Where then, are all my spots?

(Susannah Spurgeon, "A Basket of Summer Fruit")

"You are all beautiful, My beloved; there is no spot
 in you!" Song of Songs 4:7

"Ah!" I hear some timid, trembling believer say, "Such
a text can have nothing to do with me! I am the very
opposite of all that is beautiful and spotless. The eyes
of my soul have seen hideous sights within, which I can
never forget; and I loathe myself and my sin so much,
that though I believe God has forgiven me for Christ's
sake—I feel it impossible to take those precious words
as addressed to one so sinful and imperfect as myself!"

Yet, trembling soul, I would bid you take courage, and
look up! Christ's love for His people is marvelously set
forth in this Song of Songs. The same precious blood
was poured out to redeem the least lamb of the flock,
as for the choicest sheep!

Come, then, timid one—rejoice in the blessed fact that
you are indeed precious to the Lord—and He says, "You
are all beautiful, My beloved!" Adoringly bow before Him
in wonder—at the miracle His love has wrought in you.

It ill becomes the bride of Christ to ignore His loveliness,
which He has put upon her, and go about bemoaning the
scars and blemishes which His great love overlooks and

It is quite true that, in themselves, believers are sorrowfully
imperfect and sinful; but if the Lord Jesus, in His marvelous
mercy, unrobes Himself to cover over their unrighteousness,
they may well be content to be thus made "beautiful" in His
sight. We cannot comprehend the mystery and sublimity of
Divine love; but it is the sole and all-sufficient reason for the
dear Lord's estimate of us; and when He uses such endearing
language—our hearts melt and are ravished by His wondrous
condescension. With reverence we say it—when our dear
Master deigns to address us in accents of love and admiration,
our souls are thrilled with heavenly bliss, and we are uplifted
beyond all the sorrows and vexations of this world, into an
atmosphere of unspeakable spiritual joy!

"My beloved!" Oh, say it again, dear Savior! Let the music
of Your voice touch and vibrate through the deepest chords
of my nature, and awaken sweet responses in my soul! You
are the fount and source of all love; oh, fill me, overwhelm
me, plunge me in this sea of mercy and of grace! I would be
swallowed up in it—knowing no other joy or bliss comparable
to that of being able to say, "My Beloved is mine—and I am His!"

"There is no spot in you." Can our loving Lord really mean
this? He does, indeed! "Where then, are all my spots,
dear Lord, for they were legion—and sin must render me
vile and loathsome in Your pure sight?"

All the sins—past, present, and future—all the deformity and
blackness—are cleansed away by Christ's blood—covered by
His righteousness! And so completely is this done, that God
Himself can find no remnant or stain of that which would
have meant eternal death to an unwashed soul. The poor
sinner is lifted from the depths of sin—to the heights of
heavenly bliss! "What kind of love is this?" It is so Divine
and incomprehensible that, in the contemplation of it,
we are lost in wonder and amazement!

Lord Jesus, what a glorious Savior You are! All the sin,
which made Your bride so black and vile—was laid upon

"There is no spot in you." An old writer says—"Now, if
God sees no spot—why should you be prying after one?
Poring over your misery, searching after your blackness
and depravity—will be no help to you. This only keeps
your eyes off Jesus, instead of up unto Jesus. You cannot
look two ways at once. How did the poor serpent-bitten
Israelites in the wilderness get relief and healing? By
looking to their sores, their wounds, their malady? Oh,
no! It was by looking to the brazen serpent! And if you
would get relief—it must be by looking to Jesus Christ!"