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“Because I Live, Ye Shall Live Also“

I have a text for the morning sermon. I turn to John 14. Our Lord spoke of His going away and said, yet a little while and the world seeth Me no more but ye see Me. Then follows a sentence which is complete in itself. You could put a period after me and make it a capital B and you’d have a sentence standing alone, one of the greatest utterances in the entire Bible: because I live, ye shall live also.

Now centuries ago, many centuries ago, possibly as long ago as before Moses’ time, there had lived a fine old man. He hadn’t always been old. He had grown up as all do. But now he’s in perhaps late middle life and he is a man deeply troubled and in great physical pain. And with a shadow of impending death hanging over him, as he thought then, he was giving to the world’s oldest and toughest question, a lot of earnest thought. And he asked a question. This question was serious and utterly sincere. Nothing academic here, because upon the answer to this question, rests, not this or that school of thought. But upon the answer to this question rests all the values of light. If it is answered, yes, it changes the whole complexion of our lives. If it is answered, no, it throws a gloomy shadow that can only deepen across our life. The question he asked was, if a man die, shall he live again? And the man who asked the question was the celebrated citizen of Ur, the man named Job.

Now, this old man of God was in trouble, I say, and deeply worried and physically in pain. And he pondered this question and ask it out loud. If a man die, shall he live again? And there was no answer given except more talk which contained no answer.

Now, there is another question which has never been asked for very obvious reasons. It is the exact opposite of the one Job asked. It is, if a man lives, shall he die. Now, nobody’s ever asked that question seriously. If a man lives, shall he die? Nobody’s ever asked that. From Adam, if Adam asked it, it’s not recorded, but nobody ever could have asked it seriously. He would have had to be insincere ever to ask the question, the opposite of, if a man dies shall he live? If a man lives, shall he die? And why was this latter question never asked? Because we do not in sincerity ask the obvious. We know the answer to the question, if a man lives, shall he die? We know the answer to that question in long, sad experience.

There lived in the United States a couple of centuries ago an amazing young man. He was 18 years old when he pondered on the same question that Job had pondered on, and he wrote what was called, A View of Death. And in that he says these words to comfort those who may be expecting to go the way of all the earth. He said in effect, don’t worry too much about it, because when you go, thou shalt lie down with patriarchs of the infant world with kings and the powerful of the earth, the wise and the good, fair forms and whori fears of ages passed, all in one mighty sepulcher.

The golden sun, said this amazing young teenager, the golden sun, the planets and all the infinite host of heaven are shining on the sad abodes of death through the still lapse of ages. All that tread the globe are about a handful to the tribes that slumber in its bosom. And millions in these solitude since first the flight of years began, have laid them down in their last sleep, the dead rein there alone. That was written out of experience, an experience over thousands of years which has never varied. Nobody asked if the sun rises, will it set because of centuries of observation, unvaried and always, always alike. The sun rises and sets and rises and sets. We can count on it. Nobody questions this.

So, a man may ask, if a man die shall he live again, but nobody asks if a man lives, shall he die, because I say the experience has proved and accords with what the Bible teaches, that it’s appointed unto man once to die. Shall he live again?

Now we know that he will die, because that’s demonstrated hourly. But on the other side, there is no answer. The dead do not come back to say, yes, we live again. They have not come back. They do not come back. They maintain a long, unbroken silence. And not all the pleading and coaxing can get one word out of those who are gone. But because we want to believe, because men want to believe they will live after they die, we have invented every kind of reasoning.

Oh, 399 years before the birth of Christ, there lay on a cot in an Athenian prison, a fine old Greek philosopher by the name of Socrates. He had been condemned to death by the Athenian court because of his teachings, and there were gathered around him in his last hour, his friends. There was Fado and Simmias and Cebes and Apollodorus and Crito and a number of others coming and going. And they were asking the old man questions, for he was one of the profoundness thinkers the world ever knew. And they said, Socrates, you’re going to leave us. Where are you going? Or, are you going anyplace? Are you just closing your eyes and going back to the dust to be born round in earth’s diurnal motion with rocks and trees and stones, or what are you going thing to do?

Well, Socrates began to talk, and as he did, he talked long-windingly and gave his reasons for believing that he was going to live again. And one of his chief arguments was what they call recollection. He said, the reason I know I’m going to live again is that I have lived before. He said, I lived before, and everything that I have learned now during this present lifetime is simply a recollection of what I learned before. Reincarnation, they call that in the Far East, but the Greeks called it recollection. He said, learning is recollecting.

And he said, don’t you remember, notice that when something is told you that you hadn’t heard before, how instead of sounding strange to you, it sounds strangely familiar? He said, it’s because you have a deep racial memory. You knew that before; you’re finding it out again. He didn’t tell us what kind of God it would be who would put a man in the world to reincarnate him and teach him over and over and over and over again, the same thing.

But that he went out and into the next world, believing that he was going to live again. But philosophers have been wrong so often, that I, for my part, can’t possibly accept Socrates’ argument. There was no proof, no demonstration. Nobody came back and entered the dark place and said, I am here to tell you they do come back. Men do live again. Nobody was answering the old, old question that Job has asked, if a man die, shall he live again, but we can all submit our reasons. We all submit them you know. But they don’t come back to confirm them.

