Evening, November 2, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“Burning indignation has seized me because of the wicked, who forsake Your law.” — Psalm 119:53
My soul, do you feel this holy outrage at the sins of others? For otherwise, you lack inward holiness. David’s cheeks were wet with rivers of tears because of prevailing ungodliness, Jeremiah desired eyes like fountains that he might lament the iniquities of Israel, and Lot was vexed with the manner of life of the men of Sodom. Those upon whom the mark was set in Ezekiel’s vision, were those who sighed and cried for the abominations of Jerusalem. It cannot but grieve grace-saved souls to see what pains men take to go to hell. They know the evil of sin by experience, and they are alarmed to see others flying like moths into its blaze. Sin makes the righteous tremble, because it violates a holy law, which it is to every man’s highest interest to keep; it pulls down the pillars of the commonwealth. Sin in others horrifies a believer, because it puts him in mind of the immorality of his own heart: when he sees a transgressor he cries with the believer mentioned by Saint Bernard, “He fell today, and I may fall tomorrow.” Sin to a believer is horrible, because it crucified the Savior; he sees the nails and spear in every iniquity. How can a saved soul behold that cursed Christ-killing sin without abhorrence? Say, my heart, do you rationally join in all this? It is an awful thing to insult God to His face. The good God deserves better treatment, the great God claims it, the just God will have it, or repay His adversary to his face. An awakened heart trembles at the audacity of sin, and stands alarmed at the contemplation of its punishment. How monstrous a thing is rebellion! How dire a doom is prepared for the ungodly! My soul, never laugh at sin’s foolishness, in case you come to smile at sin itself. It is your enemy, and your Lord’s enemy. View it with loathing, for only so do you give evidence of the possession of holiness, without which no man can see the Lord.