Community Bible Church

How Can God Save Me?

“For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation…” Rom 1:16

     People look forward to the month of June for a variety of reasons: June 1 is National Donut Day,
so donut aficionados can celebrate their affection without bothering the conscience. Somewhere around
the 20th or 21st of the month summer solstice arrives marking the longest day of the year (for those of us
living in the Northern Hemisphere that is), thus sun lovers get their long-awaited endorphin fix. June 30
tells us that six months have elapsed in the year and there are only 177 shopping days until Christmas!
Not to slight June brides, ones birthdays, or even Father’s Day (bust out the BBQ), but those should go
without saying.
     June marks a pause point for me among these other matters for an entirely different reason: it is
the month that the Prince of Preachers was born—Charles Haddon Spurgeon, June 19, 1834. Spurgeon
was a central figure of London life for over 30 years. He pastored the New Park Street Church which later
was renamed Metropolitan Tabernacle (a church I once had the privilege to visit on a journey through
London). He founded training schools for students heading for the ministry, homes and schools for
orphans and the poor who were stuck in life on the streets, stood strongly against slavery, and he
developed an international book ministry that sent resources to churches throughout the world, just to
name a few. More than that, he was instrumental in standing for the truth veracity of the scriptures and the
reality of Christ’s atonement during a time when many churches were succumbing to the Down-grade
Controversy, a strong influence of Darwin and his theory of evolution.
     More than anything else, however, was Spurgeon’s passion for the Gospel. Spurgeon knew and
proclaimed the power of God’s gospel that was beyond all description. In his own words he said—The
gospel is a thing of power! Ah, that it is! It always wears the dew of its youth; it glitters with morning’s
freshness; its strength and glory abide forever (My Conversion, Whitaker House, p 23). It was the gospel
that gave the impetus and strength for everything thing he did, every endeavor he set out to accomplish,
every soul he ever preached to (and he literally preached to millions, similar to Billy Graham in our own
generation, but without the aid of technology!).
     I love the description of his own encounter with God’s gospel. (For a point of reference, he was
saved as a teen in the cold winter months in a small country church that he walked for miles in the snow
to get to). Again he penned in My Conversion—Once, God preached to me by an object lesson in the
depth of winter. The earth had been black, and there was scarcely a green thing or a flower to be seen. As
I looked across the fields, there was nothing but barrenness—bare hedges, leafless trees, and black, black
earth—wherever I gazed. Suddenly, God spoke, and He unlocked the treasures of the snow. White flaked
descended until there was no blackness to be seen, and all was one sheet of dazzling whiteness. It was the
same time I was seeking the Savior and not long before I found him. I well remember the sermon that I
saw before me in the snow—Come, now, and let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins be as
scarlet, they shall be as white as snow…. (p 31).
     I introduce you to C H Spurgeon, not only because he is one of my all-time favorite historical
figures and heroes of the faith, but also because we need to reconsider the same passion he had towards
the gospel of God in our generation. We don’t have to look around very long to see the similar blackness
of the earth—broken families, fractured lives, addictions, hatreds, quarrels, and the like. We need the
fresh snow of God’s redemptive presence to fall in our community, in the lives of those we call neighbors
and maybe even friends. Pray with me for God’s movement of His Spirit—that we may see a fresh
snowfall!
Blessings on the Journey,
Pastor Dewayne