If I were pressed, if I were being pressed by some studious young man who would come to my study and urge upon me and say, would you give me your reasons for believing in immortality in the future life? I could think of reasons. I have dreamed out the reasons many long years I’ve spent, and I would give reasons. But not one of those reasons would be valid, and not one of them could be proved and not one of them could have any demonstrated proof offered for them.

When I listen to a great something, say, like the Messiah. When I hear a performance of that, and I stand along with the others, all struck while they sing the Hallelujah Chorus, something in my heart says and cries out that says God is the man that can do that. A man that could compose, couldn’t go out like a candle. He couldn’t snuff out like a falling star. He must exist on. He must live on. And then my reason would carry me on to say we who stand breathless to listen to this thing being sung and can appreciate and enjoy it, we can’t die either. That’s what reason would tell me. But reason is wrong so often, I don’t dare trust it.

So, I say this to you, don’t count on anything if you have no better proof than the philosophers. Socrates could be wrong. Don’t count on anything if you have no better proof for it than that of the poets. Poets can be wrong and very often are.

But within the last 100 years or so in the Western world, there has arisen a weird group of dark ladies, with a few gentlemen thrown in, who undertake to get us in touch with the other world. They call them spiritists. And something will happen like this, a businessman, a fine, intelligent, jovial man; a good sense of humor and well educated and prosperous, successful, suddenly slumps over his desk and dies of a heart attack. His wife is heartbroken. She has no hope. He had none. So she goes off to the witch of Endor and pays $50 to some weird sister to get her in touch with her husband. And the weird sister goes into some kind of trance and foams at the mouth and turns pale and pretty soon, the grief-stricken and now delighted widow hears her husband speaking back from the other world.

But you know, here’s the strange thing. I’ve read a lot of those reports of those seances. That’s what the plural is, that where they talk back from the other world. And they always make a man sound like an idiot. Have you ever noticed that? He may have been a perfectly intelligent man. He may have had a good education, loved good music, loved good literature, had a good library and been literate and able to make himself understood in the best circles, but as soon as he dies and his wife goes to a spiritist, he talks like a mumbling, jumbling idiot. Always, it’s the same. That in itself would cancel it out for me. I don’t think a man would be dumber after he’s dead than he was before he died. I can’t see how he’d get that way.

I remember one time in a bookstore seeing a book that was supposed to have been written by the spirit of Shakespeare. One of these weird sisters got in tune with Shakespeare’ spirit. But Shakespeare wrote himself some more sonnets. And he wrote them through the mouth or through the pen of this weird sister and she wrote them down and published them. I saw the book.

Well now, I happen to have read Shakespeare a little now and again and have read and mulled over and memorized his sonnets, a good many of them, so when I came to this, you could only smile. And out of the weeds of her own subconscious, she had raked the old dead leaves, the tattered bits of what she’d remembered and wrote them down as sonnets and said Shakespeare was talking back from the other world. Shakespeare would have been ashamed of it. He would never have allowed it to be printed. She was a victim of her own subconscious.

So, if you don’t count on anything, I say don’t count on anything the spiritists say. Don’t count on anything anybody says unless they can offer proof. If a man die, shall he live? I don’t know, but if a man live, I know he will die. But if he dies, is he going to live? No proof. Nobody’s ever come back and said, here I am. Yes, it’s so.

But listen now. We go back to our text. There lived a Man. That Man was born as no other man was ever born. That Man was born by what the theologians call the Virgin birth. The shadow of the Holy Spirit shall be, of the Holy One, shall be upon thee and the Spirit shall overshadow thee, and that Holy Thing which is born of thee shall be called the Son of God, born without human father of a virgin mother. Born in Bethlehem of Judea in those days of Herod the king.

And when He was born, they came from heaven above to celebrate. They came from the Far East riding their camels to celebrate. The shepherds came in off the fields to celebrate. Something had happened in history, something different from anything that had ever happened before. And they called his name Jesus. And that Man grew to manhood and began to do a work such as none other had ever done. He did a work of healing and opening eyes of the blind, unstopping deaf ears, stilling waves, rebuking winds, walked a complete Victor and Master in the world. And He spake as no other man spake.

So, even after the passing of nearly 2000 years, His teachings rate higher than the teachings of any other religionist that has ever lived. This Man was different from any other man. And when He died, He died as no other Man died. For every man has died for his own sin, but He says, which of you convicteth Me of sin? And his whole life showed that there was no sin there.

This Lord Jesus was different from other men. After He had died and been completely and clear dead, and it was known that He was dead. And He was taken stiff down from the cross, rigor mortis in every cell of that sacred body. They wrapped Him up and laid Him in a tomb, and there He stayed three days. And then He appeared after His decease and His resurrection and revealed Himself to Mary and Peter and the 500 brethren and to the disciples on the road to Emmaus. In other words, God took out of the hands of reason the question of whether if a man died, he shall live again.

He knew that if you can give a reason in favor of something, somebody else can give her a reason against it. He knew that if this school of thought says yes, this school of thought can cancel it out by saying no. He knew that. So, He took the matter of a future life out of the hands of human reason. He canceled out the human brain and said, you don’t have to cudgel your brain and ask yourself questions. You don’t have to invite the considered opinion of the wise and the great of the century. I will demonstrate it to you.

