And now, lastly, we feel sure that this text may be used and must be used, in another sense. To those who reject
the text as a voice of awakening and conviction; to those who despise it as the voice of mercy bemoaning them, or as the
voice of goodness seeking them, it comes in another way. It is the voice of JUSTICE SUMMONING THEM.
Adam had fled, but God must have him come to His bar. “Where are you, Adam? Come here, Man, come here, I must
judge you, sin cannot go unpunished! Come, and your guilty spouse with you. Come here; I must put questions to you; I
must hear your pleading, and since they will be vain and void, I must pronounce your sentence.” For though there was
much of pity in the question, there was something of severity, too. “Adam, Adam, where are you? Come here to be
judged.” Today you hear not that cry; it is mercifully postponed. You shall hear it soon; you shall hear it for the first
time like mutterings of thunder when the storm begins; when sickness casts you on your bed, and Death looks through
his bony eyes upon you, and touches you with his ghastly hand, and says, “Prepare to meet your God.” You may put off
the question today; you will have to deal with it when God Himself shall come into closer contact with your nature than
He does today. Then shall your bones be as a jelly, and your ribs shall quake, and your very heart shall melt like wax!
You shall contend with the pains of sickness or disease; but there shall be a direr pain than these! You shall have to look
on death, but death shall not be the most terrible of all your terrors, for you shall see behind death the judgment and the
doom! Then you will hear it, when the room is silent, and voices of wife and children are hushed; when only the clock is
ticking, you shall hear the steps of God coming to you in the eventide of your life, saying to you, “Where are you? Now
you shall meet Me. Gird up your loins! No more invitations of mercy for you! Your day of mercy is gone! No warnings
from the minister; now you shall meet Me face to face.” “Where are you?”
Can you brag and boast now, when your nerves have become roads for the hot feet of pain to travel on, and your
strength has gone and fled, and you are as a candle ready to die out? Where now are your oaths? Where now your merrymakings
and your jests? Where are you now? You may toss and turn, but you will not be able to escape the question! You
will try to look back to this life, but you will be compelled to look forward to the life or the death to come! And still will
the Lord whisper into your ears, “Where are you? Where are you?” Then shall come the last struggle, when the strong
man shall be bowed, when the bright and glittering eyes shall be covered over with film, and the tongue shall cleave to
the roof of the mouth, and the hands shall lie with no strength on the bed, and the feet shall no more be able to support
the body; when the pulse shall fail, and the clammy death-sweat shall stand upon the brow; and in those last moments
there will still be heard that awful voice, rising with the gathering storm till it reaches the full grandeur of the awful
tempest—“Where are you?” In the Jordan without God; nearing the grave without hope; dying, but no Christ to help
you; launching upon eternity, but no hope of eternal salvation! It is over, and the last pang has passed, and the thread is
snapped that bound the spirit to the body, and you are gone into another world! But the question follows you—“Where
are you?” Your Spirit is now awake; it sleeps no more; it is rid of the dull flesh that kept it sullen, stolid, stupid, dead.
Now it hears that Voice, indeed, and it thrills through and through the spirit, for the soul is brought before its God!
“Where are you? Where are you?” cries the quickened conscience; ad God answers it, “Depart, you cursed one!” The
spirit departs from God, not to hide itself among the trees of the garden, but to plunge itself into waves of agony! And
how many years have passed, and the body, though the soul has been alive and has suffered, has been sleeping in the
grave, and the worms have devoured it?
But hark, the Day of Judgment! The day of thunder has arrived! Shrill above all thunders sounds the awful trumpet.
And after the trumpet comes the voice—“Awake, you dead, and come to judgment!” Amidst that awful tumult is heard
the cry, “Where are you?” The angelic messenger has found your body, and from the grave your body starts, from underneath
the green sward. Up it leaps in answer to the question, “Where are you?” and to its horror its ghastly spirit comes
back. Its soul, that long has suffered, returns into the resurrection body, and they two, comrades in sin, are now comrades
in judgment! The cry rings forth once more, and that very ear shall hear it that now listens to me—“Where are
you?” Then comes the Great White Throne, and those very eyes shall see it that now gaze on me! And then comes the
commencement of the dread assize—and that heart shall quail then which moves not now! Then shall come your own
personal trial; and oh, Sinner! Sinner! It is not for me to describe your terror! I could not give even the faintest picture of
that death-sound, and of the death of your immortal spirit while you hear it—“I was hungry, and you gave Me no meat;
I was thirsty, and you gave Me no drink; inasmuch as you did it not unto one of the least of these, My brethren, you did it
not to Me; and these shall go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into life eternal.” Oh, Earth! Earth!
Earth! Hear the Word of the Lord! I pray each of you to hear it for yourselves! I have not talked to you of dreams. You
know they are realities. And if you know it not now, you shall before long. I do beseech you by the blood of Him who
died for sinners—and what stronger argument can I use?—think of the question, “Where are you?” May God show you
where you are! Hear the bemoaning voice of God, as pityingly He weeps over you! Seek His face, for He seeks you; and
then you need not dread to hear Him say at the last, “Where are you?” But you will be able to say, “Here am I, and the
children You have given me. We have washed our robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb; and, Father,
here we are, hoping to dwell in Your Presence forever and ever.”
Oh, that I could plead with you as a man pleads for his life! Would that these lips of clay were lips of fire, and this
tongue no more of flesh, but a live coal taken with the tongs from off the altar! Oh, for words that would burn their way
into your souls! O Sinner! Sinner! Why will you die? Why will you perish? Man, eternity is an awful thing, and an angry
God is a dreadful thing! And to be judged and condemned—what tongue can tell the horror? Escape for your life; look
not behind you; stay not in all the plain; escape to Mount Calvary, lest you be consumed! “Believe on the Lord Jesus
Christ.” Trust Him alone with your soul; trust Him with it now, “and you shall be saved, and your house.”
Adapted from The C. H. Spurgeon Collection,.
PRAY THE HOLY SPIRIT WILL USE THIS SERMON
TO BRING MANY TO A SAVING KNOWLEDGE OF JESUS CHRIST.
God Bless.