation directly about their souls, it was rivoting to imagine words like this preached with sincere emotion and fervor desiring them to come to God. Let spurgeon talk for himself:---"What a solemn thought it is- to think these great Sunday gatherings these many years, coming and going, coming and going, and so many yet unsaved! I suppose it is my lot to address more than one or two millions every year of precious immortal spiirits, and ho many out of these millions hear with deaf ears, are not moved in their souls, but continue as they were, dead in trespasses and in sins! The thought sometimes staggers me-shall these congregations pass before my eyes in eternity, and if I have been unfaithful, shall I be spit upon by every mouth of every man whome I have decieved?Shall every eye of the millions I have addressed flash fiery damnations on me throughout eternity? They must, they must, if I have not sought your welfare, and if I have not preached to you to gospel of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. I implore you, I beseech of you, If your blood must fall somewhere, at least take heed to what I say now, or permit me to hope that you will accept me as having tried to be faithful to you, lest your blood be found on my skirts. But why should that blood be scattered anywhere? Is there hope? Is there not salvation? Is there not, while life lasts, still an open door of escape? Flee, flee, my hearer, flee! I beseech thee flee, I implore thee by the living God, by time, by eternity, by heaven, by hell, flee, flee to Jesus, ere Death o'ertakes thee, for he is after thee- that skeleton rider on his pale horse, adn ere damination reaches thee flee, flee to him whose opened arms are ready to recieve thee now.Trust Jesus and thou art saved: "he that believeth on the Lord Jesus, and is baptized, shall be saved, he that believeth not must be damned." Am I fanatical or enthusiastic in begging, in beseeching you to think of these things? "Fanatic," at the day of judgement, will only mean a man who was in earnest. An "Enthusiast," will only mean one who meant what he said. Oh, believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, lest now, even while you are here, God's wrath should burn, and his swift justice overtake you:-"Come, guilty souls, and flee away,To Christ, and heal your wounds;This is the welcome gospel-day,Wherein free grace abounds."END OF SERMON
