Is the Bible the Word of God?

An audio recording featuring the voice of R. A. Torrey. Here in his own voice and words is a stirring sermon of great importance. Dr. Torrey at one time was a skeptic and he set out to prove to himself the truth concerning the Bible. His research turned this doubting soul into a definite believer of the whole Bible. Dr. Torrey became one of America’s greatest evangelists and effective Bible teachers.

Amazing Evangelist Hyman Appelman

Hyman Jedidiah Appleman, 1902-1983, Evangelist

Hyman Jedidiah Appelman{SCT} BORN: January 7, 1902
Moghiliev, (White) Russia
DIED: May 29, 1983
Kansas City, Missouri
LIFE SPAN: 81 years, 4 months, 22 days
{SCT}whose ministry has been as effective, far reaching and productive
as that of this converted Jew. He actually helped spearhead the
modern-day swing to mass evangelism, as his city-wide endeavors
in the early forties whipped up enthusiasm for evangelism that
was all but forgotten since the era of Billy Sunday, Mordecai Ham
and Bob Jones, Sr.
He was born on the banks of the Dnieper River in White
Russia of Orthodox Jewish parents. He was reared and trained in
the Jewish faith by a strict grandfather and grandmother. One
time as a boy he was thrown from a horse with the horse stamping
on him and almost killing him. For days he wore a kind of strait
jacket. He always remembered the day it was taken off and what a
relief that was. He later described his salvation experience as
the same type of relief from the bondage of sin.
His father had come to America one a half years prior to the
rest of the family. Arriving with his mother and three younger
brothers in December, 1914, Hyman knew Hebrew, and had a fair
command of German, Russian, Yiddish and Polish. Now, he had to
learn English. He was enrolled in the Hans Christian Andersen
Public School in Chicago. He was a thirteen-year-old boy weighing
almost 150 pounds and had to sit in one of the small first-grade
seats. Despite the handicap of learning a new language he went
through the first eight grades in two years with high marks, then
went on to preparatory school.
Eventually, he enrolled at Northwestern University where he
received his A.B. Degree, and also at DePaul University where he
received his LL.B. Degree, attending both schools from 1918-1921.
He graduated from DePaul University as one of the highest in the
class and was awarded a scholarship. He received his license to
practice law in 1921 and was a successful trial lawyer in Chicago
from 1921 to 1925. The two-year scholarship that he received
allowed him to attend evening classes, and in those three years
(1921-1923) he received his LL.M. Degree. In 1922 one of the
professors at DePaul University died and Appelman was invited to
teach his academy classes. Thus he was teaching school, attending
school, and practicing law. His father was now in a building
business and turned over his legal business to his son. At this
time Appelman was not very religious, although he was not what
you would call irreligious or non-religious. He belonged to a
synagogue, attending three times a year, was engaged to marry a
young Jewish girl, did not drink or gamble, but had no contact
with the New Testament. This type of life produced a discontented
unhappiness in his heart for which he could find no satisfaction.
He tried to drown it in work and more work. He became a
workaholic.
In the fall of 1924 he almost had a breakdown. He was
finally able to go back to the office on a limited basis. One
night when he came home, he found a conference with father,
mother, brother, law partner and family doctor in progress. They
all said that he needed to take a vacation. He decided he would
like to go west, so he left in December, 1924.
His first destination was Kansas City. He checked into the
YMCA intending to see Rabbi Silbert in a day or two. Being
Saturday (Jewish sabbath), he was in the lobby of the YMCA,
engaging in an argument that lasted from 4 to 10 p.m. Later that
night an elderly man knocked on his door and introduced himself
as Daly, a reporter for the Kansas City Star. Daly had been in
the argument downstairs. For one hour Daly witnessed to Appelman
about the Lord Jesus Christ. He left after he got Appelman to
promise to read the New Testament. Hyman saw a Gideon Bible and
opened it. Once before, while in Chicago, he remembered walking
by a street meeting and hearing one phrase as he rapidly passed
by, a phrase he never forgot: “If a man wanted religion in a
hurry, he should read John.” Appelman, assuming it must be
somewhere in the New Testament, found it, and read about five
lines. At 8 a.m. someone knocked at the door. The man identified
himself as Mr. Garrett, then asked Hyman to go to Sunday School
with him. Appelman didn’t have the heart to say no, so he
attended the Institutional Methodist Church in Kansas City. After
the Sunday School hour was over, Garrett said, “Would you mind
staying for church?” Appelman agreed and attended his first
Protestant Church service of any kind. He had been to a few
Catholic services previously and was surprised to see no
decorations, pictures, statues, crosses, holy water, robes, quiet
organ music. His thought was, “Don’t these people have any
religion at all?” He had never seen a choir loft, a big pulpit
Bible, a preacher without a robe. He endured the service,
although it made no sense to him. He then went to the Rabbi’s
home.
Hyman traveled with several members of his family to visit
other kinfolk in St. Louis, back to Kansas City, and then on to
Omaha and Denver in March, 1925. He dropped from 213 to 151
pounds in less than four months. He saw one of the secretaries at
the local YMCA where he was staying, Mr. Durrett, and asked where
he could find a good doctor. The secretary said he couldn’t help
him, but told him about his church across the street, Central
Christian Church of Denver, and advised him to counsel with the
pastor, Dr. James E. Davis. This was the largest Christian church
in the Disciples of Christ denomination of that time.
Appelman crossed the street and met Dr. Davis. The
conversation started at about 3 p.m. and lasted past midnight.
Finally Dr. Davis told him, “You don’t need a doctor, my boy, you
need the Lord Jesus Christ!” Dr. Davis thoroughly explained the
whole truth of the Saviour, and Appelman drank it in. The
preacher dropped to his knees, put his arm around Appelman and
began to pray with a tender, broken voice, great tears coursing
down his cheeks. The devil was losing the fight. The battle was
mostly centered around the fact that his parents, four brothers
and sister–being Jews–would have their hearts broken if Hyman
became a Christian, but the preacher refused to surrender his
soul to the enemy.
Appelman, upon hearing Romans 10:9, asked for it to be
explained. Finally, through clenched teeth, he said, “Lord, I do
not know, and I do not understand, but this man says and this
Book says that Your Son died for my sins, and that if I ask You
to, for His sake, You will forgive my sins. Lord, for Jesus’
sake, do forgive my sins.”
The two stood to their feet, and Appelman said, “What must I
do next?” Baptism was discussed and was agreed upon for the next
Sunday morning. He and another young man came forward to publicly
confess Christ, and he was baptized. He walked to the nearest
Western Union office and sent a telegram home, “I’m a Christian,
I’ve been baptized, I’ve joined the church. I’m praying for you.”
He was twenty-three years old.
A reply came back the same day: “Come on home.” During that
week he received at least a dozen telegrams and letters. The next
week his sweetheart came, but she refused to stay in Denver, so
she went back to Chicago. Their engagement was ended.
His conversion naturally had created a stir in Jewish
circles, and he became an outcast from his family. Because his
family shunned him, he wanted to stay in Denver to learn more
about the Bible before going back to his kinfolk for a
confrontation. He remained in Denver until August, finding odd
jobs to support himself. In addition, he began to give his
testimony and preach. The first Sunday in August, he preached the
morning and evening messages in the church where he was converted
while the pastor was on vacation. That night he received a
telegram from home saying his mother was dying. He took the first
train home. But when he arrived, he learned that his father had
faked the message to get Hyman home and to plead with him to
reconsider his ways. When Appelman refused, the father with
indignation and wrath said, “When your sides come together from
hunger and you come crawling to my door, I will throw you a crust
of bread as I would any other dog.”
Appelman took the first train east. He got a job with the
Reading Railroad in Camden, New Jersey, but things did not go
well, and he began to backslide. He worked there until November,
1925, then decided to return to Chicago. He was so depressed
about his life and his alienation from his family that he decided
to commit suicide by swimming out into Lake Michigan as far as he
could, then just drown.
At Pittsburgh, on his way back to Chicago, there was a
layover between trains. Walking the streets during the layover,
he saw a recruiting sign of the United States Army on the front
of the Post Office building. Hyman decided to enlist on the spot,
thinking this might give him an alternative to ending it all. He
was sent to Walter Reed Hospital in Washington, D.C., where he
was to serve in the medical department for three years, and
arrived on Sunday. He went to a building marked “YMCA Hut” and,
walking in the wrong door, found himself in the parlor where a
Mr. Howard, the “Y” secretary, was teaching a Sunday School
class. He told Mr. Howard his story, and was soon introduced to
the chaplain, a Lutheran preacher. The chaplain got him
interested in teaching a class at the large Gospel Mission in
Washington. It was at this mission he met Verna Cook, the girl
who later became his wife. She was teaching a class of girls. He
was promoted and made a staff sergeant, worked for a while with
the sick and wounded officers, then was made mess sergeant.
Discharged, he had no place to go, so he reenlisted for a second
term in the service. He was sent to a station hospital in Fort
Sill, Oklahoma, near Lawton. He transferred his membership from
the Temple Baptist Church in Washington to the Central Baptist
Church of Lawton, in December, 1927, and began to teach in Sunday
