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"Church Growth Spurgeon Style: Preaching Without Notes"

G. Albert Darst
"Preaching has been considered to be an art and a science; an art because it is fashioned according to the Preacher, and a science because it has Divine established laws to follow."  (Ron Tottingham)

"Preaching: the transmission of a Person through a person to a company of persons."  (Anonymous)

"When I get to hear a man preach, I want him to act like he's fighting bumblebees."  (Abraham Lincoln)

"Think yourself empty; read yourself full; write yourself clear; pray yourself clean; get in the pulpit and let yourself go!"  (W.H. Griffith Thomas)

"Preach as though Christ were crucified yesterday, rose from the dead today, and is coming again tomorrow."  (Anonymous)

"I preached as never sure to preach again, and as a dying man to dying men."  (Richard Baxter)

Sermon preparation: "Not what I can find for them, but what I can find for me." (gad)

"Why do preachers preach to people's needs?  Because people are self-absorbed and self-centered." (gad) 

"Mr. Nettleton, used to advise the people at the close of his meetings to go home as still as possible--to say nothing to each other on the way about the sermon, or anything else, but to 'commune with their own hearts and be still'."



Preaching the Word
"M
aking Known the Son,
I
n the Presence of the Father,
T
hrough the Power of the Spirit,
A
ccording to the Revelation of the Word."
 
(G. Albert Darst)

Godly Character

Give me a man of God--one man,
Whose faith is master of his mind
And I will right all wrongs
And bless the name of all mankind.

Give me a man of God--one man,
Whose tongue is touched with heaven's fire,
And I will flame the darkest hearts
With high resolve and clean desire.

Give me a man of God--one man,
One mighty prophet of the Lord,
And I will give you peace on earth,
Bought with a prayer and not a sword.

Give me a man of God--one man,
True to the vision that he sees,
And I will build your broken shrines
And bring the nations to their knees.
(George Liddell)

The Melted Heart
by A.B. Earle 

I have learned that a minister may be very anxious for souls and labor earnestly for a revival, even weep over lost men, yet not have a full outfit for his work. He may earnestly believe he is fully in the work and prepared to lead his flock yet not have any real soul travail himself.

Some years ago I was holding a mission. I visited from house to house, prayed with different families and felt very anxious for a revival. I worked hard and looked pale from hard work. It seemed I would have been willing to die for souls, yet I found my heart was not thoroughly melted.

I preached quite a number of times in all the earnestness of my heart and tried more and more earnestly to get the Christians near enough to Christ to have a revival. I wondered why they did not melt down. I was half discouraged. After prayer, fasting and much labor, I went alone before God and inquired what the matter was and what more we could do.

Then God seemed to speak to me by the Spirit and say, "You are just as cold as the Christians to whom you are preaching."
It startled me!

"Am I cold?" I asked.

"Your heart has not really broken up for years."

I said, "Did I not weep while
preaching this afternoon?"
"You did, but it was water run
ning from ice when the sun is on it."

Then I saw it all; I saw it all; I saw the difference between anxiety and soul travail. I had a great anxiety, but no soul travail. I then saw why souls were not saved and God's work was not revived. The fault was largely with the minister, and in this case I was the minister.

I went to the pastor and told him what I had discovered. After a little, as he looked into his own heart, he said, "I am in the same state."

No wonder there was no more done. Ministers had not the upper-room power; they had but little power with God.

We prayed with and for each other for some days, but my heart did not melt. I knew there was power enough in Christ to break up the fountain of my heart and there was efficacy in prayer. So I resolved to spend the night alone with God.

What a night it was! I had, I think, twenty seasons of prayer that night; but my heart seemed to rebel and grow harder.

After four hours I had used all my arguments with God, and my heart had not melted. I finally used the publican's prayer for hours: 'God, be merciful to me a sinner! God, be merciful to me a sinner!'

I did not detect any immorality in my life, but I lacked the anointing; I needed the baptism of painthe real birth pain that brings souls into the kingdom.

Toward morning the fountain broke up; my heart melted as it had not done for years.

In the morning I went out and said the very words I had used the day before. Now the wicked broke down. I preached a little sermon to the church, and they broke down, and the work broke out with power.

I found the fault had been with the preacher. I myself was in the way when I was so anxious and working so hard. I could not say the deacons and members of the church were right, but how soon they melted when the minister melted!

For more than sixty years since then I have noticed that, as soon as the pastors have melted down and led the way, the churches have usually quickly followed; and I have worked with about ten thousand ministers over the country. If the pastors with whom I have worked have not melted down and received the baptism of real soul travail, the work has usually been light and unsatisfactory; but if they have received the baptism of pain, so that they really travailed in birth for the lost men, I have never known failure. 

Preach, Preach, Preach

"I received some years ago, orders from my Master to stand at the foot of the Cross until He came.  He has not come yet; but I mean to stand there till He does.  If I should disobey His orders, and leave those simple truth which have been the means of the conversion of souls, I know not how I could expect His blessing.  Here, then, I stand at the foot of the Cross, and tell out the old, old story stale though it may sound to itching ears, and worn threadbare as critics may deem it.  It is of Christ I love to speak--of Christ, who loved, and lived, and died; the substitute for sinners; the Just for the unjust, that He might bring us to God.

Go on with your preaching.  Cobbler, stick to your last; preacher, stick to your preaching.  In the great day, when the muster-roll shall be read, of all those who are converted through fine music, and church decoration, and religious exhibitions and entertainments, they will amount to the tenth part of nothing; but it will always please God by the foolishness of preaching to save them that believe.  Keep to your preaching; and if you do anything beside, do not let it throw your preaching into the background.  In the first place preach, in the second place preach, and in the third place preach.

There are evils brethren...But we have only one remedy for them; preach Jesus Christ, and let us do it more and more.  By the roadside, in the little room, in the theatre, anywhere, everywhere, let us preach Christ.  Write books if you like, and do anything else within your power; but whatever else you cannot do, preach Christ.  ...Preaching is our great weapon, so use it perpetually.  Preaching is the Lord's battering-ram, wherewith the walls of old Babylon are being shaken to their foundations.  Work on with it, brother, work on.  Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, till you can preach no more, and then go above to sing the praises of God in Heaven, and to make known the wonders of redeeming love."
C. H. Spurgeon