And so, this Man walked out of the grave alive. He had said, because I live ye shall also live. And if He had broken down in the first part of the sentence, we’d have broken down in the last part of it. He said, I’ll live and you’ll live. And because I live, you live. But if He hadn’t lived, we couldn’t live. But He did live and now we can live.

And so, our hope of immortality rests not upon reason. It rests not upon the gracious and kindly thinking of a Socrates. It rests not upon the weird efforts of a spirit that is to penetrate the veil and bring back messages from another world. It rests upon demonstration. He did rise. He did come out of the grave. He did stand up tall and strong and alive forevermore. He did speak to His disciples. He did send the Holy Ghost down in confirmation of His resurrection. He did. And that same Holy Spirit is alive in the world today. And red and yellow, black and white around the world this very hour when I’m talking are united in the Spirit of one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one Father, one hope, one atonement, and one glorious future.

And before He died, He foretold His resurrection and did exactly what He had foretold. He did exactly what He had foretold. He also told and foretold that men should live again. The human mind is caught between hope and fear, hope that we may and fear that we will not. But Jesus Christ said, don’t worry your head about it. Let not your heart be troubled. He knew their troubled hearts and their worry about immortality in the future. Let not your heart be troubled. Ye believe in God.

Why do we always go to take that text to a funeral? That text is like cut flowers always at a funeral. And so, we hesitate from using it because it’s attended all the funerals since Jesus said it. Let not your heart be troubled. Why was he saying that? Because he was going away from them and he was going the only way men can go. He was going by the way of death and the tomb. But He was coming back again, and said, do you believe in God, believe also in Me. And nineteen verses later said, because I live ye shall live also. And He foretold that His friends should rise again. He told them he’d meet them again. He said, I’ll see you. I’ll go before you and I’ll see you and I will prepare a place for you and kept throwing into their minds, as they were able to take it, little bits of glorious truth, telling them and foretelling and predicting. And then He died and rose and fulfilled His part of it. And don’t you think if He fulfilled His part of it, He’ll fulfill our part of it? I think so. And he said, because I live ye shall live also.

So, He is our demonstrated proof. My dear friend, your hope of immortality rests with Jesus Christ. It rests with Him, syncs with Him, rises with Him, lives with Him, or dies with Him. For nobody else has ever done what He did, no other teacher, no other teacher. Oh, I know, Zoroaster was a great teacher. Zoroaster died and nobody ever claimed he rose again. So, all that he taught never was demonstrated, and it can’t be demonstrated, because he never came back to demonstrate.

I talked, as I said last week, I talked in Toledo a week before last to an educated Hindu who came to see me. He heard me preach five times, he come to hear me. I took it as something that he would and he did and brought his prayer books with him with his gods, and explained to me with great tenderness, it was Krishna, his God. Where’s Krishna? Buddha, where’s Buddha? They all died and they all stayed there. Where’s Mrs. Eddie? Where’s Joseph Smith? Where are they. They’re all gone.

I remember back there years ago, that when the tribes of Israel were in the wilderness, and God was getting them sorted out and getting some order out of the chaos, that the Exodus, he said, now, the Levites, would be the priestly tribe. And he said the Aaronic tribe, the Aaronic family is going to be the high priestly family. And some of them got angry and said, why should ye sons of Aaron, why should you take so much upon you? Why should you make priests out of the Aaronic family and not out of the rest of us, of Judah and the rest, Dan and Gad.

So, God said, Moses, have every one of the tribes of Israel cut off a rod. Let them go to a tree and cut off a piece of the tree, a branch, a rod, trim it, trim it, trim it all off, and then put it here in the holy box. And then the next day, go get them. Mark them first so there’ll be identified and the one that blooms, that’s the high priestly tribe, the high priestly family. So, everybody cut himself a rod, and they took it and put it in that holy place. They waited with taught nerves to see what the morning would bring. And the next morning they went and reverently opened it and looked, and lo, eleven rods lay cold and lifeless. And one rod had burst into bloom with flowers and that settled it. The one that can die and live is the high priests.

Jesus Christ stood among men. There had been Moses and Isaiah and David and Jeremiah and Solomon and all the rest of them. Now He comes. And they say, who does He think He is? He talks bigger than Moses talks. He makes David sound small. He outtalks Isaiah. Who does he think He is? And God said, put them all in the grave together, put them all down in the grave and whoever comes out and blooms and blossoms and is fragrant in the morning, that will be my Christ. And on that morning, only one man came forth. Moses still lay in the dust. And Isaiah with all his silver tongue, still laying the dust. And David with his harp still lay in the dust. But the son of God walked in the garden and said, Mary, and she shouted back, Rabboni. She knew He had come out.

So, God Almighty has caused his high priests to bloom and bring forth fruit and fragrance and demonstrated who He is, and that the whole world can know that if a man die, he’ll live again. Live again not in theory. Live again not because it can be proved by science or by philosophy. We live again because a man did live again; because the rod of Aaron blossomed and brought forth through truth.

I live, ye shall live also. And He said, I ascend to my Father and your Father. And we are even as He. This verse, our light affliction which is but for a moment worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, our light affliction. Paul, what’s the matter, our light affliction? Don’t you know that some of the Christians you’re writing to have lost everything? Don’t you know they’ve lost property. They’ve lost their family ties. Their wives or husbands or children have walked out on them, these Christians. He said that it’s all right. It’s a light affliction. It’s nothing compared with what Jesus endured. Which is but for a moment.

