From The Spurgeon Archive: Compel Them To Come In (4)

There is yet another class. You are halt. You are halting between two
opinions. You are sometimes seriously inclined, and at another time
worldly gaiety calls you away. What little progress you do make in
religion is but a limp. You have a little strength, but that is so little
that you make but painful progress. Ah, limping brother, to you also is the
word of this salvation sent. Though you halt between two opinions, the
Master sends me to you with this message: "How long halt ye between
two opinions? if God be God, serve him; if Baal be God, serve him."
Consider thy ways; set thine house in order, for thou shalt die and not
live. Because I will do this, prepare to meet thy God, O Israel! Halt no
longer, but decide for God and his truth.

And yet I see another class,--the blind. Yes, you that cannot see
yourselves, that think yourselves good when you are full of evil, that
put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter, darkness for light and light for
darkness; to you am I sent. You, blind souls that cannot see your lost
estate, that do not believe that sin is so exceedingly sinful as it is, and
who will not be persuaded to think that God is a just and righteous God,
to you am I sent. To you too that cannot see the Saviour, that see no
beauty in him that you should desire him; who see no excellence in
virtue, no glories in religion, no happiness in serving God, no delight in
being his children; to you, also, am I sent. Ay, to whom am I not sent if
I take my text? For it goes further than this--it not only gives a
particular description, so that each individual case may be met, but
afterwards it makes a general sweep, and says, "Go into the highways
and hedges." Here we bring in all ranks and conditions of men--my lord
upon his horse in the highway, and the woman trudging about her
business, the thief waylaying the traveller--all these are in the highway,
and they are all to be compelled to come in, and there away in the
hedges there lie some poor souls whose refuges of lies are swept away,
and who are seeking not to find some little shelter for their weary
heads, to you, also, are we sent this morning. This is the universal
command--compel them to come in.