Spurgeon’s
church served communion the night he preached on Hebrews 7 – and so he
concluded his sermon with these words –
But when you come to the
feasts of love, drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. There never was a
Christian man that was too happy in God. There never was a believer that was
too peaceful, too serene, too confident, too hopeful. You cannot drink too much
of this heavenly nectar. Oh, that you would but have grace to take in all that
you may have! I know what you will do. You will come to-night into my Lord’s
treasury, and he will say, “Take what you will.” There will be mints of gold
and silver before you, and you will look all round and take up some brass
farthing or other and say, “Bless the Lord for this!” Such gratitude is right
enough. Bless the Lord for anything. At the same time, why not take something
better? “Oh, I have been a mourner,” you say, “all my days.” Whose fault is
that? “Oh, but I have never had any great light or any great joy.” Whose fault
is that? Is it not your own?”
Brothers
and Sisters - do not be like the elder brother in the parable of the Prodigal
Son – all righteousness and no joy – all seriousness but with an attitude
towards your Father for His lavish graciousness – come and eat and drink – come
and have your fill – you have been to the Table before, but of course, you need
much, much more…
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