BEHOLD, A GREATER THAN SOLOMON IS HERE

Luke 11:31 The queen of the south shall rise up in the judgment with the men of this generation, and condemn them: for she came from the utmost parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon; and, behold, a greater than Solomon is here.

Spurgeon Sermon

“Behold a greater than Solomon is here”—Luke 11:31

A Greater Than Solomon

Excerpts…

What if you seem to be deprived of every comfort, and you are brought into a strange and solitary way, where you find no city to dwell in? Yet a guide is near, and that guide is not foolish; …

but a greater than Solomon is here. 

So you will find it, O sufferer. Infinite wisdom is in your lot. Come, poor child, do not begin to interfere with your Saviour’s better judgment, but let it order all things. 
Do not let your little “know” ever rise up against the great knowledge of your dear Redeemer. 

Think of this when you wade in deep waters and comfortably whisper to yourself …

“A greater than Solomon is here.”

But, oh, when you consider all the wealth of Solomon, what poor stuff it is compared with the riches that are treasured up in Christ Jesus.

Beloved, He who died upon the cross, and was indebted to a friend for a grave; 

He who was stripped even to the last rag ere He died; 

He who possessed no wealth but that of sorrow and sympathy, yet had about Him the power to make many rich, and He has made multitudes rich—rich to all the intents of everlasting bliss; and therefore He must be rich Himself.

Is He not rich who enriches millions? 

Why, our Lord Jesus Christ, even by a word, comforted those that were bowed down. 

When He stretched out His hand He healed the sick with a touch. 

There was a wealth about His every movement. 

I want this truth to come home to you: 

I want you to recognize the riches of Christ, you that are His people; and, in addition, to remember the truth of our hymn—

Since Christ is rich can I be poor?

What can I want besides?

I wish we could learn to reckon what we are by what Christ is. 

An old man said, “I am very old; I have lost my only son; I am penniless; and, worst of all, I am blind. But,” added he, “this does not matter, for Christ is not infirm; Christ is not aged; Christ has all riches; and Christ is not blind; and Christ is mine; and I have all things in Him.” 

Could you not get hold of that somehow, brothers and sisters? 

Will not the Holy Spirit teach you the art of appropriating the Lord Jesus and all that He is and has?

If Christ be your representative, why, then you are rich in Him. Go to Him to be enriched. 

Suppose I were to meet a woman, and I knew her husband to be a very wealthy man, and that he loved her very much, and she were to say to me, “I am dreadfully poor; I do not know where to get raiment and food.” “Oh,” I should say, “That woman is out of her mind.” If she has such a husband, surely she has only to go to him for all that she needs. And what if nothing is invested in her name, yet it is in his name, and they are one, and he will deny her nothing.” I should say, “My good woman, you must not talk in that fashion, or I will tell your husband of you.” 

Well, I think that I shall have to say the same of you who are so very poor and cast down, and yet are married to Jesus Christ. I shall have to tell your Husband of you, that you bring such complaints against Him, for all things are yours, for ye are Christ’s and Christ is God’s; 

wherefore, “lift up the hands that hang down, and confirm the feeble knees”; use the knees of prayer and the hand of faith, and your estate will well content you. 

Do not think, that you are married to Rehoboam, who will beat you with scorpions, for you are joined to a greater than Solomon. 

Do not fancy that your heavenly Bridegroom is a beggar. All the wealth of eternity and infinity is His; how can you say that you are poor while all that He has is yours?

Now, thirdly, and very briefly indeed. There was one point about Solomon in which every Israelite rejoiced, namely that he was the prince of peace. His name signifies peace. 

Ah, but in that matter a greater than Solomon is here;

for Solomon could not give his subjects peace of mind, he could not bestow upon them rest of heart, he could not ease them of their burden of guilt, or draw the arrow of conviction from their breast and heal its smart. 

But I preach to you tonight that blessed divine Man of Sorrows who has wrought out our redemption, and who is greater than Solomon in His peace-giving power. 

Oh, come and trust Him. Then shall your “peace be as a river, and your righteousness like the waves of the sea.” 

Am I addressing one of God’s people who is sorely troubled, tumbled up and down in his thoughts? I

Brother or sister, do not think that you must wait a week or two before you can recover your peace. You can become restful in a moment, for “He is our peace”—even He Himself, and He alone. 

And, oh, if you will but take Him at once, laying hold upon Him by the hand of faith as your Saviour, this Man shall be the peace even when the Assyrian shall come into the land. 

There is no peace like the peace which Jesus gives; 

it is like a river, deep, profound, renewed, ever flowing, overflowing, increasing and widening into an ocean of bliss. 

“The peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your heart and mind, through Jesus Christ.” 

