The Remembrance of Christ - C.H. Spurgeon - E-Book

The Remembrance of Christ E-Book

C. H. Spurgeon

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Charles Spurgeon presents us this beautiful message based in 1 Corinthians 11:24. We shall speak, first of all, concerning the blessed object of memory. Secondly, upon the advantages to be derived from remembering this person. Thirdly the gracious help, to our memory" This do in remembrance of Me." And fourthly, the gentle command, "This do in remembrance of Me." May the Holy Spirit open my lips and your hearts, that we may receive blessings.

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INTRODUCTION

“This do in remembrance of Me.”

1 Corinthians 11:24.

IT seems, then, that Christians may forget Christ. The text implies the possibility of forgetfulness concerning Him whom gratitude and affection should compel them to remember. There could be no need for this loving exhortation if there were not a fearful supposition that our memories might prove treacherous and our remembrance superficial in its character, or changing in its nature. Nor is this a bare supposition it is, alas, too well confirmed in our experience, not as a possibility, but as a lamentable fact.

It seems at first sight too gross a crime to lay at the door of converted men. It appears almost impossible that those who have been redeemed by the blood of the dying Lamb should ever forget their Ransom our that those who have been loved with an everlasting love by the eternal Son of God, should ever forget that Son. But if startling to the ear, it is, alas, too apparent to the eye to allow us to deny the fact.

Forget Him who never forgot us? Forget Him who poured His blood forth for our sins? Forget Him who loved us even to the death? Can it be possible? Yes, it is not only possible, but conscience confess-es that it is too sadly a fault of all of us that we can remember anything except Christ. The object which we should make the monarch of our hearts is the very thing we are most inclined to forget. Where one would think that memory would linger and unmindfulness would be an unknown intruder that is the very spot which is desecrated by the feet of forget fulness the place where memory too seldom looks. I appeal to the conscience of every Christian here can you deny the truth of what I utter? Do you not find yourselves forgetful of Jesus?

Some creature steals away your heart and you are unmindful of Him upon whom your affection ought to be set. Some earthly business engrosses your attention when you should have your eye steadily fixed upon the cross. It is the incessant round of world, world, world the constant din of earth, earth, earth, that takes away the soul from Christ. Oh, my friends, is it not too sadly true that we can recollect anything but Christ and forget nothing so easy as Him whom we ought to remember? While memory will preserve a poisoned weed, it suffers the Rose of Sharon to wither.

The cause of this is very apparent it lies in one or two facts. We forget Christ because regenerate persons as we are still corruption and death remain even in us. We forget Him because we carry about with us the old Adam of sin and death. If we were purely new-born creatures, we would never forget the name of Him whom we love. If we were entirely regenerated beings, we would sit down and meditate on what our Savior did and suffered. As He is.

All He has gloriously promised to perform. And never would our roving affections stray, but stay centered, nailed, fixed eternally to one object we should continually contemplate the death and sufferings of our Lord. But alas, we have a worm in the heart, an abode of pests, a morgue within. Lusts, vile imaginations and strong evil passions like wells of poison ours water send out streams of impurity.