Welcome to the Hackberry House of Chosun. My name is Bob. It's October 24, 2024. When you finish this message from Mr. Spurgeon, would you please consider looking around the site? Click on Series at Sermon Audio and Playlists at YouTube, and you'll discover hundreds of other messages on a huge variety of topics, including a large number of Spurgeon messages. and a new member of our family is hackberryhouseofchosun.blogspot.com, a daily blog site. I'm reading today from a sermon that was once preached by Charles Spurgeon, the Baptist preacher of 19th century London, England. I'm using a collection of his sermons called Spurgeon Gems. You can find them at spurgeongems.org. Today's message from volume two, it's number 101, of that group. It's called the Exaltation of Christ. And I would be amiss if I did not give you a little background on this message. I don't do this. This is the only time I've ever done it and probably ever will do it, but it's very important that you know what was going on with Charles Spurgeon on this day, November the 2nd, 1856. Two weeks prior to that, October 19, 1856, while he was preaching at the Surrey Gardens. Now, they were at the Surrey Gardens because that facility could hold 12,000 people, and he needed that. His new Park Street Church couldn't hold that much. In fact, they were getting it renovated. And that's why he went to the new Surrey place. On that dreadful morning, some fool in the audience yelled, fire. There was no fire. But the man yelled fire anyway, and a stampede ensued. Several people were dead. The whole balcony collapsed. Spurgeon himself almost fainted. Had to take two weeks off totally with his wife. They went somewhere, and he tried to recover during that time. It was a horrible time in his life. But he didn't give up, obviously. And this sermon was delivered on that Sunday morning, November 2, 1856, at the New Park Street Chapel. They went back there for a while. Philippians 2, 9-11 is his text on the exaltation of Christ, which has nothing to do with that incident, but he will talk a little bit about it at the beginning. But let's read the text first. Philippians 2, verses 9-11, Wherefore God also has highly exalted him. and given him a name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven and things in earth and things under the earth, and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Philippians 2, 9 through 11. And now Mr. Spurgeon. I almost regret this morning that I have ventured to occupy this pulpit, because I feel utterly unable to preach to you for your profit. I had thought that the quiet and repose of the last fortnight, two weeks, had removed the effects of that terrible catastrophe. But on coming back to the same spot again, and more especially standing here to address you, I feel somewhat of those same painful emotions which well nigh prostrated me before. You will therefore excuse me this morning if I make no allusion to that solemn event, or scarcely any. I could not preach to you upon a subject that should be in the least allied to it. I would be obliged to be silent if I should bring to my remembrance that terrible scene in the midst of which it was my solemn lot to stand. God shall overrule it doubtless It may not have been so much by the malice of men, as some have asserted, it was perhaps simple wickedness, an intention to disturb a congregation, and certainly with no thought of committing so terrible a crime as that of the murder of those unhappy creatures. Yes, seven people died. God forgive those who were the instigators of that horrid act. They have my forgiveness from the depths of my soul. It shall not stop us, however, we are not in the least degree daunted by it. I shall preach there again, yet I and God shall give us souls there. And Satan's empire shall tremble more than ever. God is with us. Who is he that shall be against us? The text I have selected is one that has comforted me and in a great measure enabled me to come here today. The single reflection upon it had such a power of comfort on my depressed spirit. It is this. Wherefore God also has highly exalted him and given him a name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, things in heaven, things in earth, things under the earth, and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord. to the glory of God the Father in Philippians 2, 9-11. I shall not attempt to preach upon this text. I shall only make a few remarks that have occurred to my own mind, for I could not preach today. I have been utterly unable to study, but I thought that even a few words might be acceptable to you this morning, and I trust to your loving hearts to excuse them. O Spirit of God, magnify your strength in your servant's weakness and enable him to honor his Lord even when his soul is cast down within him. When the mind is intensely set upon one object, however much it may by different calamities be tossed to and fro, it invariably returns to the place which it had chosen to be its dwelling place. You have noticed in the case of David, when