Jesus Christ does not save the worthy, but the unworthy. Your plea must not be righteousness but guilt
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes that salvation comes not from one's own worthiness but from acknowledging one's guilt and need for grace.
Charles Spurgeon's quote highlights a core principle in Christian theology: that mercy and salvation are extended to those who recognize their flaws and shortcomings, rather than to those who perceive themselves as morally superior. It conveys the idea that humility and a sense of guilt open the door to redemption, suggesting that true worthiness is found in acknowledging one's unworthiness.
In practice
This quote can be used in a sermon to inspire humility and encourage believers to seek grace.
Amusement should be used to do us good “like a medicine”: it must never be used as the food of the man...Many have had all holy thoughts and gracious resolutions stamped out by perpetual trifling. Pleasure so called is the murderer of thought. This is the age of excessive amusement: everybody craves for it, like a babe for its rattle.
When you see no present advantage, walk by faith and not by sight. Do God the honor to trust Him when it comes to matters of loss for the sake of principle.
It is far easier to fight with sin in public than to pray against it in private.
You will never glory in God till first of all God has killed your glorying in yourself.
After faith comes repentance, or, rather, repentance is faith's twin brother and is born at the same time.
["All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant."] The original Hebrew word that has been translated "paths" means "well-worn roads' or "wheel tracks," such ruts as wagons make when they go down our green roads in wet weather and sink in up to the axles. God's ways are at times like heavy wagon tracks that cut deep into our souls, yet all of them are merciful.
The silence is all there is. It is the alpha and the omega, it is God's brooding over the face of the waters; it is the blinded note of the ten thousand things, the whine of wings. You take a step in the right direction to pray to this silence, and even to address the prayer to "World." Distinctions blur. Quit your tents. Pray without ceasing.
A priest friend of mine has cautioned me away from the standard God of our childhoods, who loves you and guides you and then, if you are bad, roasts you: God as a high school principal in a gray suit who never remembered your name but is always leafing unhappily through your files.
The field of experience is the whole universe in all directions. Theory remains shut up within the limits of human faculties.
This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?
People have to have a language to speak about where they are and what other possible futures are available to them.
The psychotic does not merely think he sees four blue bivalves with floppy wings wandering up the wall; he does see them. An hallucination is not, strictly speaking, manufactured in the brain; it is received by the brain, like any 'real' sense datum, and the patient act in response to this to-him-very-real perception of reality in as logical a way as we do to our sense data. In any way to suppose he only 'thinks he sees it' is to misunderstand totally the experience of psychosis.
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