But Paul, don’t you know, Bunyan was in jail 14 years. You yourself in jail many years all told. And look, He says, ah, but it’s but for a moment. It’s but for the moment. You see everything is relative. And when you sit 14 years in prison over it against eternity with God. Why, I think your memory would hold it. I don’t suppose John Bunyan even can remember Bedford Jail now. You know, little things that happen only last two or three minutes, you tend to forget them. And what’s 14 years in Bedford Jail along with an eternity at the right hand of God?

And those light afflictions work for us far more in exceeding and eternal weight of glory. Because I live, ye shall live also.

Let me read to you a hymn as I close. Jesus lives and so shall I. Death thy sting is gone forever. Jesus lives and nothing now from my Savior’s love can sever. Jesus lives no longer now can thy terror death appall me. Jesus lives and well I know from the dead He will recall me. Jesus lives to Him the throne over all the world is given. I shall go where he is gone, live and reign with Him in Heaven. Jesus lives my heart knows well, not from me His love can sever. Life nor death nor powers of hell. tear me from His keeping ever. Jesus is my confidence. Because I live, ye shall live also.

“Nicodemus – The Singular Call Of God Upon Him”

Pastor and author A.W. Tozer
January 24, 1954

In the third chapter of John, just four lines. There was a man of the Pharisees named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews. The same came to Jesus by night. Since that is all I intend to talk about tonight, that’s all I’m going to read. I’m to speak tonight of the man of the Pharisees, named Nicodemus. Out of the thousands of millions of people who have lived in the world, and out of the hundreds of thousands of Jews who’ve lived in the world, even hundreds of millions of them, and out of the tens of thousands of Pharisees, the Holy Spirit, let’s say, a pencil of light falls upon the head of one man, Nicodemus, the Pharisee of Israel. And the Holy Spirit who wrote the book and who is rigidly economical in his use of words, nevertheless, devotes twenty-one verses to this story of Nicodemus who visited Jesus, what he said to Christ and what Christ replied to him.

Now this if nothing else would lead us to believe that this is an important story. We’re not done with it tonight. It is vastly important that God ever put it in the Scriptures at all. And therefore, we want to approach it respectfully, reverently and with an inquiring mind. It says that this man Nicodemus was a Pharisee. I think the man Paul, later best described the Pharisees in a phrase that is almost comical. He says these people all know if they would tell, how I lived all my life in the most strictest sense of our religion. The most strictest sect was the Pharisees, the most strictest of all. That double negative doesn’t bother God at all and I’m not going to let it bother me. It means that a Pharisee followed the strictest, straightest letter of Judaism. In addition to being a Pharisee, a fundamentalist par excellence, he was also a ruler. That is, he was a member of the Sanhedrin.

Now, it’s well known, but I’ll throw it in for the sake of those who might not know, that the Sanhedrin was the supreme governing body in Israel, not quite equivalent to our Supreme Court, but very much like it. Because the Sanhedrin had some executive as well as judicial doings. There were seventy of them, and they were composed of the high priest, who was the president, and all the ex-high priests that might be living, and the elders and the legal assessors, and all these, says the books, all these were drawn from the privileged families, whatever that might mean.

The point is, that not every Tom, Dick and Jerry got into the Sanhedrin. He had to be a VIP, which I understand in our day is a very important person, and he had to be in order to get in. He had to be a high priest or an ex-high priest, or an elder or a scribe, or somebody at least from the privileged families. And these members could be either Pharisees or Sadducees just as we can have on our Supreme Court in Washington, men who are either Republicans or Democrats. We can have in our Congress, Republicans or Democrats, and the way we have it, they’re usually fairly well-balanced. Sometimes, only one or two will turn the balance between one and the other, Pharisees and Sadducees there in Washington. But we’re getting a parallel there anyhow.

Now, the Scripture says that Nicodemus came to Jesus; there were seventy of them. And Nicodemus came to Jesus out of seventy, one came. Why? He was separated from Christ by all the wide gulf, that separated all the other sixty-nine, high position, and Jesus was a common carpenter; religious bigotry, and Jesus was anything but a straight-laced bigot. His religious philosophy was as broad as all of Palestine, and you could take in the Mediterranean too. And then pride of his higher position for remember, he belongs to the privileged family, and so did they all. And then, remember the prejudice, the sharp prejudice that an educated Jewish member of the Sanhedrin had against an uneducated fisherman, or an uneducated carpenter who lived among the fishermen, and who had in his little group, some fishermen without any education.

Now, why did Nicodemus cross that gulf? What mysterious power laid hold on the man Nicodemus and not on the other sixty-nine? And why he and not they, or why he and not somebody else? Is the answer simply that he was more sensitive to God’s voice than the rest? Could I repeat again, what I said only a few weeks ago about the prevenient grace of God. The mysterious secret working of God in the souls of men, turning them toward Himself, influencing them toward Himself, and magnetically attracting them toward Himself. That’s the prevenient work of God in the human breast, without which there never could be a conversion.