the battle had been won by his warriors, they returned flushed with victory. David's mind had doubtless suffered much perturbation in the meantime. He had dreaded alike the effects of victory and defeat. But have you not noticed how his mind in one moment returned to the darling object of his affections? He said, is the young man, Absalom, safe? As if it mattered not what else had occurred, if his beloved son were but secure. So beloved, so it is with the Christian in the midst of calamities, whether they be the wreck of nations, the crash of empires, the heaving of revolutions, the scourge of war, the great question which he asks himself and asks of others too is this, is Christ's kingdom safe? in his own personal afflictions, his chief anxiety is, will God be glorified, and will his honor be increased by it? If it be so, says he, although I be but as smoking flax, yet if the sun is not dimmed, I will rejoice. And though I be a bruised reed, if the pillars of the temple are unbroken, what does it matter that my reed is bruised? He finds it sufficient consolation in the midst of all the breaking in pieces which he endures to think that Christ's throne stands fast and firm, and that though the earth has rocked beneath his feet, yet Christ stands on a rock which can never be moved. Some of these feelings, I think, have crossed our minds. Amidst such tumult and diverse rushings to and fro of troublous thoughts, our souls have returned to the darling object of our desires, and we have found it no small consolation after all to say, it matters not what shall become of us. God has highly exalted him. and given him a name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow. This text has afforded sweet consolation to every heir of heaven. Allow me very briefly to give you the consolations of it. To the true Christian, there is much comfort in the very fact of Christ's exaltation. In the second place, there is no small degree of consolation in the reason of it, wherefore also God has highly exalted him. That is because of his previous humiliation. And thirdly, there is no small amount of really divine solace in the thought of the person who has exalted Christ, wherefore God also has exalted him. Although men despise him and cast him down, God has highly exalted him. First then, in the very fact of Christ's exaltation, there is to every true Christian a very large degree of comfort. Many of you who have no part nor lot in spiritual things, not having love to Christ or any desire for His glory, will but laugh when I say that this is a very bottle of medicine to the lip of the weary Christian, that Christ, after all, is glorified. To you it is no consolation because you lack that condition of heart which makes this text sweet to the soul. To you there is nothing of joy in it. It does not stir your heart. It gives no sweetness to your life. For this very reason that you are not joined to Christ's cause, nor do you devoutly seek to honor him. But the true Christian's heart leaps for joy even when cast down by diverse sorrows and temptations at the remembrance that Christ is exalted. For in that he finds enough to cheer his own heart. Note here, beloved, that the Christian has certain features in his character which make the exaltation of Christ a matter of great joy to him. First, he has in his own opinion, and not in his own opinion only, but in reality. a relationship to Christ, and therefore he feels an interest in the success of his kinsmen. You've watched the father's joy when step by step his boy has climbed to opulence or fame. You've marked the mother's eye as it sparkled with delight when her daughter grew up to womanhood and burst forth in all the grandeur of beauty. And you've asked why they should feel such interest. And you've been told, well, because the boy was his or the girl was hers. They delighted in the advancement of their little ones because of their relationship. Had there been no relationship, they might have been advanced to kings, emperors, queens, and they would have felt but little delight. But from the fact of kindred, each step was invested with a deep and stirring interest. Now, it is so with the Christian. He feels that Jesus Christ, the glorified prince of the kings of the earth, is his brother. While he reverences him as God, he admires him as the man Christ, bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh, and he delights in his calm and placid moments of communion with Jesus to say to him, oh Lord, you are my brother. His song is, my beloved is mine, and I am his. It's his joy to sing in ties of blood with sinners, one, as the poet said. Christ Jesus is, for he is man, even as we are, and he is no less and no more man than we are, save only in sin. Surely, when we feel we are related to Christ, His exaltation is the source of the greatest joy to our spirits. We take a delight in it, seeing it is one of our family that is exalted. It is the elder brother of the great one family of God in heaven and earth. It is the brother to whom all of us are