(Charles Spurgeon, “Christ the Glory of His People”)
Alas! alas! It makes a Christian’s blood boil to see
glory given to a pack of scamps who call themselves
Does it not make a man feel, when you see pictures
of ‘his holiness’ and the cardinals, and so on, scattering
their benedictions at the Vatican, or at St. Peter’s, while
admiring crowds fall down and worship them, that it were
infinitely better to bow to the devil himself?
We give glory unto God, but not a particle of glory to
anything in the shape of a man, or an angel either.
Have I not stood and seen the crowds by hundreds fall
down and worship images and dressed up dolls? I have
seen them worship bones and old teeth; I have seen
them worship a skeleton, dressed out in modern costume
said to be the skeleton of a saint.
I have marveled to see people so infatuated as to think
that such idolatry was pleasing to the most high God.
We, brethren, the people of God, who know Christ, can give
no glory to this rubbish, but turn away from it with horror!
Our glory must be given to Christ, and to Christ alone!
Christ and Christ only must be the grand object of the
Christian; the promotion of His glory must be that for
which he is willing to live, and for which, if needs be,
he would be prepared to die.
Oh! down, down, down, with everything else–but up,
up, up, with the cross of Christ!
Down with your baptism, and your masses, and your
sacraments! Down with your priest-craft, and your rituals,
and your liturgies! Down with your fine music, and your
pomp, and your robes, and your garments, and all your
But up, up, up, with the doctrine of the naked cross,
and the expiring Savior!