C.H. Spurgeon's Autobiography. Compiled From His Diary, Letters, and Records by Charles H. Spurgeon
Author:Charles H. Spurgeon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Autobiography
Publisher: Repressed Publishing LLC
Published: 2012-07-14T22:00:00+00:00
Cnmbrfogt lift nnb letters. 1850-1851.
T WAS my privilege, at Cambridge, to live in a house where, at eight o'clock, every person, from the servant to the master, would have been found (or half-an-hour in prayer and meditation in his or her chamber. As regularly as the time came round, that was done, just as we partook of our meals at appointed hours. If that were the rule in all households, it would be a grand thing for us. In the old Puritanic times, a servant would as often answer one who enquired lor him, •'Sir, my master is at prayers," as he would nowadays reply, "My master is engaged." It was then looked upon as a recognized fact that Christian men did meditate, and study the Word, and pray ; and society respected the interval set apart for devotion. It is said that, in the days of Cromwell, if you had walked down Cheapside at a certain hour in the morning, you would have seen the blinds down at every house. Alas ! where will you find such streets nowadays ? I lear that what was once the rule, is now the exception.
When I joined the Baptist Church at Cambridge,-one of the most respectable churches that can be found in the world, one of the most generous, one of the most intelligent—this was a good many years ago, when I was young—nobody spoke to me. On the Lords-day, I sat at the communion table in a certain pew ; there was one gentleman in it, and when the service was over, I said to him, " I hope you are quite^well, sir?" He said, "You have the advantage of me." I answered, "I don't think I have, for you and I are brothers." " I don't quite know what you mean," said he. "Well," I replied, "when I took the bread and wine, just now, in token of our being one in Christ, I meant it, did not you ? " We were by that time in the street; he put both his hands on my shoulders,—I was about sixteen years old then—and he said, "Oh, sweet simplicity!" Then he added, "You are quite right, my dear brother, you are quite right ; come in to tea with me. I am afraid I should not have spoken to you if you had not first addressed me." I went to tea with him that evening ; and when 1 left, he asked me to go again the next Lorcl's-day, so 1 went, and that Sabbath day he said to me, "You will come here every Sunday evening, won't you?" That dear friend used to walk with me into the villages
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when I afterwards went out to preach, and he re-mains to this day one of the truest Christian iriends I have, and often have; we looked hack, and laughed at the fact that 1 should have dared to assume that Christian fellowship was really a truth. 1 remember
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