related. There is also in the Christian, not only the feeling of relationship merely, but there is a feeling of unity in the cause. He feels that when Christ is exalted, it is himself exalted in some degree, seeing he has sympathy with his desire of promoting the great cause and honor of God in the world. I have no doubt that every common soldier who stood by the side of the Duke of Wellington felt honored when the commander was applauded for the victory, for he said, I helped him. I assisted him. It was but a minor part that I played, I did but maintain my rank, I did but sustain the enemyís fire, but now the victory is gained, and I feel an honour in it, for I helped, in some degree, to gain it. And so the Christian, when he sees his Lord exalted, says, it is the captain that has exalted it, and in his exaltation all his soldiers share. Have I not stood by his side? Little was the work I did, and poor the strength which I possessed to serve him, but still I aided in the labor. And the commonest soldier in the spiritual ranks feels that he himself is in some degree exalted when he reads this where it says, wherefore God also has highly exalted him and given him a name which is above every name, a renown above every name that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow. Moreover, the Christian knows not only that there is this unity in design, but that there is a real union between Christ and all his people. It is a doctrine of revelation seldom descanted upon, but never too much thought of, the doctrine that Christ and his members are all one. Know you not, beloved, that every member of Christ's church is a member of Christ Himself? We are of His flesh and of His bones, part of His great mystical body, and when we read that our head, Christ, is crowned, oh rejoice, you members of His, His feet are His hands, though the crown is not on you, yet being on your head, Christ, you share the glory, for you are one with him. See Christ yonder, sitting at his Father's right hand. Believer, he is the pledge of your glorification. He is the surety of your acceptance, and moreover, he is your representative. The seat which Christ possesses in heaven, he has not only by his own right as a person of the deity, but he has it also as the representative of his whole church, for he is their forerunner, and he sits in glory as the representative of every one of them. O rejoiced believer, when you see your master exalted from the tomb, when you behold him exalted up to heaven, then when you see him climb the steps of light and sit upon his lofty throne where angers can scarcely reach him, When you hear the acclamations of a thousand seraphs, when you note the loud, pealing choral symphony of millions of the redeemed, think, when you see Him crowned with light, think that you are exalted, too, in Him, seeing that you are a part of Himself. Happy are you if you know this, not only in doctrine, but in sweet experience, too. knit to Christ, wedded to Him, grown into Him, parts and portions of His very self, we throb with the heart of the body. When the head is glorified, we share in the praise. We feel that His glorification bestows an honor upon us. Beloved, have you ever felt that unity to Christ? Have you ever felt a unity of desire with Him? If so, you will find this rich with comfort. But if not, if you know not Christ, it'll be a source of grief rather than a pleasure to you that He is exalted. For you will have to reflect that He is exalted to crush you, exalted to judge you and condemn you, exalted to sweep this earth of its sins and cut the curse up by the roots and you with it. unless you repent and turn to God with full purpose of heart. There is yet another feeling which I think is extremely necessary to any very great enjoyment of this truth, that Christ is exalted. It is a feeling of entire surrender of one's whole being to the great work of seeking to honor him. Oh, I have strived for that. Would to God I might attain to it. I have now concentrated all my prayers into one, and that one prayer is this, that I may die to self and live wholly to him. It seems to me the highest stage of man To have no wish, no thought, no desire but Christ. To feel that to die were bliss if it were for Christ. That to live in poverty and woe and scorn and contempt and misery were sweet for Christ. To feel that it did not matter what became of oneself, so that one's master was but exalted. To feel that though like a leaf you are blown in the blast, you are quite careless where you are going, as long as you feel that the master's hand is guiding you according to his will. or rather to feel that though like the diamond you must be cut, that you care not how sharply you may be cut so that you may be made fit to be a brilliant jewel in his crown, that you care little what may be done to you if you may but honor him. If any of you have attained to that sweet feeling of self-annihilation, you will look up to Christ, as if he were the sun, S-U-N, and you will say of yourself, oh Lord, I see your beams. I feel