Spurgeon Morning and Evening – April 23, 2026: More Than Conquerors and the Wounds of the Lamb

Morning

“Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.” Romans 8:37

We go to Christ for forgiveness, and then too often look to the law for power to fight our sins. Paul thus rebukes us, “O foolish Galatians, who hath bewitched you, that ye should not obey the truth? This only would I learn of you, Received ye the Spirit by the works of the law, or by the hearing of faith? are ye so foolish? having begun in the Spirit, are ye now made perfect by the flesh?” Take your sins to Christ’s cross, for the old man can only be crucified there: we are crucified with him. The only weapon to fight sin with is the spear which pierced the side of Jesus. To give an illustration—you want to overcome an angry temper; how do you go to work? It is very possible you have never tried the right way of going to Jesus with it. How did I get salvation? I came to Jesus just as I was, and I trusted him to save me. I must kill my angry temper in the same way. It is the only way in which I can ever kill it. I must go to the cross with it, and say to Jesus, “Lord, I trust thee to deliver me from it.” This is the only way to give it a death-blow. Are you covetous? Do you feel the world entangle you? You may struggle against this evil so long as you please, but if it be your besetting sin, you will never be delivered from it in any way but by the blood of Jesus. Take it to Christ. Tell him, “Lord, I have trusted thee, and thy name is Jesus, for thou dost save thy people from their sins: Lord, this is one of my sins; save me from it!” Ordinances are nothing without Christ as a means of mortification. Your prayers, and your repentances, and your tears—the whole of them put together—are worth nothing apart from him. “None but Jesus can do helpless sinners good;” or helpless saints either. You must be conquerors through him who hath loved you, if conquerors at all. Our laurels must grow among his olives in Gethsemane.

My Morning Reflection

Beloved, let this word sink slowly into the depths of your soul. We are more than conquerors — not through our own effort, not through repeated resolutions, not through better habits or stronger willpower. We are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. The battle against sin is not won by looking to the law for power; it is won by looking again to the cross.

The old man can only be crucified there. Every besetting sin, every angry temper, every covetous thought must be taken to the cross and left there. The spear that pierced His side is the only weapon that can pierce our sin to the heart. This is the Christian’s daily rhythm — not self-improvement, but continual faith in the One who has already conquered.

How often we grow weary in the fight and turn to our own strength. Paul’s rebuke to the Galatians is for us today: having begun in the Spirit, are we now made perfect by the flesh? No. The same grace that saved us is the grace that sanctifies us. The same cross that forgave us is the cross that kills our sin.

Look to Christ this morning. Bring every failure, every struggle, every lingering sin to Him. He is not weary of your coming. He is the One who loved us and gave Himself for us. In Him we are more than conquerors. Rest in that love. Fight from that victory.

The world offers cheap victories that fade. Christ offers a conquest that is eternal. Fix your eyes on the exalted One, and let every step you take today be marked by the quiet assurance that your Redeemer lives and reigns — and you will reign with Him.

Nectared Goad: Beloved, if you are more than a conqueror through Him who loved you, why are you still fighting your sins in your own strength? Will you take the next temptation straight to the cross and leave it there?

Evening

“Lo, in the midst of the throne … stood a Lamb as it had been slain.” Revelation 5:6

Why should our exalted Lord appear in his wounds in glory? The wounds of Jesus are his glories, his jewels, his sacred ornaments. To the eye of the believer, Jesus is passing fair because he is “white and ruddy:” white with innocence, and ruddy with his own blood. We see him as the lily of matchless purity, and as the rose crimsoned with his own gore. Christ is lovely upon Olivet and Tabor, and by the sea, but oh! there never was such a matchless Christ as he that did hang upon the cross. There we beheld all his beauties in perfection, all his attributes developed, all his love drawn out, all his character expressed. Beloved, the wounds of Jesus are far more fair in our eyes than all the splendour and pomp of kings. The thorny crown is more than an imperial diadem. It is true that he bears not now the sceptre of reed, but there was a glory in it that never flashed from sceptre of gold. Jesus wears the appearance of a slain Lamb as his court dress in which he wooed our souls, and redeemed them by his complete atonement. Nor are these only the ornaments of Christ: they are the trophies of his love and of his victory. He has divided the spoil with the strong. He has redeemed for himself a great multitude whom no man can number, and these scars are the memorials of the fight. Ah! if Christ thus loves to retain the thought of his sufferings for his people, how precious should his wounds be to us!

My Evening Reflection

Beloved, as the day closes and the evening shadows fall, turn your eyes once more to the Lamb in the midst of the throne — still bearing the marks of His slaughter. The wounds are not hidden in glory. They are His greatest glory. They are the jewels He wears before the Father, the memorials of the love that bought us with His own blood.

This is the wonder of our Savior. The scars that speak of His suffering are the very things that make Him beautiful to us. The thorny crown is more glorious than any earthly diadem. The spear-pierced side is the door through which we enter eternal life. The wounds that won our redemption are the trophies of His victory.

How precious these wounds should be to us tonight. They are the proof that we are loved with a love that would go to the cross. They are the guarantee that our sins are forgiven and our names are written in the Lamb’s book of life. They are the assurance that the One who sits on the throne is the same One who died for us.

Let this be your meditation as you prepare for rest. The Lamb in the midst of the throne still bears the marks of His love for you. Rest in those wounds. Let them speak peace to your heart. The One who was slain is the One who reigns — and He reigns for you.

Nectared Goad: Beloved, if the wounds of the Lamb are His greatest glory, are they precious to you tonight? Will you worship the slain and risen Lamb before you close your eyes?

Daily Tie-In

Calvin reminds us that the knowledge of God and of ourselves are inseparably joined. When we stand in the presence of the exalted Christ, we see both His glory and our own poverty. Edwards shows us that the wounds of the Lamb are the supreme display of divine love that draws the soul into adoring rest. The cross is not only the place of our forgiveness but the power for our sanctification. The Lamb who was slain is the One who reigns, and His wounds are the trophies of His victory and the seal of our adoption. In Him we are more than conquerors, not by our own strength but by the love that held Him to the cross. Let this truth slow you down today. The same Lamb who was slain for you now reigns for you. Rest in His wounds. Live as one who is more than a conqueror through Him who loved us.

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