“Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations.”- Psa 90:1
Some of you despise Christ, my blessed Master. Many of you think sin to be a trifle, and grace to be worthless, heaven to be a vision, and hell to be a fiction. Some of you are careless, and hardened, and thoughtless, without God, and without Christ. Oh! my hearers, I wonder at myself that I should have so little benevolence, that I do not preach more fervently to you. Methinks if I could get a right estimate of your souls’ value that I should speak not as I do now with stammering tongue, but with flaming words. I have great cause to blush at my own slothfulness, though God knows I have striven to preach God’s truth as vehemently as possible, and would spend myself in His service; but I wonder I do not stand in every street in London and preach his truth. When I think of the thousands of souls in this great city that have never heard of Jesus, that have never listened to Him; when I think of how much ignorance exists, and how little gospel preaching there is, how few souls are saved, I think-O God! what little grace I must have, that I do not strive more for souls.
One word by way of warning. Do you know, poor soul, that you have not a house to live in? You have a house for your body but no house for your soul. Have you ever seen a poor girl at midnight sitting down on a door-step crying? Somebody passes by, and says, “Why do you sit here?” “I have no house, sir. I have no home.” “Where is your father?” “My father’s dead, sir.” “Where is your mother?” “I have no mother, sir.” “Have you no friends?” “No friends at all.” “Have you no house?” “No; I have none. I am houseless.” And she shivers in the chill air, and gathers her poor ragged shawl around her, and cries again, “I have no house-I have no home.” Would you not pity her? Would you blame her for her tears? Ah! there are some of you that have houseless souls…It is something to have a houseless body; but to think of a houseless soul! Methinks I see you in eternity sitting on the door-step of heaven. An angel says, “What! have you no house to live in?” “No house,” says the poor soul.” “Have you no father?” “No; God is not my father; and there is none beside Him.” “Have you no mother?” “No; the church is not my mother; I never sought her ways, nor loved Jesus. I have neither father nor mother.” “Have you no house, then?” “No; I am a houseless soul.” But there is one thing worse about that-houseless souls have to be sent into hell; to a dungeon, to a lake that burns with fire.
Houseless soul! in a little while thy body will have gone; and where wilt thou house thyself when the hot hail of eternal vengeance comes from heaven? Where wilt thou hide thy guilty head, when the winds of the last judgment-day shall sweep on thee with fury? Where wilt thou shelter thyself, when the blast of the terrible one shall be as a storm against a wall, when the darkness of eternity comes upon thee, and hell thickens round thee? It will be all in vain for you to cry, “Rocks, hide me; mountains, fall upon me;” the rocks will not obey you, the mountains will not hide you. Caverns would be palaces if you could dwell in them, but there will be no caverns for you to hide your head in, but you will be houseless souls, houseless spirits, wandering through the shades of hell, tormented, destitute, afflicted, and that throughout eternity.
Poor houseless soul, dost thou want a house? I have a house…for every sinner who feels his misery. Do you want a house for your soul? Then I will condescend to men of low estate, and tell you in homely language, that I have a house to let. Do you ask me what is the purchase? I will tell you; it is something less than proud human nature will like to give. It is without money and without price. Ah! you would like to pay some rent wouldn’t you? You would love to do something to win Christ. You can not have the house then; it is “without money and without price.”…I will tell you one thing-that if you feel that you are a houseless soul this morning, you may have the key to-morrow; and if you feel yourself to be a houseless soul to-day, you may enter it now. If you had a house of your own I would not offer it to you; but since you have no other, here it is. Will you take my Master’s house on a lease for all eternity, with nothing to pay for it, nothing but the ground-rent of loving and serving Him forever? Will you take Jesus, and dwell in Him throughout eternity? or will you be content to be a houseless soul? Come inside, sir; see, it is furnished from top to bottom with all you want. It has cellars filled with gold, more than you will spend as long as you live; it hath a parlor where you can entertain yourself with Christ, and feast on His love; it has tables well stored with food for you to live on forever; it hath a drawing-room of brotherly love where you can receive your friends. You will find a resting room up there where you can rest with Jesus; and on the top there is a look-out, whence you can see heaven itself. Will you have the house, or will you not? Ah! if you are houseless, you will say, “I should like to have the house; but may I have it?” Yes; there is the key. The key is, “Come to Jesus.” But, you say, “I am too shabby for such a house.” Never mind; there are garments inside. As Rowland Hill once said-
“Come naked, come filthy, come ragged, come poor,
Come wretched, come dirty, come just as you are.”
If you feel guilty and condemned, come, and though the house is too good for you, Christ will make you good enough for the house by-and-by. He will wash you, and cleanse you, and you will yet be able to sing with Moses, with the same unfaltering voice, “Lord, thou hast been my dwelling place throughout all generations.” ~ C.H. Spurgeon