Oh, come to Him. Come to Him at this moment. Do not remain an hour away from your Noah, or rest, for with Him in the ark your weary wing shall be tired no longer. 

You shall be safe and restful the moment you return to Him. 

The fruit of the Spirit is joy. I want you to get that joy and to enter into this peace. Blessed combination, joy and peace! 

Peace, peace, there is music in the very word: 

get it from Him who is the Word, and whose voice can still a storm into a calm. 

A greater than Solomon is here to give you that peace; 

Come to Him to teach and strengthen you. He is the wise master-builder; come and be workers together with Christ. Baptize your weakness into His infinite strength, and you shall be strong in the Lord, and in the power of His might. God help you to do so.

What is faith made for but to believe that which seems impossible?

when everything goes well is but the expectation of reason; but to expect it when everything goes ill, is the triumph of Abrahamic confidence. 

Look upon the great mountain and say, “Who art thou, O great mountain? Before the true Zerubbabel thou shall become a plain.” 

In the blackest midnight, when the ebon darkness stands thick and hard as granite before you, believe that, at the mystic touch of Christ, the whole of it shall pass away, and at the brightness of His rising the eternal light shall dawn, never to be quenched. 

This is to act the part of a believer; and I ask you to act that part, and believe to the full in Christ the Omnipotent. 

What means this stinted faith in an almighty arm? 

What a fidget we are in and what a worry seizes us if a little delay arises! Everything has to be done in the next ten minutes, or we count our Lord to be slack. Is this the part of wisdom? The Eternal has infinite leisure, who are we that we should hasten Him?

They say that if again there were stakes in Smithfield we should not find men to burn at them for Christ. I tell you, it is not so. The Lord Jesus Christ has at this moment a remnant according to the election of His grace who would fling themselves into a pit of fire for Him, and joy to do it. “Who can separate us”—even us poor pygmies—”from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord?” 

“Oh,” says one, “I do not think I could suffer martyrdom.” You are not yet called to do so, my brother, and God has not given You the strength to do it before the need arises; but you will have strength enough if ever it comes to your lot to die for Jesus. 

Did you never hear of the martyr who, the night before he was to be burnt, sat opposite the fire, and, taking his shoe off, he held his foot close to the flame till he began to feel the burning of it? He drew it back and said, “I see God does not give me power to bear such suffering as I put upon myself, but I make none the less doubt,” said he, “that I shall very well stand the stake tomorrow morning, and burn quick to the death for Christ without starting back.” And so he did, for he was noticed never to stir at all while the flames were consuming him. 

There is a great deal of difference between your strength today and what your strength would be if you were called to some tremendous work or suffering. 

My Lord and Master, let me tell you, wakes more enthusiasm in human breasts at this moment than any other name in the universe. 

Napoleon once said, “I founded a kingdom upon force, and it will pass away”; but “Christ founded a kingdom upon love, and it will last forever and ever.” 

And so it will. Blot out the name of Christ from the hearts of His people? Strike you sun from the firmament, and quench the stars; and when you have achieved that easy task, yet have you not begun to remove the glory of the indwelling Christ from the hearts of His people. 

We are dead with Him, wherein also we were buried with Him and are risen again with Him; and there is nothing at this moment that stirs our soul like the name of Jesus. Speak for yourselves. Is it not so? 

Have you never heard of one who lay dying, his mind wandering, and his wife said to him, “My dear, do you not know me?” He shook his head; and they brought near his favorite child. “Do you not know me?” He shook his head. One whispered, “Do you know the lord Jesus Christ?” and he said, “He is all my salvation and all my desire.” Oh, blessed name! Blessed name! 

Oh, my brethren, sound out the praises of Jesus Christ! Sound out that precious name! There is none like it under heaven to stir my heart. I hope you can all say the same. I know you can if you love Him; for all renewed hearts are enamored of the sweet Lord Jesus. 

“A greater than Solomon is here.”

Solomon has no power over your hearts, but Jesus has. His influence is infinitely greater; his power to bless is infinitely greater; and so let us magnify and adore Him with all our hearts.

Oh, that all loved Him! Alas that so many do not! What strange monsters! Why, if you do not love Christ, what are you at? You hearts of stone, will you not break? If His dying love does not break them, what will? If you cannot see the beauties of Jesus, what can you see? You blind bats! 

O you that know not the music of His name, you are deaf. O you that do not rejoice in Him, you are dead. What are you at, that you are spared through the pleadings of His love, and yet do not love Him? God have mercy upon you, and bring you to delight yourselves in Christ, and trust him! As for us who do trust Him, we mean to love Him and delight in Him more and more, world without end. Amen.

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About Cathy

I am a born again Christian, saved in 1988 at the age of 38. My mother was born again in her old age, in her 80's. Her name is Giannina which means "God is gracious."
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