School. By November, 1928, Appelman was preaching, sometimes in
uniform and sometimes in civilian clothes. He held a revival
meeting near Lawton, in a little schoolhouse called Woodlawn.
Every unsaved person in that entire district was converted, the
church was reorganized, and Appelman was called to be the pastor.
This was in March, 1930.
Because the Southern Baptists do not accept alien immersion,
he was baptized again and ordained May 30 at the Central Baptist
Church of Lawton, Oklahoma, pastored by S.R. McClung. When hands
were laid on him, he surrendered everything he had to the Lord
and purchased his discharge from the Army in August, 1930.
On September 4, 1930, he married Verna Cook, of Livermore
Falls, Maine. Feeling a definite call to the ministry he went to
Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in Fort Worth, Texas
from 1930 to 1933, where he received his theological training.
His wife attended the same seminary and received an M.D. degree
in Religious Education. Appelman later received an honorary D.D.
degree from the Western Baptist Theological Seminary of Portland,
Oregon. In addition to his small church at Woodlawn, he was
called to be a pastor of another church nearby and pastored both
from September 1930 until April, 1931. This meant he drove 190
miles each weekend, except when he was in revival meetings
elsewhere. In April, 1931, he held a revival in the Baptist
church of Vickery, Texas. A short time after that the pastor
resigned, and Appelman was called to head up the work. He
pastored there until May of 1934.
It was in December, 1933, that Dr. J. Howard Williams, the
state secretary for the Texas Baptist Convention, told Appelman
that he was elected to be one of the state evangelists for Texas.
He held that position until January of 1942, faithfully
ministering for eight years in end-on-end crusades for the
Southern Baptist Convention. However, as he was becoming
nationally known, he felt the call of God for a larger ministry.
Resigning, he launched into single church meetings, cooperative
campaigns, city- and county-wide crusades across the country, and
soon was spending some time each year in a foreign country.
In January, 1942, he held his first large crusade in
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, where at the invitation of more than
200 churches, he preached for three weeks in Town Hall, and later
in Convention Hall. Under the organizing guidance of Horace Dean,
the meetings brought salvation to some 2,700 in the three-week
crusade, with total decisions of all kinds over the 5,000 figure.
In 1944, he was in a great tent revival in Los Angeles,
California, sponsored by the various churches and Christian
Business Men’s Committees of that area. Crowds numbered 7,000 to
8,000 with 2,500 conversions in the three-week crusade. In 1948
(January 11-February 1) in Detroit, Michigan, he had 2,700
professions of faith in a city-wide endeavor. Other memorable
crusades included Danville, Illinois in March of 1950 with 1,061
first-time decisions in two weeks, followed by a good San
Francisco, California meeting. in Decatur, Illinois, in 1951
there were 3,300 decisions in three weeks. After preaching a
devastating sermon against Communism one night in Decatur, his
tent burned down. This event seemed to help bring out a crowd of
6,000 for the next service. In Portsmouth, Virginia, in 1964, he
had 1,700 professions of faith in a three-week city-wide
endeavor. He conducted over 25 crusades in the city of Dallas
alone. Many were conducted in Fort Worth, and at least a dozen in
Houston, Texas. At least fifteen revivals were held in Oklahoma
City, Oklahoma. Over 50 crusades were held in California,
including Stockton and Oakland crusades. City-wide crusades were
conducted in such places as Mobile and Montgomery, Alabama;
Phoenix, Arizona; Denver, Colorado; Tampa and St. Petersburg,
Florida; Rockford, Illinois; Evansville, Gary and Hammond,
Indiana; Louisville, Kentucky; Grand Rapids, Kalamazoo, Lansing
and Holland, Michigan; St. Louis, Missouri; Cleveland, Ohio;
Portland, Oregon; Altoona, Pennsylvania; Bristol, Tennessee; El
Paso, Texas; Lynchburg, Virginia; and Seattle, Washington, to
name just a few.
His overseas ministries took him to such places as Australia
in 1948 where for six months with song evangelist Homer Britton a
mighty revival took place. Some 9,600 professions of faith were
witnessed in some of the largest auditoriums in the land. He
spent three months of 1951 in Great Britain, and some time in
Mexico City, Mexico in 1952 with 200 being saved the first night
of the crusade there. In 1955 he saw some 3,000 decisions made in
a Guatemala campaign with crowds of 3,000 to 7,000 attending
nightly. In 1957 he returned to the land of his birth to preach,
which took him to a number of places in the Soviet Union. In
1959, he conducted campaigns in Northern Ireland, Greece,
Portugal, Spain, Germany, France, Holland and Russia. In 1960 he
saw 1,350 first-time decisions in a one-month ministry in Mexico
City and Pachuca, Mexico. In 1962 there 2,700 decisions in 23
days in Dominica and Trinidad. In 1969-70 (December to February)
he saw 5,879 first-time decisions in the states of Madras and
Kerala in India. In the fifties, he also ministered in Germany,
Poland, Costa Rica, Finland, Nicaragua, Switzerland, Sweden and
Canada. In the sixties, such places as Korea, Japan, Israel,
Syria, Taiwan, Egypt, Jordan, Indonesia, Singapore, and Hong Kong
were visited.
He was eight times around the world and made three trips to
Russia as an evangelist–in 1957, 1959 and 1963.
His 40th year of evangelistic meetings in 1974 had 48
campaigns in nineteen states. He spent 51 weeks of the year on
the road. The test of a competent evangelist is being invited
back to be with those whom he had been with previously, and
Appelman always had a good share of repeat meetings like this.
Decisions in 1975 were 9,809, with 4,158 uniting for church
membership.
During his life, Appelman’s schedule of meetings left one
breathless. It was hard to find a day in 45 years when he was not
preaching somewhere. An average Appelman year would see some
7,000 first-time professions of faith. By 1969 he had seen over
345,000 total decisions for Christ, with some 270,000 uniting
with churches and over 125,000 rededications by Christians. With
the day of city-wide crusades waning, Appelman, in his last years
on the earth, became a local church evangelist, but his results
in single-church meetings were just as large.
He had numerous song leaders traveling with him: Homer
Britton, Chelsea Stockwell, Stratton Shufelt, John Troy, Garland
Cofield, and Ellis Zehr.
Ellis Zehr recalls some of the blessings of his association
from 1959 to 1964. He states that wherever Appelman went, men
have turned to Christ through his ministry. He was able to
communicate well even through interpreters. In street meetings in
Trinidad people repeated after him in one grand chorus, “Lord, I
know I am a sinner and Christ died for me. Save me for Jesus’
sake.” A pastor in Indianapolis tells that prayer meetings
doubled the year following Appelman’s meetings. A New York pastor
recalls baptizing 100 Appelman converts who continued on in their
service for Christ. Besides Zehr’s recollections, church after
church testify of the increase. Beth Haven Baptist Church of
Louisville, Kentucky, reported a week with Appelman produced 198
first-time professions, and in the two months following, Sunday
School increased by nearly 300. Pastor James Stuart of the First
Baptist Church of Concord, New Hampshire, sums up what most
pastors say after Appelman has been to a city:
{BQT}
“This has been the greatest single week in the 140 years’ history
of this church. The Appelman meetings have drawn larger crowds,
more visitors, have seen more decisions for Christ than any
campaign of any kind ever held here. This morning we have more
people present than in any one service at any time before.”
{EQT}
The fact of the matter was that Appelman created this kind of a
response. His prayer life, hard work and Biblical preaching
reminded one of the Apostle Paul.
Appelman spent his last days on earth as a member of the Red
Bridge Baptist Church of Kansas City, the city where he lived.
His children are Edgar, born in 1937, and Rebecca, born in 1938.
Death came to Hyman Appelman at home on May 29, 1983, of
heart disease.
His forty-two books were published by Zondervan, Revell and
Baker. Titled included, Formula for Revival, Ye Must Be Born
Again, God’s Answer to Man’s Sin, The Savior’s Invitation, Come
Unto Me, Appelman’s Sermon Outlines and Illustrations, Will the
Circle Be Broken? Effective Outlines and Illustrations, The
Gospel of Salvation, Here Is Your Revival, Crossing the Deadline,
and others.
In every campaign there was radio, and in more recent days
TV coverage, at least of the interview type, ranging from 10
minutes to 4 hours.
Appelman was a guiding force in the ministry of the American
Association for Jewish Evangelism, serving as president for a
number of years. He also was president of the Russian-Ukraine
Bible Institute of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada, and president
of the Hebrew Christian Alliance as well as being a board member
of numerous other missionary organizations.
Tributes to his greatness come from such as R.G. Lee:
{BQT}
“In loyalty to the Bible, in spiritual fervor in seeking the lost
for Christ, in effectual preaching of the Gospel with spiritual
passion, in the success with the things that most matter in
evangelistic effort, Dr. Appelman comes close to weighing sixteen
ounces to the pound on God’s scale.”
{EQT}
Lee Roberson adds:
{BQT}
“The first time that I listened to him preach my heart was
stirred by his fervor, zeal, and passion for souls. Through these
years I have watched the records of his revival campaigns–for
thirty-five years there has been no abatement of his zeal and his
concern for the souls of men. He is a true friend, a gracious
brother, and a mighty preacher.”
{EQT}
Billy Graham concludes:
{BQT}
“Dr. Appelman is one of the greatest and most powerful preachers
of the Gospel I have ever listened to. Twenty years ago I used to
listen to him preach night after night and made notes on his
sermons. Some of my own knowledge and inspiration concerning mass
evangelism came from his ministry. Thousands of names are written
in the Lamb’s Book of Life because Dr. Appelman passed their
way.”