And I wonder if this man Nicodemus was simply more sensitive to this operation of God than the other sixty-nine, because nobody in a thousand years of jumping up and down on the family Bible could ever make me believe that God showed anything like partiality, that he picked out Nicodemus, and let the other sixty-nine go. The heart of God that yearned over Nicodemus, yearned over the other sixty-nine too, but only Nicodemus came. Why? I think that it was because he was more sensitive to God’s voice.

I am talking to some people right now. You’ve been reared in Christian homes. You’ve been brought up in this Sunday school. You’ve cut your first baby tooth on the back of a hymn book when your mother wasn’t watching you. And still, you’re not right with God or you make some kind of a halfway profession, but you’ll never be much of a Christian if you’re a Christian at all. And the reason is, you lack sensitivity to the in workings of God. It wasn’t because this man was more receptive to spiritual impulses.

Now, some people are more receptive than others to spiritual impulses. Some people are simply extroverts, and you can’t reach them. They’re not sensitive to anything. They live more or less on the level of the stomach. But this man though, he was a Pharisee. And though he was a member of the Sanhedrin and though he had all the high pride with the rest and position and prejudice and bigotry and all that cursed the rest of them too. There must have been a receptivity here to spiritual impulses. I want to keep that alive inside of my soul, brethren. I’d rather lose a leg and hobble along the rest of my life than to lose my spiritual sensitivity. I want to keep it within me.

And then he must have had a humility that the other ones didn’t have. You know, some people are not ever going to get right with God. And the reason is, they don’t have humility. They simply will not humble themselves. Some of us go to this church and not much of anyplace else. And we shuffle in and out of here and we forget that the Christian and Missionary Alliance Church, this particular church, it pays its bills, and it’s honored that way. And its people behave themselves fairly well. And not many go to jail from this church. But nevertheless, in spite of all that, we’re considered to be just a little bit cross-eyed and just a little bit off center. We’re eccentrics. It takes humility to cast in your lot with people who are possibly considered as being necessary that that they see a psychiatrist, or that they do something to balance themselves. We’re off balance.

Now, Jesus had that kind of crowd all around Him. He Himself was considered to be a man, a very strange kind of man. And the people that followed Him were considered, of course, also to be very strange. Now, here was a member of the High Court, and He had to have a lot of humility to humble Himself and cast in His lot with the plain people.

I got a bit of amusement out of a news report that came in over the wires here not so very long ago. That one of the high officials in India was apologizing because he said the news had gone out all over the world that Christian missionaries were being hindered in India. Now, he said, I want you to know that is not true. He said, we are not hindering the propagation of the Christian doctrines in India. And we understand that a few low caste people have believed. I could just hear the pride in that fellow’s voice as this brahman spoke patronizingly, the condescension, about those low castes, that he understood a few had believed in Jesus Christ and he wasn’t going to get in their way. Oh, the bigotry and the pride there. You don’t have to go to Chicago’s Gold Coast or to the Midway. You can go to India or Africa or anywhere, and you will find that there is human pride, and it feasts on almost anything that will make it fat.

Now he crossed over this gulf. And the Scripture says that he came by night, evidently feeling his way. Because you see, Nicodemus well knew what it would cost him. He knew that to follow Christ would cost him something.

I know my friend Reiny Barth too well to believe that he would ever go to Germany and tell the people there, just come, just come, just come as you are, just come and it will cost you nothing. The price has all been paid, just come. Brethren, there is always a price connected with salvation. And our missionaries, I know too well, to believe that they would ever go to any part of the world and simply say, you don’t have to do a thing.

There is a program on the air, and I get the magazine also; somebody sends it to me. Brother, if it’s you, quit sending it. It doesn’t mean a thing to me. They send it in plain paper without a return address. And this fellow has a philosophy of faith. He says everybody has faith. Everybody has faith. Now, that’s point number one. Build on that. Everybody has faith. Everybody in the wide world has faith. And all you have to do is turn your faith in the right direction, toward Christ, and it’s all fixed up. Now, his basic premise is as false as the devil, because Paul says not all men have faith. Faith is not a plant that grows by the way, that everybody has. Faith is a rare plant that grows in a penitent soul only.

And so, the basic teaching that everybody has faith, and all you have to do is use the faith you have is simply humanism in the guise of Christianity. For the faith everybody has is a humanistic faith and it is not the faith that saves. And it is not that faith which is a gift of God to an open heart. This man had a faith that cost him something and he was feeling his way. They say that the man, now, this has a question mark after it, but some scholars believe that this Nicodemus was Nicodemus Ben Gurion, and Nicodemus Ben Gurion was a brother to Flavius Josephus who was of course, as you know, one of the great Jewish historians of the time, who perhaps is the most famous of all the Jewish historians.

And this Nicodemus was one of the three richest men in all Jerusalem. And yet history tells us that later on, the daughter of Nicodemus, they’re one of the three richest men in Jerusalem, and brother to Flavius Josephus possibly, was found picking up corn off of the street where the horses had thrown it out of their feedbags as they traveled down the street. And picking it up and roasting it in order to get something to eat. Why, because when Nicodemus finally threw in his lot with Jesus Christ, they took everything he had, confiscated his property and turned him out as if he were the scum of the earth. And his daughter had to pick up corn on the street to get anything for her stomach. That’s why he came by night. There’s been a tremendous lot of wind wasted on this man, and a great deal of abuse hurled upon him, abuse that he never deserved at all because he came to Jesus by night.