myself to be not a beam from you, but darkness, swallowed up in your light. The most I ask is that you would live in me, that the life I live in the flesh may not be my life, but your life in me. And that I may say with emphasis, as Paul did, for me to live is Christ. A man that has attained to this never need care what is the opinion of this world. He may say, do you praise me? Do you flatter me? Take back your flatteries. I ask them not at your hands. I sought to praise my master. Youíve laid the praises at my door, go, lay them at his, not at mine. Do you scorn me, do you despise me? Thrice happy am I to bear it, if you will not scorn and despise him. And if you will, yet know this, that he is beyond your scorn, and therefore smite the soldier for his captainís sake. Aye, strike me, strike. but the king you cannot touch. He is highly exalted. And though you think you have gotten the victory, you may have routed one soldier of the army, but the main body is triumphant. One soldier seems to be smitten to the dust, but the captain is coming on with his victorious cohorts, and shall trample you, flushed with your false victory, beneath his conquering feet. As long as there is a particle of selfishness remaining in us, it will mar our sweet rejoicing in Christ. Till we get rid of it, we shall never feel constant joy. I do think that the root of sorrow is self. If we once get rid of that, sorrow would be sweet, sickness would be health, sadness would be joy, poverty would be wealth, as far as our feelings with regard to them are concerned. They might not be changed, but our feelings under them would be vastly different. If you would seek happiness, seek it at the roots of your selfishness. Cut up your selfishness, and you will be happy. I have found that whenever I have yielded to the least joy, when I have been praised, I have made myself effeminate and weak. I have then been prepared to feel acutely the arrows of the enemy. But when I have said of the praises of men, yes, what are you, worthless things? Then I could also say of their contempt, come on, come on, I'll send you all where I sent the praises. You may go together and fight your battles with one another, but as for me, Let your arrows rattle on my mail, they must not, and they shall not, reach my flesh. But if you give way to one, you will to another. You must seek and learn to live wholly on Christ, to sorrow when you see Christ maligned and dishonored, to rejoice when you see Him exalted, and then you will have constant cause for joy. Sit down now, O reviled one, poor, despised, tempted one. Sit down, lift up your eyes, see Him on His throne, and say within yourself, little though I be, I know I am united to him. He is my love, my life, my joy. I care not what happens, so long as it is written, the Lord reigneth. Now, briefly upon the second point, here also is the very fountain and wellspring of joy in the reason of Christ's exaltation. It says, wherefore, God also has highly exalted him. Why? Because he, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God, but made himself of no reputation, took upon him the form of a servant, was made in the likeness of men. And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself. and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. Wherefore, God has highly exalted him. Now this, of course, relates to the manhood of our Lord Jesus Christ. As God, Christ needed no exaltation. He was higher than the highest. God over all, blessed forever. But the symbols of his glory, having been for a while obscured, having wrapped his Godhead in mortal flesh, His flesh, with his Godhead, ascended up on high, and the man-god Christ Jesus, who had stooped to shame and sorrow and degradation, was highly exalted, far above all principalities and powers, that he might reign prince regent over all worlds, yea, over heaven itself. Let us consider for a moment that depth of degradation to which Christ descended. And then, my beloved, it will give you joy to think that for that very reason his manhood was highly elected. Do you see that man, as the songwriter says, the humble man before his foes, the weary man and full of woes? Do you mark him as he speaks? Note the marvelous eloquence which pours from his lips and see how the crowds attend him. But do you hear in the distance the growling of the thunders of scorn and shame? Listen to the words of his accusers. They say he is a gluttonous man, a wine-bibber, a friend of publicans and sinners. He has a devil. He is mad. All the whole vocabulary of abuse is exhausted by tuperation upon him. He is slandered, abused, persecuted. Stop. Do you think that he is by this cast down? By this degraded? No. For this very reason, God has highly exalted him. Mark the shame and spitting that have come upon the cheek of yonder man of sorrows. See his hair plucked with cruel hands. Mark you how they torture him and how they mock him. Do you think that this is at all dishonorable to Christ? It is apparently so, but listen to this. He became obedient. And