The Treasury of David
by Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892)
Well may
the saints long for heaven, for no evil men will dwell there, nor sinners inthe congregation of the righteous. All our congregations on earth are
mixed. Every church has one devil in it. The tares grow in the same furrows as
the wheat. There is no floor which is as yet thoroughly purged from chaff.
Sinners mix with saints, as dross mingles with gold. God’s precious diamonds
still lie in the same field with pebbles. Righteous Lots are this side of
heaven continually vexed by the men of Sodom. Let us rejoice, then, that in “the general assembly and church of the firstborn” above, there shall by no means be admitted a single unrenewed soul.
Sinners cannot live in heaven. They would be out of their element. Sooner could
a fish live upon a tree than the wicked in Paradise. Heaven would be an
intolerable hell to an impenitent man, even if he could be allowed to enter;
but such a privilege will never be granted to the man who perseveres in his
iniquities. May God grant that we may have a name and a place in his courts
above!
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