Missionaries with Amnesia
"Young man, if ever you would do good, you must preach the gospel and the free grace of God in Christ Jesus"
I recently discovered a sermon preached by C.H. Spurgeon in which he related an anecdote from the life of Adoniram Judson.
I would like to reproduce here verbatim Spurgeon's relating of this anecdote. I think there is a great need to. There are far too many people today who call themselves 'missionaries' but have sadly forgotten what they are supposed to be doing. They have become missionaries with amnesia. What a tragedy that they are not driven, like Judson, like Spurgeon, (and like Paul!), to verbally proclaim the message of Christ in words!
Some of them call themselves 'social missionaries', and believe they are proclaiming the gospel in actions. But in Scripture, the gospel is ALWAYS a message to be verbally proclaimed. Certainly, it is to be accompanied by good works, but the works themselves are NOT the gospel, and anyone who never calls people to repentance and faith in Christ is NOT being a faithful missionary of Christ. They are, to borrow an expression from English law, off on a frolic of their own.
Judson's words, as related by Spurgeon, are a wake-up call. Here's the extract:
"This thought struck me when I was preparing for preaching, that I should have to tell you an old story over again; and just as I was thinking of that, happening to turn over a book, I met with an anecdote of Judson the missionary to Burmah*."
"He had passed through unheard-of hardships, and had performed dangerous exploits for his Master. He returned, after thirty years absence, to America."
"Announced to address an assembly in a provincial town, and a vast concourse having gathered from great distances to hear him, he rose at the close of the usual service, and, as all eyes were fixed and every ear attent, he spoke for about fifteen minutes, with much pathos, of the precious Saviour, of what he had done for us, and of what we owed to him; and he sat down, visibly affected."
"'The people are very much disappointed,' said a friend to him on their way home; 'they wonder you did not talk of something else.'"
"'Why what did they want?' he replied. 'I presented, to the best of my ability, the most interesting subject in the world.'"
"'But they wanted something different ‐ a story.'"
"'Well, I am sure I gave them a story ‐ the most thrilling one that can be conceived of.'"
"'But they had heard it before. They wanted something new of a man who had just come from the antipodes.'"
"'Then I am glad they have it to say that a man coming from the antipodes had nothing better to tell than the wondrous story of the dying love of Jesus. My business is to preach the gospel of Christ; and when I can speak at all, I dare not trifle with my commission.'"
"'When I looked upon those people to-day, and remembering where I should next meet them, how could I stand up and furnish food to vain curiosity - tickle their fancy with amusing stories, however decently strung together on a thread of religion? That is not what Christ meant by preaching the gospel.'"
"'And then how could I hereafter meet the fearful charge, "I gave you one opportunity to tell them of ME; you spent it in describing your own adventures!"'"
"Well, if Judson told the old story after he had been thirty years away, and could not find anything better, I will just go back to this old subject, which is always new and always fresh to us ‐ the precious blood of Christ, by which we are saved."