therefore, God has highly exalted him. There is a marvelous connection between that shame and spitting and the bending of the knee of seraphs. There is a strange yet mystic link which unites the calumny and the slander with the choral sympathies of adoring angels. The one was, as it were, the seed of the other. Strange that it should be, but the black, the bitter seed brought forth a sweet and glorious flower, which blooms forever. He suffered, and he reigned. He stooped to conquer, and he conquered, for he stooped, and was exalted, for he conquered. Consider him further still. Do you mark him in your imagination nailed to yonder cross? Oh, yes. You're full of pity, with tears standing thick. Oh, how I mark the floods gushing down his cheeks. Do you see his hands bleeding? And his feet, too, gushing gore. Behold him. The bulls of Bashan gird him round, and the dogs are hounding him to death. Hear him. Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani. The earth startles with fright. A god is groaning on a cross. What, does not this dishonor Christ? No, no, it honors him. Each of the thorns becomes a brilliant in his diadem of glory. The nails are forged into his scepter, and his wounds do clothe him with the purple of empire. The treating of the wine-press has stained his garments, but not with stains of scorn and dishonor. The stains are embroideries upon his royal robes forever. The treading of that winepress has made his garments purple with the empire of a world, and he is the master of a universe forever. O Christian, sit down. Consider that your master did not mount from earth's mountains into heaven, but from her valleys. It was not from heights of bliss on earth that he strode to eternal bliss, but from depths of woe he mounted up to glory. What a stride was that, oh, when at one mighty step from the grave to the throne of the highest, the man Christ the God did gloriously ascend. And yet reflect, he in some way, mysterious yet true, was exalted because he suffered. Being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. And wherefore, God also has highly exalted him, given him a name which is above every name. Believer, there's comfort for you here, if you'll take it. If Christ were exalted through his degradation, so shall you be. Count not your steps to triumph by your steps upward, but by those which are seemingly downward. The way to heaven is downhill. He who would be honored forever must sink in his own esteem, and often in that of his fellow man. Think not of yon fool, who is mounting to heaven by his own light opinions of himself, and by the flatteries of his fellows, that he shall safely reach paradise, nay, nay, that shall burst on which he rests, and he shall fall and be broken in pieces. But he who descends into the mines of suffering shall find unbounded riches there. And he who dives into the depths of grief shall find the pearl of everlasting life within its caverns. Recollect, Christian, that you are exalted when you are disgraced. Read the slanders of your enemies as the plaudits of the just. Count that the scoff and jeer of wicked men are equal to the praise and honor of the godly. Their blame is censure, and their censure praise. Reckon, too, if your body should ever be exposed to persecution, that it is no shame to you but the reverse. And if you should be privileged, and you may, to wear the blood-red crown of martyrdom, count it no disgrace to die. Remember, the most honorable in the church are the noble army of martyrs. Reckon that the greater the sufferings they endured, so much the greater is their eternal weight of glory. And so do you. If you stand in the brunt and thick of the fight, remember that you shall stand in the midst of glory. If you have the hardest to bear, you shall have the sweetest to enjoy. On with you then, through floods, through fire, through death, through hell, if it should lie in your path, fear not. He who glorified Christ, because he stooped, shall glorify you. For after he has caused you to endure a while, he will give you a crown of life which fades not away. And now, in the last place, beloved, here's yet another comfort for you. The person who exalted Christ is to be noticed. God. God also has highly exalted him. The emperor of all the Russians crowns himself. He's an autocrat and puts the crown upon his own head, but Christ has no such foolish pride. Christ did not crown himself. God also has highly exalted him. The crown was put upon the head of Christ by God. There is to me a very sweet reflection in this, that the hand that put the crown on Christ's head will one day put the crown on ours, that the same mighty one who crowned Christ King of kings and Lord of lords will crown us when he shall make us kings and priests unto him forever. I know, said Paul, there is laid up for me a crown of glory which fades not away, which God, the righteous judge, shall give me in that day. Now, just pause over this thought, that Christ did not crown himself, but that his father crowned him. That he did not elevate himself to the