Charles Spurgeon has always been a preaching hero of mine. He preached deep, doctrinal sermons, and reached people for Jesus in crazy big ways at the same time. Though he loved doctrine and theological depth, he loved seeing people come to Jesus more. He once said, “I would sooner bring one sinner to Jesus Christ than unravel all the mysteries of the divine Word.”
Spurgeon knew how important it was to bring people to Jesus, because he never got over the way that God had brought him to Jesus. Hearing him tell his conversion story should inspire all of us to tell the good news to others, whether we think we’re eloquent or not.
Here is how Spurgeon tells his story:
I sometimes think I might have been in darkness and despair until now, had it not been for the goodness of God in sending a snowstorm one Sunday morning while I was going to a certain place of worship. When I could go no further, I turned down a side street, and came to a little Primitive Methodist Chapel. In that chapel there may have been a dozen or fifteen people. I had heard of the Primitive Methodists, how they sang so loudly that they made people’s heads ache; but that did not matter to me. I wanted to know how I might be saved, and if they could tell me that, I did not care how much they made my head ache.
The minister did not come that morning; he was snowed in, I suppose. At last, a very thin-looking man, a shoemaker, or tailor, or something of that sort, went up into the pulpit to preach. Now, it is well that preachers should be instructed; but this man was really stupid. He was obliged to stick to his text, for the simple reason that he had little else to say.