Seven Habits of a Godly Life

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Fallen Angels and Men

Dr. W. A. Criswell

2 Peter 2:4-9

6-9-74    10:50 a.m.  Video Link: https://www.wacriswell.com/serm…/1974/fallen-angels-and-men/

W. A. Criswell

On radio and on television we welcome you to the services of the First Baptist Church in Dallas.  This is the pastor bringing the message entitled Angels and Men.  In going around through our Baptist Zion, so many times have my fellow ministers said to me, “When we come to Dallas for the Southern Baptist Convention, please, would you be in your pulpit?  We would like just to go to church and we would like to hear the pastor preach.”  Then some of them made a second request: they said, “When we come and attend the services, could it be that there be not a special address made for that occasion, but would you preach just as you do Sunday by Sunday?”

Nothing could have pleased me personally more.  For Sunday by Sunday in the church, I expound the Word of God in order.  For example, I preached through the Bible seventeen years and eight months one time.  Where I left off Sunday morning, I began Sunday night and continued that for the years and the months.  What I do now is I take a Bible book, one that especially is meaningful and appealing to me, and I expound it Sunday by Sunday, taking the passages as they come in consecutive order.

Now at this time, during these days, I am preaching through 2 Peter, and we have come to the second chapter of 2 Peter.  The message therefore, this morning, is an exposition of the text we have come to in the second chapter of 2 Peter, beginning at verse 4:

For God spared not the angels that sinned, but cast them down to hell, and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved unto judgment:

And He spared not the old world, but saved Noah . . .

a preacher of righteousness, bringing in the flood upon the world of the ungodly;

And God turning the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah into ashes condemned them with an overthrow, making them an example unto those that after should live ungodly;

But He delivered just Lot, who was vexed with the filthy living of the wicked:

For the Lord knoweth how to deliver the godly out of temptations, and to reserve the unjust unto the day of judgment to be punished

[2 Peter 2:4-9]

This is our text for the exposition of this morning’s message.  It is an astonishing thing that God reveals here through His apostle Simon Peter: the angels who left their first estate, fallen angels, “now reserved in chains and in darkness until the great day of judgment” of Almighty God [2 Peter 4; Jude 6].  I preach out of the King James Version, and the text, the translation, reads: “the angels that sinned, God hath cast down to hell” [2 Peter 2:4], the word is Tartarus.  There is nobody in hell—not now, nor until the consummation of the age—the first to be cast into hell will be the beast.  The second to be cast into hell will be the false prophet [Revelation 19:20].  The third to be cast into hell will be the devil and his angels [Revelation 20:10Matthew 25:41]].  And the fourth and last to be cast into hell are the lost, those who reject the grace and goodness of God [Revelation 20:15]; this is Tartarus.

When we die we go—God’s saved, they go to Paradise, to Abraham’s bosom [Luke 16:22].  Some people would like to call it “heaven.”  Fine, but it is not the heaven that shall be when God shall raise our bodies from the dead [1 Thessalonians 4:16], and soul and spirit and body are joined again, immortalized and glorified [1 Thessalonians 5:23].  Until that great resurrection day, when we die, we go to Paradise, or Abraham’s bosom, or heaven if you like [Luke 16:25]; but not the heaven that shall be at the consummation of the age [Revelation 21:1].

When the wicked dies, when a lost man dies, he goes to Tartarus, or to “torment” [Luke 16:22-23], awaiting likewise, the great resurrection day of the Lord; for the unjust shall be raised as well as the just.  And at that day, their soul and their body will be joined together and at the great white throne judgment, they will receive the reward of their deeds [Revelation 20:11-15].  In that place to which the wicked go [Luke 16:23], these fallen angels are already there [2 Peter 2:4], in Tartarus, the Bible calls it, and there in chains and in darkness [1 Peter 3:19], these await the great judgment day of Almighty God [Matthew 8:29].

Who are these angels?  And why did they fall?  Who are they?  This is a mystery God has kept to Himself.  They are certainly not the devil and his angels, because when Satan is cast out finally, he is cast out into the earth [Revelation 12:9].  And he has access to God now, where he accuses God’s saints, accuses God’s saints day and night [Revelation 12:10], and his demons, his fallen legions, are here with us, deceiving and destroying men.  So these angels in Tartarus [2 Peter 2:4], are not the devil and his angels, for they are free in the earth and are our antagonists and accusers and deceivers.  Sometimes I will run across in my studying a man who will say that these angels who are in Tartarus are the angels of Genesis 6 [Genesis 6:4], who in carnality cohabited with women in the earth, and because of that, judgment was cast upon them and they are in torment in Tartarus.  To me—and this is just a personal, private judgment—I think that is of a piece and of a kind with unbelievable, speculative Greek mythology, nothing better or more.  Who are they?  We do not know.  Somehow there are these angels that God imprisoned and in chains and in darkness [1 Peter 3:19], they are kept in Tartarus against the day of judgment of Almighty God [2 Peter 2:4].

Now, why are they there?  What did they do beyond what Satan and his legions have done that these should be so chosen for incarceration?  Again, this is a mystery that God has kept in His own heart; it is not revealed.  But there is something about it that is very evident.  It is this: when God made, created the angels, He created them moral and upright and with the freedom of choice [Isaiah 14:13-14].  And in the ages past, man—not the first sinner; angels, the first sinners in the ages past, given the choice of loving God or following Satan, they chose to spurn the goodness and grace of God and followed after the archangel Lucifer [Revelation 12:4].  And in that choice, they are forever confirmed: those who love God confirmed in heaven and these who rejected God confirmed in damnation [Revelation 12:4].

That is an exact thing that we find in our own human lives.  We also are here in a period of probation.  And at the end of that period of probation, which we call life in the earth, when we die we are forever assigned to the choice that we have made.  If I love God and accept Christ, I am forever confirmed in the glory and fellowship of heaven [John 10:28-29].  But if I reject Christ and spurn the overtures of grace and mercy, at the end of my period of probation, when I die I am forever confirmed in damnation and torment [Luke 16:26].  These are awesome things that God reveals to us in His Holy Word.

Now, let us look closely at the passage and see here some things that God reveals to us.  Number one: in studying the text and in reading the revealed Word of the Lord, I am taught herein, hereby, that high office and privilege do not save me and do not keep me from falling [Deuteronomy 10:17Job 34:19].  These angels are in the very presence of God, created just a little below the glory of the Lord Himself, and yet their high estate and their holy calling of praise and glory did not keep them from falling [Job 15:15].

Lucifer degenerates into Satan [Isaiah 14:12] and the son of the morning [Isaiah 1:12]becomes Apollyon, the destroyer [Revelation 9:11].  His wisdom curdles into cunning, and his strength sours into vicious and brutal force.  How astonishing that one so high, so exalted, could fall so abysmally, and tragically, and catastrophically; just as the high office of Judas, an apostle of Christ, did not preserve him or keep him from the disastrous judgment that fell upon him [Acts 1:16-18].  Not to apply this to salvation, but to our ministries before the God; it is possible for a man to be high and exalted and fall to the depths!  That is what Paul meant when he cried, saying to the people at Corinth, “I keep my body under subjection: lest that I, having preached the gospel to others, should become a castaway” [1 Corinthians 9:27].  High office and exaltation do not save us; nor do they preserve us from falling.

Second: as I look at the passage [2 Peter 2:4-9] and see the revelation of God, I find here that great, vast multitudinous throngs and numbers does not mitigate my terror and the awfulness of my destruction in damnation.  How unbelievable a grasp for a slight hope when a man says, “I may fall into hell and into damnation, but I won’t be by myself.  There will be millions and millions of others who will live in the same hell and the same damnation as I am.”  Oh, what unbelievable reaching out for comfort.  For how is it a comfort to a man writhing in agony, and in terror, and in torment, to think that there are millions of others just like me who also writhe and are in agony?

How many angels are there?  The Scriptures say “myriads times myriads times myriads.”  That is ten thousands times ten thousands times innumerable tens of thousands[Revelation 5:11].  And these angels that fall, what comfort would it be to an angel who had fallen and is in chains and is in darkness [2 Peter 2:4]just to remember that there are other angels just like him also damned?  What spare, sterile hope and comfort is this?  Look, the text says God spared not that old world—only Noah; and the whole world of the ungodly was destroyed [2 Peter 2:5].

