Lantana Grace Church
Scriptures Alone! Grace Alone! Christ Alone!

By: Lantana Grace Church | March 02, 2017

What a mass of wickedness is hereabouts; what tens of thousands in this immediate neighborhood who know nothing of God. Here is a city with very nearly three millions of inhabitants; it is not a city but an empire in itself. What shall we do when we are on our knees. I confess I have sometimes found myself utterly unable to express my desires in prayer to God for this city. When you once get a notion of its sin, its infamy, its dens, its innumerable missionaries teaching Satanic doctrines, its multitudes of men and women whose likelihood it is to ensnare the simple ones, it is an awful burden to carry before God, you cannot pray for London except in sighs and groans. Good old Roby Flockhart, who stood for many years in the streets of Edinburgh, and used to be much laughed at, but who preached every night in the week, and had during the winter months a little lantern which he put upon a stick and then stood in a corner and preached to the passers by, with a great power, but much eccentricity. That good man was eminent in his prayers when alone. A gentleman told me that he went one night to see poor Robert, he was extremely poor; the candle had been blown out and he stumbled his way up two or three pair of stairs and came at last to Flockhart’s room; he opened the door and he could not see the good old man, but he could hear hear say, “O Lord, dinna forget Edinboro’, dinna forget Edinboro’, turn not away thine hand from auld Reekie, dinna forget her. Lord; thy servant will never give thee rest till thou pour out thy spirit upon Edinboro.” My friend stood still, and there was that old man alone with his God; my friend had never heard such groaning and crying; it seemed as if he could even hear the falling of his tears while he prayed for God to bless Edinburgh, and to pour out his Spirit upon that city. He made some noise, and the old man said, “There is somebody there I suppose.” He struck a light and found he had taken one of the pillows of his bed to kneel upon by the side of an old chair which was about the only furniture, with the exception of the bed. He would pray for Edinburgh by the hour together, and then go out to preach, though many laughed at and hooted him. Oh, one wants to feel like that for London too, kneeling there till one’s knees are sore, crying, “Do not forget London do not forget London. Lord turn not thy face from London, but make bare thine arm in this great city.”


Charles Spurgeon

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