throne of majesty, but that his father lifted him there and placed him on his throne. Why, reflect thus, man never highly exalted Christ. Put this then in opposition to it, God also has highly exalted him. Man hissed him, mocked him, hooted him. Words were not hard enough. They would use stones. They took up stones, again, to stone him. And stones failed. Nails must be used, and he must be crucified. And then there comes the taunt, the jeer, the mockery. Whilst he hangs languishing on his death cross, man did not exalt him. Set the black picture there. Now, put this. with this glorious, this bright scene, side by side with it, and one shall be a foil to the other. Man dishonored Him. God also exalted Him. Believer, if all men speak ill of you, lift up your head and say, Man exalted not my Saviour, I thank him that he exalts not me. The servant should not be above his master, nor the servant above his Lord, nor he that is sent greater than he that sent him. Again the song, If on my face, for his dear name, shame and reproach shall be, I'll hail reproach and welcome shame, for he'll remember me. Yes, God will remember me and highly exalt me after all, though man casts me down. Put it again in opposition to the fact that Christ did not exalt himself. Poor Christian, you feel that you cannot exalt yourself. Sometimes you cannot raise your poor, depressed spirits. Some say to you, oh, you should not feel like this, and they tell you, oh, you should not speak such words nor think such thoughts. Ah, the heart knows its own bitterness, and a stranger inter-metals not therewith. Ay, and I will improve upon it, nor a friend either. It is not easy to tell how another ought to feel and how another ought to act. Our minds are differently made, each in its own mold. Which mold is broken afterwards and there shall never be another like it. We are all different, each one of us. But I am sure there is one thing in which we are all brought to unite in times of deep sorrow, namely, in a sense of helplessness. We feel that we cannot exalt ourselves. Now remember, our master felt just like it. In the 22nd Psalm, which if I read it rightly, is a beautiful soliloquy of Christ upon the cross. He says to himself, I am a worm and no man. As if he felt himself so broken, so cast down that instead of being more than a man as he was, he felt for a while less than a man. And yet, when he could not lift a finger to crown himself, when he could scarce heave a thought of victory, when his eye could not flash with even a distant glimpse of triumph, then his God was crowning him. Are you so broken in pieces, Christian? Think not that you are cast away forever. For God also has highly exalted him who did not exalt himself. And this is a picture and prophecy of what he will do for you. And now, beloved, I can say little more upon this text, save that I bid you now, for a few minutes, meditate and think upon it. Oh, let your eyes be lifted up. Bid heaven's blue veil divide. Ask power of God, I mean spiritual power from on high, to look within the veil. I bid you not look to the streets of gold or to the walls of Jasper or to the pearly-gated city. I do not ask you to turn your eyes to the white-robed hosts who forever sing loud hallelujahs, but yonder, my friends. Turn your eyes, again, the poet. There, like a man, the Savior sits, the God. how bright he shines and scatters infinite delight on all the happy minds. or this one, the head that once was crowned with thorns is crowned with glory now. A royal diadem adorns that mighty victor's brow. No more the bloody crown, the cross and nails, no more, for hell itself shakes at his frown and all the heavens adore. Do you see him? Look at him. Can your imagination picture him? Behold his transcendent glory. The majesty of kings is swallowed up. The pomp of empires dissolves like the white mist of the morning before the sun. The brightness of assembled armies is eclipsed. He in himself is brighter than the sun, more terrible than armies with banners. See him! See him! Oh, hide your heads, you monarchs! Put away your gaudy pageantry, you lords of this poor narrow earth. His kingdom knows no bounds. Without a limit, his vast empire stretches out itself. Above him, all is his. Beneath him, many a step are angels and they are his. and they cast their crowns before his feet. With them stand his elect and ransomed, and their crowns too are his. And here upon this lower earth stand his saints, and they are his, and they adore him. And under the earth, among the infernals, where devils growl their malice, even there is trembling and adoration, and where lost spirits, with wailing and gnashing of teeth, forever lament their being, even there, there is the acknowledgement of His Godhead, even though the confession helps to make the fire of their torments. In heaven, in earth, in hell, all knees bend before Him, and every tongue confesses that He is God, If not now, yet in the time that is to come, this shall be carried out, that every creature of God's making shall acknowledge his