Paul, in my text, is explaining his reason for not preaching the Gospel with what he calls' the words of man's wisdom,' and he says, in effect, It would be of no use if I did, because what settles whether the Cross shall look "foolishness"to a man or not is the man's whole moral condition, and what settles whether a man shall find it to be "the power of God"or not is whether he has passed into the region of those that are being saved.'
So there are two thoughts suggested which sound as if they were illogically combined, but which yet are both true. It is true that men perish, or are saved, because the Cross is to them respectively foolishness' or the power of God'; and the other thing is also true, that the Cross is to them foolishness,' or the power of God' because, respectively, they are perishing or being saved. That is not putting the cart before the horse, but both aspects of the truth are true.
If you see nothing in Jesus Christ, and His death for us all, except foolishness,' something unfit to do you any good, and unnecessary to be taken into account in your lives--oh, my friends! that is the condemnation of your eyes, and not of the thing you look at. If a man, gazing on the sun at twelve o'clock on a June day, says to me, It is not bright,' the only thing I have to say to him is, Friend, you had better go to an oculist.' And if to us the Cross is foolishness,' it is because already a process of perishing' has gone so far that it has attacked our capacity of recognising the wisdom and love of God when we see them.
But, on the other hand, if we clasp that Cross in simple trust, we find that it is the power which saves us out of all sins, sorrows, and dangers, and shall save us' at last into His heavenly kingdom.'
Dear friends, that message leaves no man exactly as it found him. My words, I feel, in this sermon, have been very poor, set by the side of the greatness of the theme; but, poor as they have been, you will not be exactly the same man after them, if you have listened to them, as you were before. The difference may be very imperceptible, but it will be real. One more, almost invisible, film, over the eyeball; one more thin layer of wax in the ear; one more fold of insensibility round heart and conscience--or else some yielding to the love; some finger put out to take the salvation; some lightening of the pressure of the sickness; some removal of the peril and the danger. The same sun hurts diseased eyes, and gladdens sound ones. The same fire melts wax and hardens clay. This Child is set for the rise and fall of many in Israel.' To the one He is the savour of life unto life; to the other He is the savour of death unto death.' Which is He, for He is one of them, to you?
