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  • July16th

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    “If thou lift up thy tool upon it, thou hast polluted it.”—Exodus 20:25.

    God’s altar was to be built of unhewn stones, that no trace of human skill or labour might be seen upon it. Human wisdom delights to trim and arrange the doctrines of the cross into a system more artificial and more congenial with the depraved tastes of fallen nature; instead, however, of improving the gospel carnal wisdom pollutes it, until it becomes another gospel, and not the truth of God at all. All alterations and amendments of the Lord’s own Word are defilements and pollutions. The proud heart of man is very anxious to have a hand in the justification of the soul before God; preparations for Christ are dreamed of, humblings and repentings are trusted in, good works are cried up, natural ability is much vaunted, and by all means the attempt is made to lift up human tools upon the divine altar. It were well if sinners would remember that so far from perfecting the Saviour’s work, their carnal confidences only pollute and dishonour it.

    The Lord alone must be exalted in the work of atonement, and not a single mark of man’s chisel or hammer will be endured. There is an inherent blasphemy in seeking to add to what Christ Jesus in His dying moments declared to be finished, or to improve that in which the Lord Jehovah finds perfect satisfaction. Trembling sinner, away with thy tools, and fall upon thy knees in humble supplication; and accept the Lord Jesus to be the altar of thine atonement, and rest in Him alone.

    Many professors may take warning from this morning’s text as to the doctrines which they believe. There is among Christians far too much inclination to square and reconcile the truths of revelation; this is a form of irreverence and unbelief, let us strive against it, and receive truth as we find it; rejoicing that the doctrines of the Word are unhewn stones, and so are all the more fit to build an altar for the Lord.

    C. H. Spurgeon

  • May28th

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    “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13

    The staff of The Sacred Sandwich wishes our readers an enjoyable Memorial Day weekend, but hopes they will take the time to honor the many fallen soldiers throughout our history who died to preserve freedom in America and abroad. As Christians, this theme of supreme sacrifice for the cause of liberty should resound in our hearts as we also remember our savior, Jesus Christ, who died that we might live and be free from the bondage of sin. As soldiers for Christ, let us spread the Gospel message as oft as we can in the hopes of bringing the ultimate freedom to those around us.

  • April18th

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    I have seen boys bathing in a river in the morning. One of them has just dipped his toes in the water, and he cries out, as he shivers, “Oh, it’s so cold!” Another has gone in up to his ankles, and he also declares that it is fearfully chilly.

    But see! another runs to the bank, and takes a header. He rises all in a glow. All his blood is circulating, and he cries “Delicious! What a beautiful morning! I am all in a glow. The water is splendid!” That is the boy for enjoying a bath!

    You Christian people who are paddling about in the shallows of religion, and just dipping your toes into it—you stand shivering in the cold air of the world which you are afraid to leave. Oh, that you would plunge into the river of life! How it would brace you! What tone it would give you! In for it, young man! In for it!

    Be a Christian, out and out. Serve the Lord with your whole being. Give yourself wholly to him who bought you with his blood. Plunge into the sacred flood by grace, and you will exclaim—

    “Oh, this is life! Oh, this is joy,
    My God, to find thee so!
    Thy face to see, thy voice to hear,
    And all thy love to know.”

    May we thus walk in newness of life! Amen.

    — Charles Spurgeon from his sermon, Christ’s Resurrection and Our Newness of Life.

  • April1st

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    O show me not my Savior dying,
    As on the cross He bled;
    Nor in the tomb, a captive lying,
    For He has left the dead.
    Then bid me not that form extended
    For my Redeemer own,
    Who, to the highest heavens ascended,
    In glory fills the throne.

    Weep not for Him at Calvary’s station,
    Weep only for thy sins;
    View where He lay with exultation,
    ’Tis there our hope begins.
    Yet stay not there, thy sorrows feeding,
    Amid the scenes He trod;
    Look up, and see Him interceding
    At the right hand of God.

    Still in the shameful cross I glory,
    Where His dear blood was spilt:
    His shameful cross, set forth before me,
    Hath canceled all my guilt.
    Yet what, ’mid conflict and temptation,
    Shall strength and honor give?
    He lives, the Captain of Salvation,
    Therefore His servants live.

    By death, He death’s dark king defeated,
    And overcame the grave:
    Rising, the triumph He completed;
    He lives, he reigns to save.
    Heaven’s happy myriads bow before Him:
    He comes, the Judge of men:
    These eyes shall see Him, and adore Him,
    Lord Jesus, own me then.

  • June24th

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    What have been the eras of the Church’s greatest influence? What have been the moments of its most powerful impact on the world? Not the epochs of its visible might and splendour; not the age succeeding Constantine, when Christianity became imperialistic, and all the kingdoms of the world and the glory of them seemed ready to bow beneath the sceptre of Christ; not the days of the great medieval pontiffs, when Christ’s vicar in Rome wielded a sovereignty more absolute than that of any secular monarch on the earth; not the later nineteenth century, when the Church became infected with the prevailing humanistic optimism, which was quite sure that man was the architect of his own destinies, that a wonderful utopian kingdom of God was waiting him just round the corner, and that the very momentum of his progress was bound to carry him thither. Not in such times as these has the Church exercised its strongest leverage upon the soul and conscience of the world: but in days when it has been crucified with Christ, and has counted all things but loss for His sake; days when, smitten with a great contrition and repentance, it has cried out to God from the depths.

    — James S. Stewart, Scottish Preacher

  • April18th

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  • April18th

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