I can easily imagine the great population gathered around Noah, building an ark hundreds of miles away from the water to float it [Genesis 6:13-14], and they say to one another, “Who is believing this?  Just one old man, and he’s crazy!  Just one family, and just look at all of us gathered around.  To us, it is idiocy that God should judge this world [Genesis 6:11-13].  That God should condemn sin is unthinkable!  Look at us, how many we are!”  But when the flood came, and the fountains were broken up, and the skies turned into the ocean beds themselves, what comfort would it be to a man standing on an eminent somewhere and seeing around him the floating bodies—the dead, drowned corpses of those who had perished in the flood? [2 Peter 2:5Genesis 7:17-24].  He mentions Lot, Sodom and Gomorrah, when the fire and the brimstone fell [2 Peter 2:6Genesis 19:24-29].  What comfort would it be to a man in Sodom to look around and see his wife and his children and his friends and everyone that he has ever known, see them destroyed in the judgment of God, and find comfort in the thought that “I am not alone in this damnation; look around me—all of these are also judged and dead”?

In 1947, I went through Germany, so soon after the World War that the great masses of rubble that represented those vast cities were still there.  They had just taken time to find a pathway through the jungle of debris—just for a car to drive through.  And I have thought what comfort would it be for a man in Hanover, standing and looking at the destruction of his vast city, and he finds comfort in his heart to think, “It isn’t just my Hanover.  You ought to look at Hamburg, or Frankfurt, or Leipzig, or Dresden, or Munich; they also are level with the ground.”  There is a harshness and a tragedy about damnation that is inescapable and unshared.

Sometimes we think that in hell, we’ll find fellowship.  From what I can read in the Bible, it is an outer darkness, and you are by yourself, alone.  Ah! the multitudinous throngs that may reject and be lost, they are no comfort to us in our agony and our distress.  I look again at this passage from God’s Holy Word [2 Peter 2:4-9].  I can see as I read it that culture and environment and training and background do not save me, nor do they keep me from falling.

Was ever concourse more salubrious, and felicitous, and beautiful, and good, and glorious, than the angels as they stood in the presence of the Lord God Almighty Himself?  They sang together in the praises of God, and when the Lord God flung these worlds out into space, they sang as the sons of joy and of the morning, rejoicing in God’s handiwork [Job 38:4-7], God’s lacework, God’s vast, immeasurable, infinite firmament, and they were surrounded by like goodness and holiness and purity.  They had converse with the cherubim and the seraphim, and they stood in the courts of heaven in the very presence of God.  There was no thing around them that was not holy and blessed, and yet, with all of the fine environment around which they were surrounded, they fell, deceived by the enticements and allurements of Satan [Revelation 12:4].

When I think of that with us, can culture save us?  Can training and education and background and environment deliver us?  O Lord, I wish that it could.  All we needed to have done was to educate Nazi Germany, and they would have been amenable to peace and goodness and righteousness.  All we would need to have done was to educate and train and put a good environment around the Italians, and there never would have been a Fascist party.  Or all we need to do for America would be to educate them and train them and put environmental goodness around them, and they would never be violent and blasphemous.  Don’t you wish that were our simple problem—just to train, just to educate, just to create an environment of affluence and the accouterments of aesthetic enjoyments, and that we would all be good?  Don’t you wish?  But underneath, underneath the veneer of culture and training and education and good environment, always there is that depraved character, that fallen soul.  It is always with us.

I read where a man had a leopard—a pet leopard.  And upon a day, seated in his living room, the leopard was licking the hand of his master.  And as the leopard licked the hand of his master, his razor-like teeth scratched him.  And he licked blood and he tasted blood.  And immediately, the primeval ferocious nature of the carnivorous animal went wild and cut his master to pieces.  I again read of a man who had a cub lion, and out on their farm a little boy, his son, and the cub lion were out there.  And upon a day the father saw that cub lion stalking his little boy; underneath, underneath always that primeval and fallen nature.

You could not find a more dramatic illustration of that than in the eighth chapter of 2 Kings, when Ben-hadad the king of Syria is sick unto death.  And he sends Hazael, his trusted captain and chief of staff—he sends Hazael to the prophet of God, Elisha, to see if he will recover or die.  And Hazael stands in the presence of the man of God and asks about King Ben-hadad [2 Kings 8:7-9].  And Elisha replies, “Go tell your master he will recover, but God has shown to me that he will certainly die” [2 Kings 8:10].  And then Elisha fastened has gaze upon Hazael, and as he looked at Hazael, Elisha the man of God began to weep.  And Hazael said, “My father, why do you cry?” [2 Kings 8:11-12]. And Elisha replied, “For God hath revealed to me that thou shalt be king over Syria and that thou will burn their cities in Israel with fire, and you will slay the young men of Israel with the sword, and you will rip up their women with child” [2 Kings 8:12].  And Hazael looked incredulously into the face of Elisha the man of God, and said, “But, my father, is thy servant a dead dog that he would do a thing like that?” [2 Kings 8:13].  But he did.  He took a wet cloth and covered the face of Ben-hadad the king and smothered him to death [2 Kings 8:14-15].  And when Hazael ascended to the throne, all of those violent things that Elisha wept over did Hazael devastatingly visit upon Israel [2 Kings 12:1713:3].  Underneath, underneath that depraved, fallen nature and the veneer of culture and environment are not able to eradicate it.

Out of a seminary of the Greek Orthodox Catholic Church came Joseph Stalin.  His mother dedicated him to God for a priest.  Out of the righteous home of Noah came carnal Ham [Genesis 5:32].  Out of the home of a man after God’s own heart [1 Samuel 13:14Acts 13:22] came the traitor Absalom [2 Samuel 3:3], his own son out of his own loins [2 Samuel 15-18].  And God said because of the sins of Manasseh, “I will destroy Judah from the face of the earth” [2 Kings 21:10-15;Jeremiah 15:4-6].  And Manasseh was the son, the only son of good King Hezekiah [2 Kings 21:1-3].

Upon a day in another city where lives, I suppose, the greatest preacher of our time—retired; and the pastor of the church took me to see him.  And in the home, pictures of his daughter, many, many, many—wall covered with them.  Pictures of his daughter’s family, many, many, many—the grand piano covered with them.   And after it was over, walking from the house, I said to the pastor, “Didn’t he have a son?”

“Yes,” said the pastor, “He had a son.”

“Well,” I said, “where is his picture?  What is his name?”  He said to me, “Sir, he is never referred to.  He is never named.”  Brought up in a godly home in one of the houses of the great of our Baptist Zion, an obstreperous, an incorrigible, and prodigal, and unnamed.  These angels with all of the accouterments and aesthetic sensibilities of worship, and goodness, and praise, and glory all around them, yet fall into the deception of sin and judgment and damnation [Revelation 12:4].

O Lord, what of us?  What of us?  What of us?  If an angel falls and is lost [Matthew 8:29]; Lord, what of us?  But the Lord—but the Lord knoweth how to deliver those who trust in Him.  God knoweth how to deliver those who believe in Him out of peirasmou, the ravages of trial and temptation [2 Peter 2:9].  God knows how to deliver us and He does.

Oh, the grace and the mercy of God that extends down to us! [Titus 2:11]. Look! Look: the angels fell, and these are chained forever in darkness, waiting the judgment of God [2 Peter 2:4]; but for us, but for us, God sent His own Son, a Savior [John 3:16-17].  For us, God made atonement for our sins [Romans 5:811].  For us Jesus died [Romans 5:6].  Oh the goodness and the grace of God, that He had pity and mercy upon us! [Ephesians 2:8Titus 3:5].

I sometimes think, as you do, why would God do that for us?  Send Jesus to die for us? [John 3:17].  Make atonement in His own blood for our own sins? [Romans 5:11]. Suffer in our stead, die our death? [2 Corinthians 5:21]. Why does God do that for us?  And the only answer I have ever been able to find in the Holy Scriptures is like Psalm 103:

As a father pitieth his children,

so the Lord pitieth them that look in helplessness and in crying need to Him.

For He knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.

 [Psalm 103:13-14]

God in His pity looked down in compassion upon us and sent Jesus to make atonement for us [John 3:16-17], that we might be saved, “like as a father pitieth his children,” so God pities us who are made out of dust [Psalm 103:13-14].

There was a man who had a big, fine son, an older son.  The boy was in college; a star athlete, a handsome specimen of young manhood, the older boy.  The father also had a little boy, a younger son, and the little boy gave promise to be as fair and as fine and as strong and as athletic as his older brother.  Upon a day—upon a day, somehow, in these ways that you never know and can never explain, somehow the little boy got tangled up with his bicycle and the wheels of a big truck.  In the hospital the doctor turned to the father and said, “Sir, the only way I can save, in hope, the life of the boy is to amputate his left arm and to amputate his right leg.”  And the father said, as he looked down into the face of his little boy, for the first time he knew what it meant when the Scriptures say, “As a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth us who are made out of dust” [Psalm 103:13-14].  Oh, the goodness, and the grace, and the mercy of God that extends down to us with open arms, with open heart, with grace and glory!  God says, “Come, come, come” [Matthew 11:28].