He came feeling his way. He came inquiring. He came asking questions. He wasn’t sure. He only knew that he was spiritually sensitive, and he wanted help. And he also knew the reputation this man had, and he knew what would happen to him and his family and his position and his money and his reputation if he cast his lot with this man.

Now his coming then suggests only one thing. His coming suggests that the soul of man is too nobly conceived and too high born ever to be satisfied with anything less than Jesus Christ. His coming suggests that only Jesus Christ is enough. And I can stand without any embarrassment and say to you that you will find either now or later in your life or at death or in the world to come, that only Jesus Christ is enough.

Now, out of all the rulers, one ruler came. Out of all the Jews, this Jew came. And I want to point out that those who came to Jesus Christ our Lord, came of the various levels of life, and their reason for coming was always about the same.

Let me mention some others that came to Jesus. Here was the rich young ruler that everybody knows about. Now, here, this rich young ruler was an example of a model man because he had four things or three things anyway that everybody might want to emulate. He had wealth and morality and position.

And I can hear a mother when her little boy got out of line, holding up this rich young ruler that lived around the corner, and say, now, why don’t you try to be like that man. Now, there is a successful Jew. There is a moral man. Nobody’s ever found him doing anything wrong. There is a man of high position which he earned by virtue of study and hard work. And there is a wealthy man, and his wealth has come also from shrewdness and hard bargaining. And here is a young man. If you want to be like anybody, choose this young fellow as your example. I can just hear the mothers in Israel in that day holding up this young fellow.

And yet one word tells the secret of his great disappointment. For notice he had the four things that everybody wants, he had youth. Everybody wants youth and mourn when they begin to lose it. Everybody wants wealth although almost everybody modestly says they only just want enough to get along with. And everybody wants morality. Nobody wants really to be bad. Everybody wants morality, or at least admires it. And everybody would like to have a high position.

Now this young fellow had the four things that are supposed to be desirable, which, if you attain to or obtain, will give you peace of mind. And yet this young ruler came to Jesus, and the language of his question, tipped us off, as they say, gave away what was the matter with the young man. He said, what shall I do that I may inherit eternal life? There was the answer. That’s what brought the young man, youth. He looked forward to the time when youth would be no more and withered and palsied and shaken with age, he would brush back his few remaining gray hairs and lie down stiffly on the bed from which he should never rise again. He had to have something with eternity in it. And he knew also that his wealth could not help him then, and his morality could not help him then. And he knew that his position would have to be given up and his place filled by another.

So he came saying, What shall I do for eternity? What shall I do that I might have that eternal life, that eternal quality, which I don’t now have. Oh, my friends, the world is filled with liars. And David didn’t need to apologize when he said, every man is a liar. Because until we are really converted to Christ and the holiness of Christ enters our heart, we are part and parcel of a mighty deception. And that deception is, that you can have peace of mind and be relatively happy and get along fine and make a big success of your human life if you have wealth and morality in high position.

But it’s all false, as the rich young ruler shows us, because there’s one word missing from it all and that is, eternal. If it could be said of him, he had eternal youth. If it could be said of him that his wealth was eternal wealth, if it could be said of him that his position was everlasting, then we might say that wealth and youth and morality and position might be enough for a man. But the word eternal is not there. You have to read it in. The man knew that God had set eternity in his heart. That man knew that his soul was too nobly conceived and too highly born and too much of a universe within itself ever to be satisfied with anything that didn’t have eternity in the middle of it.

Let’s look at another character that came, and that was the Ethiopian chancellor found in the eighth chapter of Acts. Now, he had something else. He had authority, prestige and religion. Read that story sometime and think about what I have said. He had authority, for he was a man of great authority under Queen Candace, who was queen of Ethiopia. And of course, he had the prestige that went with it. And then in addition to that, he was a Jewish proselyte. He was as black as could be, for he was an Ethiopian. He wasn’t a Jew, but he had joined the Jewish religion. And no doubt had undergone the rites that had made him a Jew.

And there was some feast or other going on up in Jerusalem, so he went up there to pray, being a chancellor of the exchequer and the big shot in Ethiopia, of course, he could get permission from Queen Candace. And she said, why certainly go. So, he went and took in the religious festival in Jerusalem among the Jews. And they admired him and admitted him in and took him in among them as a proselyte Jew. And still, not all of this newfound religion, and not all of the swinging of the censors in Jerusalem, and not all of the chanting of the priests and not all of the beauty of the form of their religion could make his heart sing. He couldn’t rejoice. His heart was too discriminating, that man, but when he had met Jesus through faith and the man Philip had preached Jesus unto him, then he immediately says the Scripture went on his way rejoicing.

Now what was it that gave rejoicing to the heart of the Ethiopian chancellor, the eunuch, who served under Queen Candace, and he couldn’t get it anyplace else? It was nothing else then that he found the one of whom Moses and the prophets did write. The Ethiopian eunuch also confirms this, that Nicodemus suggests only Jesus is enough. Religion won’t do. It’s amazing how many things religious people want to do to you. Thank God I’ve never had but two things done to me yet. One, I was baptized, and the other, I had men lay their hands on my empty head and ordained me. And that’s the only two things they’ve ever done to me.