Son to be God over all, blessed forever. Amen. Oh, my soul anticipates that blessed day, when this whole earth shall bend its knee before its God willingly, I do believe there is a happy era coming, when there shall not be one knee unbent before my Lord and Master. I look for that time, that latter-day glory, when kings shall bring presents, when queens shall be the nursing mothers of the Church, when the gold of Sheba and the ships of Tarshish And the camels of Arabia shall alike be his, When nations and tribes of every tongue shall Dwell on his name with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. Sometimes I hope to live to see that all-auspicious era, wonderful age of this world, so much oppressed with grief and sorrow by the tyranny of its own inhabitants. I hope to see the time when it shall be said, shout for the great shepherd reigns and his unsuffering kingdom now has come. when earth shall be one great orchestra of praise, and every man shall sing the glorious hallelujah anthem of the King of Kings. But even now, while waiting for that era, my soul rejoices in the fact that every knee does virtually bow, though not willingly, yet really Does the scoffer, when he mouths high heaven, think that he insults God? Oh, he thinks so, but his insult dies long ere it reaches halfway to the stars. Does he conceive, when in his malice he forges a sword against Christ, that his weapon shall prosper? If he does, I can well conceive the derision of God. when he sees the wildest rebel, the most abandoned despiser, still working out his great decrees, still doing that which God has eternally ordained, and in the midst of his wild rebellion, still running in the very track, which in some mysterious way, from before all eternity, had been marked as the track in which that being should certainly move. The wild steeds of earth have broken their bridles. The reins are out of the hands of the charioteer, so some say. But they are not. Or if they are, the steeds run the same round as they would have done had the Almighty still grasped the reins. The world has not gone to confusion. Chance is not God. God is still master, and let men do what they will, and hate the truth we now prize. They shall after all do what God wills, and their direst rebellion shall prove but a species of obedience, though they know it not. But you will say, Why dost thou yet find fault? For who has resisted such a will as that? Nay, but, O man, who are you that replies against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why have you made me thus? Has not the potter power over the clay Of the same lump to make one vessel to honour And another to dishonour? What if God, willing to show His wrath, and to make His power known, endured with much longsuffering the vessels of wrath, fitted to destruction, and that He might make known the riches of His glory on the vessels of mercy which He had aforeprepared to glory. Who is he that shall blame him? Woe to him that strives with his maker. He is God. Know that, you inhabitants of the land, and all things after all shall serve his will. I like what Luther says in his bold hymn, where notwithstanding all that those who are haters of predestination choose to affirm, he knew and boldly declared, quote, he everywhere hath sway, and all things serve his might. Yes, notwithstanding all they do, there is God's sway after all. Go on, reviler. God knows how to make all your revilings into songs. Go on, you warrior against God, if you will. Know this, your sword shall help to magnify God and carve out glory for Christ when you thought the slaughter of his church. That was your will, that was your desire. It shall come to pass that all that you do shall be frustrated. For God makes the diviners mad and says, where's the wisdom of the scribe? Where's the wisdom of the wise? Surely him has God exalted and given him a name which is above every name. And now lastly, beloved, if it be true, as it is, that Christ is so exalted that He is to have a name above every name and every knee is to bow to Him, will we not bow our knees this morning before His Majesty? You must, whether you will or no, one day bow your knee. Oh, iron-sinewed sinner, bow your knee now. You'll have to bow it, man, in that day when the lightnings shall be loosed and the thunders shall roll in wild fury. You'll have to bow your knee then. Oh, bow it now. Kiss the sun lest he be angry and you perish from the way when his wrath is kindled but a little. O Lord of hosts, bend the knees of men, make us all the willing subjects of your grace, lest afterward we should be the unwilling slaves of your terror, dragged with chains of vengeance down to hell. Oh, that now those that are on earth might willingly bend their knees, lest in hell it should be fulfilled, things under the earth shall bow the knees before him. God bless you, my friends. I can say no more but that. God bless you. For Jesus' sake, amen. Thanks again for your visit to the Hackberry House of Chosun and Lord willing, we'll talk again real soon. Bye-bye.