In the balcony round, a family you, down one of these stairways; in the press of people on this lower floor, a couple you, down one of these aisles; or just one somebody you: “Today, God has spoken to me and I am coming.”  Some to give heart in faith and trust to the dear and blessed Savior: “I take Him today into my heart and into my life.  I believe in Jesus and I am coming.”  Or to put your life in the circle and circumference of this dear church, or to answer a call the Spirit has pressed to your heart, make the decision now, and when we stand in a moment to sing, stand coming down that stairway or walking down this aisle.  There are hundreds of you in chapels and assembly halls around the church.  If God has spoken to you where you are, come; across the street, some of you there; up the stairway, some of you there; as the Spirit shall open the door, make it now.  Angels will attend you in the way; these who love God will rejoice in the presence of the Savior in heaven when you come [Luke 15:10].  Make it now, do it now, come now, while we stand and while we sing.

Fallen Angels and Men

All of Satan’s Apples Have Worms

Message by Dr. John R. Rice

I am speaking tonight on the subject, “All Satan’s Apples Have Worms.” I do not deny that the Devil has some pretty apples; I just say that all of them are fakes and that after you bite into them, you will find they have worms. All Satan’s apples have worms.

Luke, chapter 15, is one of the most familiar stories in the Bible, one of the most beautiful stories in all literature – the story of the prodigal son. With what measure of strength God will give me, I will bring to your mind illustrations, Scriptures and experiences proving that every time the Devil promises happiness, he lies; proving that every time the Devil promises things will turn out well, he lies and deceives; proving that everybody who ever depended on the Devil’s lie, the Devil’s way, the Devil’s pleasure, the Devil’s whims, the Devil’s plan for happiness and peace, found they were duped, fooled, deceived; found that the Devil’s apples all have worms.

Now in Luke, chapter 15, verse 11 and following:

“And he said (Jesus said), A certain man had two sons. And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living. And not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living. And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him. And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father’s have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants.

“And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet: And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it, and let us eat, and be merry; For this my son was dead, and is alive again: he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry.”

Satan Does Have Beautiful Apples
First, Satan does have beautiful apples. This prodigal boy thought, It is dull around here. I don’t want to stay home. And my father wants me to obey him.

Obedience is always a distasteful thing to young people, “I don’t want to have to stay here and mind. I don’t want Dad telling me what time I must get in, what time I must be in bed. I don’t want anybody telling me when to get up, what kind of company to keep, whether I can go to this place or that place, and can’t go to another.”

So the prodigal son thought, I want to get from under my father’s thumb. How many young men have thought, Oh, if I could only get untied from my mother’s apron strings, how happy I would be.

So this prodigal said to his father, “If you are going to ever give me anything, give it to me now. When you die I may be an old man of thirty with all the chances for a good time gone. I am not willing to wait until you die to have part of your estate.”

Young people feel that way, that a person is awfully old when he is thirty.

“If you are going to give me anything, give it to me now.” So that father divided unto them his living.

This boy thought things around home distasteful; he did not want to obey the rules.

And then he said, “I don’t want to work so hard.” Young people always feel, Why does there have to be so much hard work in the world? You remember God said to Adam in the Garden of Eden after sin came in, “Cursed is the ground for thy sake.” He did not say, “I have cursed the ground as a constant reminder that I hate you, that I am trying to whip you, that I am punishing you, that I want to make you unhappy and miserable, that I want to wear you out with hard labor.” Rather, God said, “I have done it because I love you. I have cursed the ground for your sake, and you are now going to have to work for a living.”

Young people think the Devil doesn’t say that. No, the Devil has easy ways of making a living without work. The Devil has easy ways of getting along without buckling down. The Devil always claims to have a better way than studying hard to get your lessons. He says, “You can cheat on exams; you can postpone studying and cram before examinations.” But you will soon find him to he a liar when you try that.

The Devil always has some easy way to get by without work, some way to make a living by just being smart. He says, “Just put a few dollars on the ponies and you will be a millionaire overnight.” Or if it is not that way, it is some other way.

The prodigal boy thought, I don’t want to stay here and work hard all the time. I want to have some fun. The Devil has a good argument, hasn’t he? He does not want you to obey the rules: he does not want you to work.

Then this boy did not want to be denying himself. He wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. Here at home I can’t have this, and can’t do this, and can’t go this way. I don’t like giving up my own way and trying to please Dad. Mother grieves when I get drunk, and she thinks I shouldn’t waste money. Dad acts as if he is brokenhearted just because I go out on a wild party. I want to have fun. I want my way for awhile.

The Devil always makes the far country beautiful. He always paints it in glowing colors. The Devil always says, “Out in the far country there is wonderful music and dancing. Out in the far country there is more good wine to drink, more beautiful girls to go with, and no rules. There everybody does as he pleases. People have such a good time. They have plenty of money and don’t have to work for it out in the far country.”

The boy thought, I must go try it. I don’t like this old fogy way of working for in living, this old fogy way of obeying your parents. I want to go. The Devil agreed. “That is right. You don’t have to deny yourself.”

Satan brought the same old palaver, the same lies, in the Garden of Eden, saying to Adam and Eve, “Did God tell you that you would surely die if you ate of this fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil? Why, you will not really die. God just doesn’t want you to have any good times. He just doesn’t want you to enjoy the good food that is here. Besides, He knows it would make you smart. See how it shines! See how good it smells, how well it looks! Suppose you pull one. You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to – just pull one and look at it and feel it. See, it is ripe and mellow and smells so good.”

That is the way the Devil always works. He says, “You don’t want to get drunk, so just take a little social drink. You don’t want to embarrass the hostess when wine is served or when the gang is having just a glass of beer. You don’t want to be an old fogy. Of course, you don’t have to get drunk.”

He said to Eve in the Garden of Eden, “Why don’t you pull the fruit? Just feel of it. Do you really know what it would do for you?”

Eve said, “No, but I am sure it would do a lot of wonderful things.”

The Devil said, “Well, it will make you smart. You will be as smart as God. If you will eat this, you will be wise like God.”

The Devil has some beautiful apples. So he held an apple before the prodigal boy and said, “Out in the far country you would have lots of friends, not these old fogy folks around here. Out in the far country you could stay out as late as you liked. My, the wonderful orchestras and the night clubs and the cocktail parties – all the good times you would have! Don’t stay around here.” The Devil dangles some beautiful apples. So the boy leaves home.

I want you to know this, too. The prodigal son had a whale of a time while it lasted. Sure! Any fellow who has a Chrysler and enough gas, if he has money for night clubs and shows, can honk his horn in front of nearly any girl’s house and fill his car. There are beautiful apples out in the far country. Don’t you tell young people that the Devil doesn’t have something that appeals. He does! The Devil has some beautiful apples. They smell fine, and the first bite may taste very delicious.

So this prodigal went out into a far country. There he began to spend his money. There he began to drink. He wasted his substance in riotous living. Boy, what a high time he had!

Listen to me! We had as well face it. The Devil is out to get your boy and girl. And he has every allure in the world with which to do it.

I think I ought to say this also. We will show that God has some good things, too. That is one reason why I am out to compete with the Devil. Some people are always saying, “Don’t worry about big crowds.” Listen to me! God has a right to as big crowds as the Devil has. He has! Why should this big auditorium be filled with basketball games every night and then we not be able to get that many people out to hear the Gospel? We have more to draw crowds than the world has.

On my book table out there you find those pamphlets printed on nice paper, in beautiful colors, with lovely pictured covers drawn by good artists. I have tried to make my Christian books as interesting and attractive as the world makes its literature.

Why should a church not have as bright lights as a theater? Or gospel singers not have as many instruments and as well-trained voices as those in night clubs? Why should God’s people not enjoy the best?

I say, the Devil does have shined-up apples. They have glowing color and a pleasing aroma. And the first bite is sweet. We must recognize that the Devil has a pull on young as well as older people.

I remember one day out in west Texas we spent two or three hours confessing our sins. A lot of people had been confessing that they had gotten drunk, or had been dancing, etc. One man about seventy years old said, “Brother Rice, I haven’t been to a dance in thirty years!” A seventy-year-old bragging because he had not been and did not want to go to a dance! Brother, the truth is, if you are seventy and you go on the dance floor these days, I don’t know that you will have such a hot old time! But the young people do.

I say, Satan does have some beautiful apples! That old liar and deceiver is bent on the destruction of people.

This boy said, “Dad, listen! I just can’t stand it around here. It’s so dull; and I have to obey all the time. I have to get up in the morning on time. I have to be in early at night. The other guy’s don’t have to obey. And they spend money; why couldn’t I spend more money? They go to the show; why couldn’t I go to the show? They think it is all right to drink beer; why shouldn’t I drink beer?”

So the boy finally decided he would go into a far country and eat the Devil’s apples. Oh, Satan does have some beautiful apples.

But Each Beautiful Apple Has Worms
Notice next that Satan’s apples really have worms. The prodigal boy went “into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living. And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land, and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him.”