But you know, it’s astonishing how many things they can do to you in churches. They can start when you’re eight days old with circumcision and end up with last rites when you’re 108 years old. And all the time, there’ll be shooting something into you or rubbing something on you or putting something around your neck or making you eat something, or lay off of eating it, or something else. Manipulate you and Swedish massage your soul all the time. And when it’s all done, you’re just what you were, you’re just a massaged sinner, that’s all

When you’re finished, you’re simply a sinner, that didn’t eat, fish, and if you ate fish, then you’re a sinner the did eat fish. And if you made the long journey to the temple, and you’re a sinner that went to the temple. And if you didn’t, then you’re a sinner that didn’t go to the temple. And if you attended the church, then you’re a sinner that went to the church. If your name is on the roll book, then you’re a sinner whose name is on the roll book. And if it isn’t, then you’re a sinner whose name isn’t on the roll book.

Measure it any direction and approach it from anywhere, and we’re sinners, still, after religion has done all, it can do to us. They put us on the roll and educate us and train us and teach us and instruct us and discipline us and when it’s all over, there is still something that says, eternity is in my heart, and I don’t find anything to satisfy us. So you will be searching and searching forever until you find Christ, for only Christ is enough.

Then I think now, I’ll bring this to a close. Don’t get too optimistic, though, for it may be some little time, but I will take as long as you need.

For this woman, Lydia, I’m interested in Lydia. Now Lydia was a career woman. And she was born out of due time. We have our businesswomen now, businesswomen, this and that. Scripture made women to have homes and bear children and keep their husbands happy. But we have now career women and businesswomen, and I suppose it’s all right. And God knows I can’t do anything about it. They just look at me and shrug, push past me and take my seat in the bus. So, I can’t do anything about it.

But I can only say that the businesswomen, they told us back there a few years back those poor women had been trodden down, they said. They said, we’ve trampled the poor ladies under our feet and their faces show the marks of hobnails where we men trampled them down into the ground. And so, they passed an amendment. What was it, the seventh amendment, and it emancipated the ladies and set them free. And now they can go vote and not know what they’re voting for just like the men. And we set the women free to be just as bad as a man and just as miserable. We’ve set the women free to curse and swear and tell dirty stories and smoke filthy cigarettes and run around and come in when they please. We’ve set women free to make nasty political speeches and vote blind. They say they’re free, but they’re not free. They’re simply free to be bad and miserable. of course, they’re free to be good too, if they come to God in Christ.

But the so-called freedom of the modern career woman needs to be reexamined in the light of history and in the light of the female heart. But anyway, apart from that, Lydia came. Now, Lydia had what every woman is supposed to have when she’s perfectly satisfied to have. She’s free now. No more of this being an appendage to a man. No more of this simply being a help meet, strung on as an afterthought. She now takes her place along with bearded men.

All right, Lydia, you were born out of new time. You were a seller of purple; and she traveled. She lived in one town and Paul found her in another, and she was converted, and she came to Jesus too. I wonder why? Ladies, really now, if you were to tell me the truth about this and and not put on that front, and just break right down, is your newfound freedom enough? Is your freedom to yawn and stretch and and be a man if you want to, is it enough? No, you know it isn’t. Lydia found it wasn’t. And every woman if when she finally wakes up, she’ll find it isn’t. Only Jesus Christ is enough.

Now, Lydia found that out. And she came and gave her heart to Jesus Christ, and she was so delighted with what she found that she said to Paul, she had a big house, and she said, Paul, if you think I’m really a convert now. She was used to the Jewish way of looking at women. And they didn’t count women, they only counted men, you know. They belonged to the patriarchal way of looking at things. But she’d broken over the fence. She was one philly that had jumped over the corral. And she should have been the happiest Jewess in all Asian Minor. But in place of that she came humbly to Paul and said, would you tell me about this One. And he told her, and she said, now do you think I’m a believer, come to my house and make it your headquarters. There was Lydia.

And I think of another man as the last, and that is Nathaniel, the plain man. Now I’ve searched about this fellow Nathaniel, and I don’t know who he is. There’s not much said about him and the only thing I know about him is that he was a fellow full of prejudice like any man on the street. He thought nobody could come out of Nazareth. And yet he was a man completely simple. Now, psychology tells us that if we would be simple and sincere and put away strain and pretense and just relax and cast out fear, we will be real persons. If any of you have read widely enough in liberal religious literature to catch on to that real person? Harry Emerson Fosdick wrote a book called, How to be a Real Person.

And being a real person is to be a great, big, glory, Adam of a man or a evil woman, and be all you are; not have any little corners that aren’t developed, not have any inhibitions. But get out in the moonlight and bay the moon and show that you’re a man. Stand up on your hind legs and beat your hairy chest and tell the world today I am a man. Well, that’s what they tell us. Just be a man, be a plain man. Be a real person, simple and sincere and honest and direct and fearless.

And the high priest of that kind of goo was none other than Walt Whitman, that dirty, unkempt, smelly poet of the eastern seaboard. And in his Leaves of Grass, which is the Bible of a great many fellows now, in his Leaves of Grass, he celebrates himself. He says and writes long poems addressed to himself. If this wasn’t a church, I would just bellow and show you how it sounds. But he was a man if you please. And he-man if you please, a Tarzan of America.

