Morning, March 25, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“Are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?” — Luke 22:48
“Deceitful are the kisses of an enemy.” Let me be on my guard when the world puts on a loving face, for it will, if possible, betray me as it did my Master, with a kiss. Whenever a man is about to stab religion, he usually professes a very great reverence for it. Let me beware of the slick-faced hypocrisy which is armor-bearer to heresy and betrayal. Knowing the deceiving nature of unrighteousness, let me be wise as a serpent to detect and avoid the strategies of the enemy. The young man, void of understanding, was led astray by the kiss of the strange woman: may my soul be so graciously instructed all this day, that “the very fair speech” of the world may have no effect upon me. Holy Spirit, let me not be betrayed with a kiss, poor frail son of man that I am!
But what if I should be guilty of the same cursed sin as Judas, that son of perdition? I have been baptized into the name of the Lord Jesus; I am a member of his visible Church; I sit at the communion table: all these are so many kisses of my lips. Am I sincere in them? If not, I am a base traitor. Do I live in the world as carelessly as others do, and yet make a profession of being a follower of Jesus? Then I must expose religion to ridicule, and lead men to speak evil of the holy name by which I am called. Surely, I am a Judas if I act so inconsistently, and it would be better for me that I had never been born. Do I dare hope that I am clear in this matter? Then, O Lord, keep me so. O Lord, make me sincere and true. Preserve me from every false way. Never let me betray my Savior. I do love you, Jesus, and though I often grieve you, stillI would desire to abide faithful even until death. O God, forbid that I should loudly affirm my faith, and then fall at last into the lake of fire, because I betrayed my Master with a kiss.