You see, when he bit down into the apple, he found a worm. That is what you always find when you bite into the Devil’s apples! Sometimes when you bite into the Devil’s apples, you will find half a worm! Some of it you will have already swallowed! That is not a joke when you apply it to sin, as I am applying it now. Lots of times when you bite in and do not find a worm, you have already swallowed it. The sin is committed and you can’t get done with it as easily as you think. You will find out the Devil is a liar when it is too late to retract some things, when it is too late to live over some things.

Sure, with some of his years already wasted, with his money gone, with a diseased body, with his dad brokenhearted and disgraced in public and his mother sobbing her heart out every night on the pillow, this boy found it was not so pleasant in a far country. All that had to happen before he found that Satan’s apples have worms.

You do not believe that the Devil’s apples have worms; but one day, when it turns out bitter. you will find a worm in that apple.

I want to read a few verses on this Bible doctrine that all Satan’s apples have worms. And it is a Bible doctrine!

“And when he [the prophet of God] looked on Amalek, he took up his parable, and said, Amalek was the first of the nations; but his latter end shall be that he perish for ever.” – Num. 24:20.

The Amalekites were the people who went against Israel and fought against them. God said, “I’m going to destroy them. They are the strongest nation in all the land, the first of the nations. But you wait until the end; you will find they are not so hot. You will find that the Devil’s apples have worms.”

Here is another Scripture on this Bible doctrine that all Satan’s apples have worms.

“Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.” – Ps. 37:7-10

“David, don’t fret because of that old sinner. Don’t complain because that man is getting along better than you are.”

David had said, “Lord, here is a sinner who is making good money and having a good time. I am living for You and am having it tough. This man who is living for the Devil seems to prosper.”

God said, “David, don’t worry about that. He has pretty apples, but all of them have worms.”

Listen to what God says:

“Cease from anger, and forsake wrath: fret not thyself in any wise to do evil. For evil doers shall be cut off: but those that wait upon the Lord, they shall inherit the earth. For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be.”

Just watch awhile and you will find that really he does not prosper. The man who has plenty of the Devil’s apples and thinks they are wonderful and seems to enjoy them – watch him for awhile, and you will find that every one of his apples will have worms. “The man who seems to prosper in his sin won’t keep on prospering.” God is saying to David.

Another Scripture on this Bible doctrine that all Satan’s apples have worms is Proverbs 5:3-5. This is a story to young people.

“For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb [Isn’t she sweet? Aren’t her kisses sweet? And there is the allure of her arms about you, and the allure of her sweet perfume and her soft hair and skin], and her mouth is smoother than oil: But her end” – oh, yes, the end – “But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two edged sword. Her feet go down to death: her steps take hold on hell.”

Yes, sin is beautiful to start with. Satan himself, when he sends his ministers, sends them like angels of light. My, how beautiful are the Devil’s angels!

Young person, listen! Now you have your friends and you are having a high old time. You go the way of sin. You give way to your sex passion. Maybe it is in petting and necking. Maybe it is in the lewdness of the dirty picture show. Maybe it is on the dance floor. Maybe it is in mixed bathing. But wait! “Her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two edged sword. Her feet go down to death: her steps take hold on hell.” This is the Bible doctrine that all Satan’s apples have worms when you get down to the core!

Proverbs, chapter 14, has this same Bible doctrine, that all Satan’s apples have worms, that his promises are lies, that all his good times turn out in sorrow and heartbreak. Verses 12 to 14 say:

“There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death. Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; and the end of that mirth is heaviness. The backslider in heart shall be filled with his own ways: and a good man shall be satisfied from himself.”

Oh, young people, wait until you see the end! Do not judge by the beginning; judge by the end! Do not, I say, depend on how the Devil makes it look at the start. You had better see how God says it will end. The Devil’s apples look nice, smell nice, taste nice at first. But you will find out the truth when you bite into the worms of sin, sorrow, corruption, disappointments, broken hearts, smiting consciences, and torment in Hell.

Listen again!

“There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death. Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful …”

Oh, there is laughter in the night clubs. There is laughter in the lewd, dirty shows. There is laughter in barrooms – and shooting, too, and divorce, and broken homes, and broken hearts, and the making of paupers and harlots and drunkards! Sure, there is lots of laughter. But remember that in that kind of laughter that “even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; and the end of that mirth is heaviness.”

Many people laugh and laugh. But then they find it does not make them happy, and they go out – some often to commit suicide. Others go out in disappointment, with disillusionment written on their poor hardened faces because of sin.

It is said that in a great city there was a physician famous for his counsel. A man came to him one day and said, “Doctor, I want you to see what is wrong with me.”

The doctor checked him over and said, “Your heart is all right. Your lungs are all right. Your blood pressure is normal. But you look as if you are run-down and tired, disillusioned, and unhappy. You need to do what I did. Go out to the circus and laugh at the antics of a famous clown with his funny mask, his big shoes, and his slapstick. He got bowled over a number of times. More funny things happened. I went and I laughed and laughed! I prescribe for you a visit to the same circus. Sit for two hours and laugh at that clown, and forget your troubles and have a happy heart.”

The man said, “Doctor, your prescription won’t do me any good. I am that clown!”

The man who provides the laughter for the world will soon find that it turns to heaviness. You who have all the sweetness the Devil can give, drink it down. Prodigal boy in the far country, drink it down. Wayward girl here in Cleveland, when you come to the dregs in the bottom of the cup you will find them bitter as wormwood! You will wish you were dead. Oh, I tell you now, the end of that kind of mirth is heaviness! All Satan’s apples have worms, the Bible clearly teaches. Every promise of a good time the Devil ever made is a lie. Every good time the Devil ever gave was misery when the other side was reached. It never turns out happily.

“There is a way that seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.” – Prov 16:25.

That is a repetition of what was said in the 14th chapter. Here is another in Proverbs, chapter 23, (This is what liquor does. And every one of the Devil’s apples end up the same way – with worms.)

“Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.” – Vss. 31,32.

Do not look at it! You say, “But it looks so beautiful. See the bubbles. See the foam sparkle. When people taste it, their eyes get brighter. Suddenly they feel so witty! Everybody laughs at their jokes after they have a few drinks, and they have such a good time. Their inhibitions are gone. They used to be so timid; now they can make speeches. They can sing the loudest of anybody now.”

But listen to what the Bible says:

“Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. AT THE LAST (you had better think about what is in the core before you eat any of the Devil’s apples) AT THE LAST it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.”

That is what wine does. That is what liquor does. That is what every kind of sin does. The Devil has worms in the core of every apple.

Ah, the prodigal boy! His money was gone after awhile. Did you know that it pays in dollars and cents to be a Christian and to live straight? How many people have found when they tried the Devil’s way to make money they could not keep it! Did you know that a Christian can hold a better job than one who is not a Christian? Don’t let the Devil tell you that you can’t hold a good job unless you drink. The contrary is true. The traveling salesman thinks he has to drink a little to hold his job. But nearly always, in the same company, the president got there because he did not drink! He had character. He could be trusted.

I tell you now, the Devil is a liar when he makes you think you cannot get along in this world without sin. I say, the Devil means to deceive and ruin you. He lies when he promises anything at all for sin. Always at the last it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder.

All the prodigal boy’s money was soon gone after he went to the far country. If he had stayed at home and worked hard, he would have still had money in his jeans. But his money was soon gone, then his friends were gone.

I have preached in many rescue missions in America – in the Pacific Garden Mission in Chicago, the Sunshine Mission, the Mel Trotter Mission in Grand Rapids, in the Evansville Rescue Mission at Evansville, Indiana. The same thing happens everywhere. A fellow spends his money in the dirty booze joint and has a high old time. Then when it is gone, he is kicked out. Then he comes down to the mission to get a cup of coffee and a sandwich or a hamburger or a doughnut. The simple fact is, the Devil’s crowd are not good friends when your money is gone.

You remember Judas Iscariot. He thought, “Jesus isn’t a good friend of mine. He doesn’t give me enough money. I have been stealing some out of the purse, but I can’t get much now. And there is Mary who came with three hundred pence. (Really three hundred Roman denarii, One denarius represented about a day’s wages ordinarily.) She spent it all for perfume, then broke the bottle and poured it out over Jesus. I told her she ought to have saved the money to give to the poor. I could have carried it, and would have gotten more out of it. I never will get rich this way. These Pharisees, these scribes, will pay me more than this.”

So Judas went down to see them and inquired: “How much will you give me to betray Him? I will lead you right out where He has His prayer meetings; there, when nobody can defend Him, I will show you how to take Him. How much money will you give me?”

“We will give you thirty pieces of silver.”

Judas thought, Boy, that is more money than I have had in one day in a long time! I’ll sure do it. And Judas fell.

Yes, Judas has gotten one of Satan’s apples. He led Jesus’ enemies out there and got the money. They took Jesus and brought Him back to kill Him. About that time Judas’ conscience began to work. He began to find the apple had a worm in it. He came back and said to those priests, those Pharisees, and those scribes, “Take this money back! I have betrayed innocent blood! My conscience is burning like fire. I feel as if I am already in Hell. Take the money back and turn Jesus loose!”