Well, Nathaniel was a simpler man, but he was what the psychologists say we ought to be, unafraid, simple, direct, not covering anything, inhibited, humble and plain. And yet, the sun wouldn’t come out for Nathaniel. He lived under a shadow and just couldn’t get the sun to come out. And then somebody came and said, come and see what we’ve seen and find what we found. And they came and found Jesus, and then the sun came out and a new life dawned. And Nathaniel became, according to the scholars, Bartholomew. And he became a follower of Jesus and lives today in the memories of thousands. But it started when he cried, my Lord and my God, and when he turned from his simplicity and his relaxed position.

Now, I got another book last week telling me to relax. And I get letters telling me, now, Brother Tozer, you must relax. If I was as relaxed as all of my friends want me to be, you’d have to sop me up with a sponge. You couldn’t get a hold of me. I’d just be too slippery. But they say, relax and you will be alright.

Now, brethren, Nathaniel was relaxed man. But the sun wouldn’t come out and the joy wouldn’t come. Why? Because man sinned and broke his fellowship with God, lost the gold from his spirit and wandered away like a sheep from the fold, like a son from the household, pulled himself free like a limb from a tree to wither on the ground. And we simply don’t have in us what we need. The way of man is not in himself says the Holy Ghost. Only Jesus Christ is enough, in all of these men’s sake.

Now, there were many rulers in Israel. Why do we find old Nicodemus and the rich young ruler came? There were many women, no doubt, who were sellers of purple and career woman even in that day. Why did only Lydia attach herself to Paul? There were many plain men who walked the streets of Jerusalem and other towns in the Holy Land. Why was it Nathaniel whose name is put here? Was it, I repeat, some secret working of God in the human breast?

Oh, friends, I believe in that secret working. I believe in the secret working of God in the human breast. If I might be allowed a minute of testimony. There is something in the line from which I come that is not religious; moral, on a certain level, but not religious, cold, earthly, profane. And it runs down both lines of my father and my mother. Moral high standards, but completely without a thought of God. God might as well not exist; profane, secular, without a spark of desire after God. Will you tell me why, at 17, I surrounded by unbelief 100%, should find my way to my mother’s attic and kneel on my knees and give my heart to Jesus Christ and be converted. without anybody’s help? Without a human being, without anybody with a marked New Testament, showing me how easy it is. And without any friends to place an arm over my shoulder and pray beside me. That conversion was as real as any man’s conversion has ever been. You tell me why? I don’t know why.

My little mother, cold as stone. My high-strung English father, utterly without regard to God. And none of the members of my family cared for God. I found Christ Jesus my Lord. Why? There is such a thing as the secret working of God in the human breast. There is such a thing as the prevenient workings of the Holy Ghost within the human personality. If you feel the tug of God in your breast, what a happy man you could be. What riches are yours.

If you could be given Fort Knox and the government would supply the trucks to haul all the buried gold to your door. You couldn’t be as rich as you are. If you feel the inner tug of God in your bosom and hear the secret whisper that not very many men hear, to be on God’s prospect list. To be on God’s active list, that God is working, in whose breast God is working is a marvelous thing.

And if you You’ve got a trace of it left, in God’s name, get up tonight and do something about it. If you feel a pull in your bosom this night, do something about. Remember, a thousand men may work where you work and only you feel that tug. God yearns over them all, but they won’ listen. They won’t hear and they kill it within them. If it’s still alive in you, thank God and follow the light. Chicagoans around us by the thousands and even millions, and how few are they who feel the pull and hear the voice and realize that God is speaking. And you don’t have to have a course in theology or know a thousand things about the Bible. You only have to know that you’re a sinner and Christ is a Savior. But those two things together and you have met God’s condition. You’re a sinner and He’s the Savior.

I say the secret working of God; remember one thing. It’s possible to feel that secret working and ruin the whole business. Look at the rich young ruler. He came. He felt it, pulled by his longing for eternity. Young? Yes. But not eternally young. Rich? Yes, but not eternally rich. Moral? Yes, but how could he be sure that his morality was eternal morality? High position? Yes, but not eternal high position. And his soul says, O God, why did you put eternity in my heart and then give me time? I must have eternity. He went looking for a man that could teach him how his eternity might be safe. And he found that Man in Christ Jesus the Lord.

And Jesus stopped and turned from everybody else and talked to this shiny-eyed inquirer. But the last Jesus saw of him was when he was looking sadly at the back of His neck as He walked away. It isn’t enough to be a recipient of the yearnings of God. It isn’t enough to feel the tug of the Spirit. It isn’t enough to feel a longing for heaven and God. It isn’t enough. The rich young ruler proved that. He had all, but he went away. He loved the world.

If you feel that tug within you tonight, cherish it and then follow it. Follow it immediately. Come every soul by sin oppressed. There’s mercy with the Lord. Come every soul by sin oppressed. The Lord will give you rest and give you peace. I want tonight to put out this invitation. If the Holy Spirit has spoken to your heart, come. Come any way you can come. Nicodemus came by night. Someone else came another way. But they came. Come, Will you? For, remember, only Jesus Christ is enough. Have the sensitivity to hear it. Have the humility to obey it.