I think it's important, friends, as we study
men revival, to see how they came to
faith.
Charles Spurgeon's testimony is worth reading.
As a teenager, Spurgeon went all over London,
hearing the greatest orators of his day, but
he couldn't get saved.
Finally, while making his way to church one
Sunday, a snowstorm forced him into a country,
Methodist chapel, where the pastor had failed to
come, so an uneducated deacon took the pulpit
and preached a simple message from Isaiah 45,
22, which states, Look unto me, and be
ye saved, all the ends of the earth,
for I am God, and there is none
else.
Let Spurgeon tell the story in his own
words.
He did not even pronounce the words rightly,
but that did not matter.
There was, I thought, a glimpse of hope
for me in that text.
The preacher began thus, My dear friends, this
is a very simple text, indeed.
It says, look.
Now, look and don't take a deal of
pains.
It ain't lifting your foot or your finger.
It just says, look.
Well, a man needn't go to college to
learn to look.
You may be the biggest fool, and yet
you can look.
A man need not even be worth a
thousand a year to be able to look.
Anyone can look.
Even a child can look.
But then the text says, look unto me,
I, said he, in broad Essex.
Many on ye are looking to yourselves, but
it's no use looking there.
You never find any comfort in yourselves.
Some look to God the Father.
No, look to Him by and by.
Jesus Christ says, look unto me.
Some on ye say, we must wait for
the Spirit's working.
You have no business with that just now.
Look to Christ, the text says.
Look unto me.
Then the good man followed up his text,
and this way.
Look unto me, I'm sweating great drops of
blood.
Look unto me, I'm hanging on the cross.
Look unto me, I am dead and buried.
Look unto me, I rise again.
Look unto me, I ascend to the heaven.
Look unto me, I am sitting at the
Father's right hand.
O poor sinner, look unto me, look unto
me.
When he had gone to about that length,
and managed to spend out ten minutes or
so, he was at the end of his
tether.
Then he looked at me under the gallery,
and, I dare say, with so few present,
he knew me to be a stranger.
Just fixing his eyes on me as if
he knew all my heart, he said, Young
man, you look very miserable.
Well, I did.
But I had not been accustomed to have
remarks made from the pulpit on my personal
appearance before.
However, it was a good blow, struck right
home.
He continued, And you will always be miserable,
miserable in life, miserable in death, if you
don't obey my text.
But if you obey now this moment, you
will be saved.
Then, lifting up his hands, he shouted, only
as a primitive Methodist could do, You man,
look to Jesus Christ, look, look, look.
You have nothing to do but to look
and live.
I saw at once the way of salvation.
I know not what else he said.
I did not take much notice of it.
I was so possessed with that one thought,
like as when the brazen serpent was lifted
up, the people only looked and were healed.
So it was with me.
I had been waiting to do fifty things.
But when I heard that word look, what
a charming word it seemed to me.
Oh, I looked until I could almost have
looked my eyes away.
There and then the cloud was gone, the
darkness had rolled away, and that moment I
saw the sun, and I could have risen
that instant and sung with the most enthusiastic
of them of the precious blood of Christ
and simple faith which looks alone to Him.
Oh, that somebody had told me this before.
Trust Christ and you shall be saved.