They said, “You see to that yourself, old boy. We made the bargain and got what we wanted. What do we care about your conscience? What do we care if you go to Hell? What do we care about your broken heart?” (See Matt, 27:3-5.)

So Judas threw the money on the stone floor, then went out and hanged himself. Can you hear the ringing of the coins as he threw them down and as they scattered around the feet of those avaricious and wicked men? When Judas got down to the core of the Devil’s apple, it was bitter with worms. You will find the same thing!

What I am saying is, when the man’s money was gone, his friends were gone. The Devil has no friends to stick by you in the long run. The best friends you have in the world on the Devil’s side will make a drunkard out of you or a dopehead or break up your home or make a sucker out of you. I say, Satan’s apples have worms.

So this prodigal’s money was gone after awhile, and his friends were also gone. Then there arose a mighty famine in that country.

Notice the succession of sin. First, his money was gone. That was the natural result of sin. Second, his friends were all gone; there was nobody to help him. That was the Devil’s part and the Devil’s way in sin. The Devil always quits you when you are in a tight spot. He and his friends never really help you when you most need them.

Next, there arose a mighty famine in that land. That was God’s punishment on sin. Sin itself brought one punishment; the boy’s money was gone. And Satan himself is a wicked, unreliable, hateful, pretended friend. He is the enemy, and called that in the Bible. You think he is your friend. No; the prodigal son didn’t have any friends. That is Satan’s part in sin. Then the famine came – God’s punishment on sin. A famine always comes. You cannot sin and get by.

Isn’t it strange that here in America we had first a great depression and then a war? No. That is because God won’t let sin get by. God never lets a prodigal boy land in a far country, play the fool, waste his substance with riotous living and devour it with harlots, then get out without a famine. If you have gone on in sin and have not landed in the hog pen, if you have not come where the famine is, you will, you are on the right road to it. It is the inevitable result of sin, This boy came to a famine.

Young people, do not be deceived by Satan! Oh, what a fool you are if you believe that happiness comes from the Devil’s way. What a fool you are if you believe his way turns out happily. It never did and it never will!

Somebody has well said that Satan has no happy old people. Satan has a lot of happy young people, if you mean happiness that comes from a good time in the sense of effervescent experiences, if you mean that kind of happiness – Hail fellow well met; pat me on the back; drink it down, and so on. The Devil has a lot of young people who start out thinking they are happy. But they soon find they are not. They find when they bite deep into the apple it has worms.

At Shamrock, Texas, where I was pastor of the First Baptist Church, Miss Irene Bryan came one day and said, “Brother Rice, a neighbor girl of mine, very prominent in society and monied circles, told me she is so despondent that she is thinking of killing herself. She is the victim of such melancholy that I wondered if I could bring her to see you.”

“Sure, bring her to see me.”

They came. This lovely girl, a beautifully dressed, cultured, well-educated young woman sat in my sitting room. She said, “Brother Rice, you tell me life is worth living. I know better. I have tried everything life has, I have gone with the country club crowd; I have danced; I have had my cocktails. I have enough money. I have traveled; I have seen the world. I have education. I have tried music and art and literature – I have tried all that. But I wish I were dead! Life isn’t worth living, I don’t see why God lets us be born into such a world, Everything in it is disillusionment and unhappiness. I have tried life, and it isn’t fit to live! I wish I were dead, and I am half a mind to kill myself!”

I said, “No, you don’t know all about life. You just know one side. Life is sweet and beautiful, if you are on the right side.”

She said, “Do you know any way more fit to live? I try to have a good time: I go with the gang, but the next morning my heart is so lonely; my head is splitting, and I feel like a fool! Do you know any way I could have some joy in life, some contentment, something that would give me happiness?”

I said, “I certainly do.”

She said, “I wish you would tell me.”

“Well, we will just get right down on our knees here and you can tell the Lord how empty your heart is. Tell Him you have tried all the Devil’s ways and they didn’t turn out well. Tell Him that you believed the Devil but that everything he said was a lie. Tell Him that all Satan’s apples have worms and you hate them. Then ask Jesus Christ to forgive you and come into your heart.”

“Will He do it?”

“He sure will! Try Him and see.”

Then I read some Scripture to her, and we got down together on our knees in the living room and prayed. Her tears wet the carpet as she knelt there while I prayed. She asked Jesus Christ to come into her heart and forgive her. She rose up with the peace of God in her heart. Her eyes filled with tears of joy, and her face was glad and happy.

What I am telling you about this girl, I have seen in a thousand hearts and lives and faces. I tell you, the Devil’s ways are ruinous, and the end thereof are the ways of death. The cocktail looks beautiful and bright, but you drink it, and at the last it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder. In the long run, Satan’s ways do not pan out.

This boy is down here in the hog pen now, a prodigal boy away from home, hungry-hearted, physically hungry, and dressed in rags.

“And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him.”

I have seen it all over America: the man who lives for the Devil may be picking up cigarette butts out of the street gutter. All over America I have seen that people who live for the Devil are likely to come to asking every passerby for a handout, telling some lie to get a few cents for another glass of beer. I say, all over America I have seen that such a man has to try every way, by hook and by crook, in order to keep soul and body together; and to him life is miserable, utterly miserable. No wonder people kill themselves! No wonder people take poison!

A woman in Fort Worth, Texas, put eight bichloride of mercury tablets in a glass of water and drank it down. Her home life was miserable. Jesus was not there. So she tried to kill herself. I went to St. Luke’s Hospital and the doctor said, “There is not a chance for her at all.” But she gave her heart to Christ; and He changed her heart, healed her body, and restored her home to happiness.

This prodigal boy found out that sin does not pay. It never paid anybody in the world, and you are a fool if you believe it does. The Devil has some beautiful apples, but they have worms in the cores. So this boy found out.

Throw Away Satan’s Apples
Now notice the next thing. First, the Devil has beautiful apples. Second, the apples have worms in them. Third, this boy threw his away. And that is what I want you to do tonight. Throw away the Devil’s apples! Down there in the hog pen he came to himself.

You know why you think it is such a “high old time” with drinking and dancing and necking and lewdness and these crazy ways of sin? Listen, you never have had a sensible thought. You are not in your right mind. Isaiah 1:18 says, “Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord.” You never did sit down at a table and reason with God. If you had ever had one sober, earnest, serious consideration, you would have been saved; you would have seen it was foolish and wicked to go to Hell in your sin. This boy came to himself.

A young woman in Chicago heard me preach and then talked to me later. She said she hated God because He had taken her mother. She cursed and swore at God and said she would never serve Him. I tried to get her saved: but she would not, at first, come to Christ. She said, “I guess you think I am a fool to come and hear you preach every day when I don’t believe in the stuff.”

I said, “No, I think the first time you have had any sense is when you came to hear an honest preacher.”

She kept on coming until God moved her heart and saved her and gave her sweet peace.

This prodigal boy in the Scripture came to his senses. And everyone who ever did come to his senses saw that sin was a fake, saw that the Devil was a liar, saw that the yawning pit of Hell was ahead of him if he stayed in sin, saw God’s mercy was free and turned to run to it.

This boy came to himself. He said, “I am going to arise and go to my father. Back home, my father’s servants, the hired servants, have plenty and to spare I wish I could get hack home with the hired men.” And he made up his mind, “I will arise and go to my father!”

Look about you at the happy old people. Look about you at other people with happiness in their hearts. They are not the people who gave way to Satan. They are the ones who lived for the Lord and stayed in the Father’s house. The boy said, “I am going back to my father.” So he got ready and went back.

A lot of people run down this boy. He did play the fool. He was a prodigal, a wastrel. He spent his money like water. He threw it away in a night at a poker game, perhaps, or a drinking party – money that it might have taken his father years to save. He surely was a fool. But I will tell you this about him: he came to himself and had sense enough to admit it.

Some of you are that same kind of a fool, but you have never faced the facts. You have never come to yourself. You had better say tonight, “I want to be saved; and, God helping me, I am going to turn to Jesus Christ.” This boy said, “I will arise and go to my father,” and he arose and came to his father.

You say, “Is being saved as simple as that?” It is even simpler! It can be done quicker than these words can be said: “The boy rose and came to his father.” If in your heart you will admit that sin is a wicked business, all a fake, that it doesn’t pay and if you will throw away the devil’s apples and turn to God, the Lord will give you His fruit right now. God’s fruit – how sweet it is! And at the last it is still sweet. A million years from now it will be getting better and better and better!

“He that doeth the will of God abideth for ever” (I John 2:17). “They that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever” (Dan. 12:3). Oh, righteousness and peace and joy and love without disappointment! The long years ahead will only serve to prove how good God was to those who served Him, “Showing mercy,” the Bible says, “unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my commandments” (Exod. 20:6).

The boy thought, I wish I had stayed home! I am going to get up now and go to my father. I don’t want anybody here to lift your hand for prayer unless you mean you want to be saved tonight. Most people who are “going to be saved sometime” are never saved. The road of Bye and Bye leads to the house of Never. It you are going to be saved, be like the prodigal who said, “I will arise and go to my father.” He came to his senses; he made the decision: he turned his back on his sin; he got up and came home to confess it to his father; he threw away the Devil’s apples. I hope you will do the same thing.

You May Have the Wonderful Fruit of God
Now there is one last word. The father had more than the Devil could ever give. His father had everything good. Here is the fruit the father gave the boy. First, the father ran to meet him, fell on his neck and kissed him.

Did anyone ever tell you that the Devil’s crowd is friendlier than the Lord’s crowd? You never did have the Devil give you things like this. The father came and fell on his neck and kissed him. The boy started to say, “Dad, I sure played the fool. I have sinned against heaven and in thy sight.” He had planned to say. “I am not fit to be your boy. Just let me live out in the bunkhouse with the hired hands and wash on the back porch and live just as though I were a hired man.” But he did not get that said. The father already had forgiven him! He fell on his son’s neck, kissed him and said to one of the men at the house, “Bring a robe for this boy.” (His robe had turned to rags. It alway’s turned out that way in the Devil’s service.) “And bring a ring for his finger.” (That was the sign of sonship, he was not a slave.) “And kill the fatted calf and let us be merry, my son that was dead is alive again!”

Suppose I meet that boy on the way home. “Hey, where are you going?”

“I’m going home to Dad. Don’t bother me.”

“Wait a minute! I want to talk to you.”

“No. Mr. Rice, I must hurry home. I have played the fool long enough.”

“Well, how do you feel?” (You know, a lot of people say, “If I felt right I would come.”)

“I feel like a bum, a crook, a fool: but I am going anyway.!”

“But don’t you think you had better wait until you feel right?”

“No. If Dad will forgive me and if I get a good meal under my belt, I’ll feel all right. Please leave me alone!”

And son he goes home.

I drove into a filling station down in Dallas, Texas, and said to a man there, “How are you today?”

“I’m not any good.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I feel like a fool.”

“What about?”

“I went out last night and got on a drunk, and did I have a big’un! When I came to my senses today, my head was splitting: and I didn’t have a dime in my pocket. I won’t have a penny for food this week unless I borrow it. I’ve got to pay my landlady. I’ve played the fool, and I don’t feel like working. If there ever was a fool, I’m that fool. If you want to know how I feel, that’s the way I feel.”

Don’t expect to feel so good before you come home. But this boy comes home. I say, “Wait a minute! Why you look pretty ragged to be going back to your father’s mansion. Isn’t he the rich fellow who lives up on the hill in that nice white house with the rolling acres?”

“Oh. Yes, that’s my father’s place.”

“Well, are you going back in those rags? Don’t you think you had better buy a good suit and wait until you earn your way?”

“Oh no! I can’t wait for anything. My father has a good suit of clothes. He has plenty! I’m going home and let him furnish those things.”

I say, “Where is all that money you wasted? Don’t you think you had better stop and earn a little?”

“No, I can’t earn it; I would starve to death. But I will go to my father. He has plenty; he will take care of me.”

“Well, how do you feel?”

“I feel bad, but I am going home to my father.” So here he goes.

A little later I slip up there. What a good time he is having! I hear the happy laughter of friends and the father’s soothing tones as he talks to the boy. I hear the rattle of silverware. I hear the servants talking as they gather around the table. I hear the father say, “Son, may I give you just a little more of this veal? It is mighty tender. We have kept this calf fattened up a year waiting for you to come home. Can’t you eat a little more?”

“Well, you can give me just a little more. Boy, I have never had anything like this before!”

Mother says, “May I give you another glass of buttermilk?” (Maybe he was a Southern boy and would want buttermilk!)

He is having a good time. I slip up by his side and whisper in his ear, “How do you feel, old boy?”

“I feel wonderful! My father loves me, and he has forgiven everything, and my heart is satisfied. I have on a nice robe that represents the righteousness of Christ. I have on the ring which means I am His son, God’s son. I have the shoes on my feet which means I am clothed with the Gospel of peace and am very proud of it. I have a message to tell. And I have had the fatted calf of God’s richest blessing. I feel fine!”

Don’t wait, brother. Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream. All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him.

O sinner, come on back to the Father’s house! Throw away the Devil’s apples, and you will find the Father has everything good and sweet for you. And in the long run, how glad you will he that you let Jesus be your Saviour, let God be your Father, had your sins forgiven and washed in the blood.

Don’t you want to come home tonight, young people? How many here have been away in a far country? You say, “But Brother Rice, I don’t see how I can give up this; and I don’t see how I can give up that.” Somebody says, “Well, I’ll try it.” No, I’m not talking about trying anything.

I say to the prodigal boy, “Will you let your father put a nice, clean, beautiful robe on you? Will you sit down and eat of this fatted calf? He has been saving this veal for you for months. Will you come and sit down and eat?” Does the boy say, “Well, I will try”? No, no! He says. “I’ll take it. I haven’t any money, but it is free.”

Will you let your Father come and fall on your neck and kiss you and forgive you? This boy did not say, “I will try.” He said, “Well, if Dad loves me enough to do it, I will take it.” And so he came home.

All God wants is for you to get out of the hog pen and start for home. The Father will rush to meet you and fall on your neck and kiss you and give you everything He has. Why don’t you come to the Father?

I remember when I first started preaching about the prodigal boy. I told about how long the way home was. I talked about how rough the road was and how tired the boy was. I discussed how his feet bled because he had no shoes. I talked about how he dreaded the long trip home and how he wondered whether the Father would be willing to take him in.

Then one day I discovered that was not in the Bible.

The Bible said, “I will arise and go to my father … And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.”

Listen, a sinner doesn’t have to do a lot of praying and begging and pleading to get God ready to save him. God is ready before he is. God is ready now: and if in your heart you will say to Him, “I am coming, Father, I am coming! I am tired of my sin,” the Father will meet you. Come on! Why, you couldn’t lift your heart up to Him before it is all done. You can’t take one step down the aisle, if you mean it, before He has already met you.

You remember Zacchaeus. Before he could slide down out of that tree and hit the ground, Jesus had already saved him! You can come to Jesus now and be saved as that boy was who went home. The father saw him and met him, and it was all over with. Will you come like that?

Oh, the feasting at the Father’s house! Oh, the blessing of the robe of righteousness! Oh, the security of a ring of sonship! Oh, the blessedness of carrying the Gospel with your feet shod with the shoes of the preparation of the Gospel of peace! Oh, the rejoicing and communion, sitting at the Father’s table, being fed on the glories of Heaven!

Don’t you want to come to the Father’s house? Throw away the apples of Sodom. Throw away the Devil’s promises which are lies! Throw away the Devil’s company – it will lead you to ruin – and come on.

Somebody says, “Brother Rice, I am just afraid I can’t give up so-and-so.” Do you really think so? Let me slip back to see the returned prodigal again. I hate to interrupt this happy party: but I slip back to the table and say to the young fellow, “How do you feel?”

“Oh, boy! This is wonderful!”

“Don’t you think you will have a good deal of trouble giving up the slop down there where you fed the hogs in the hog pen? Don’t you wish you were down there now for just a few more of those husks the swine ate?”

“Don’t talk to me like that! No, no!”

God will fix up the whole thing. He will change your heart, give you victory, joy and happiness unspeakable. Throw away the Devil’s apples. Come on home. The Father has better fruit than the Devil’s. Every promise of God is yea and amen! It will be better tomorrow than it is today. If you have gone on to serve God, when you are eighty years old, you will just begin to find how sweet it is. You will say, as I have heard a thousand old saints say, The way grows brighter the farther along I go. Oh yes, how many times they have said it; and how they love to say it, I have been serving the Lord fifty years (or sixty years), and I am not tired yet. And you never will be.

When I get to Heaven, I am going to say, “Paul, what about all the beatings you got?”

Paul will say, “Wasn’t that great! Wonderful! It doesn’t hurt any more. I’ve never regretted it at all, and I never will.”

At the end, the Devil’s way is sad and the cup is bitter. The Devil’s apples have worms. But the end, for the Lord’s people, is happiness and joy unspeakable and full of glory. Then come and be saved today. Won’t you be saved today?

How I thank God I was converted when I was just a little child! How I thank God that in His mercy He kept me from some of the ways of outward sin. Oh, how good He was! I want to serve Him until I die and then praise Him forever in Heaven. Oh, thank God for such a Saviour!

I wonder how many will say. “I have tried both ways, and I have found the Devil is a liar and a deceiver. His ways are miserable ways, and they lead to ruin. The Devil’s apples all have worms. The Devil’s promises are all lies.” How many can say, “I have tried both ways, and I know sin never pays. It breaks the heart; it smites the conscience; ruins the life, and I hate it. Thank God I found peace in Jesus.” How many will say, “I have tried both ways, and I have found the Devil’s way didn’t pay and God’s way did.”

Now listen, don’t you want to be saved tonight? All right, can you say, “Father, I am tired of the hog pen. I am tired of the ways of sin.” Can you say, “I am sorry for going away from home and going out in wickedness. It doesn’t pay. God forgive me.” Will you come back as that boy did and say, “I have sinned.” Will you come back that way? You will be received with open arms and go away happy tonight in the Saviour’s love. Won’t you come?