"Where Art Thou?" Part One by D.L. Moody

THE very first thing that happened after the news reached heaven of the fall of man, was that God
came straight down to seek out the lost one. As He walks through the garden in the cool of the day,
you can hear Him calling “Adam! Adam! Where art thou?” It was the voice of grace, of mercy, and
of love. Adam ought to have taken the seeker’s place, for he was the transgressor. He had fallen,
and he ought to have gone up and down Eden crying, “My God! my God! where art Thou?” But
God left heaven to seek through the dark world for the rebel who had fallen — not to hurl him from
the face of the earth, but to plan him an escape from the misery of his sin. And he finds him —
where? Hiding from his Creator among the bushes of the garden.

The moment a man is out of communion with God, even the professed child of God, he wants to
hide away from Him. When God left Adam in the garden, he was in communion with his Creator,
and God talked with him; but now that he has fallen, he has no desire to see his Creator, he has lost
communion with his God. He cannot bear to see Him, even to think of Him, and he runs to hide from
God. But to his hiding place his Maker follows him. “Where art thou, Adam? Where art thou?”





Six thousand years have passed away, and this text has come rolling down the ages. I doubt whether
there has been anyone of Adam’s sons who has not heard it at some period or other of his life —
sometimes in the midnight hour stealing over him — “Where am I? Who am I? Where am I going?
and what is going to be the end of this?” I think it is well for a man to pause and ask himself that
question. I would have you ask it, little boy; and you, little girl; and you, old man with locks turning
gray, and eyes growing dim, and natural force abating, you who will soon be in another world. I do
not ask you where you are in the sight of your neighbors; I do not ask you where you are in the sight
of your friends; I do not ask you where you are in the sight of the community in which you live. It is
of very little account where we are in the sight of one another, it is of very little account what men
think of us; but it is of vast importance what God thinks of us — it is of vast importance to know
where men are in the sight of God; and that is the question now. Am I in communion with my
Creator, or out of communion? If I am out of communion, there is no peace, no joy, no happiness.
No man on the face of the earth, who was out of communion with his Creator, ever knew what
peace, and joy, and happiness, and true comfort are. He is a foreigner to it. But when we are in
communion with God, there is light all around our path. So ask yourselves this question. Do not think
I am preaching to your neighbors, but remember I am trying to speak to you, to everyone of you as
if you were alone. It was the first question put to man after his fall, and it was a very small audience
that God had — Adam and his wife. But God was the preacher; and although they tned to hide, the
words came home to them. Let them come home to you now. You may think that your life is hid,
that God does not know anything about you. But he knows our lives a great deal better than we do;
and His eye has been bent upon us from our earliest childhood until now.

“Where art thou?” I should like to divide my audience into three classes — the professed Christians,
the Backsliders, and the Ungodly.

First, I would like to ask the professors this question, or rather let God ask it — Where art thou?
What is my position in the church, and among my circle of acquaintance? Do my friends know me to
be, out and out, on the Lord’s side? You may have been a professing Christian for twenty years,
perhaps thirty, perhaps forty years. Well, where are you tonight? Are you making progress towards
heaven? And can you give a reason for the hope that is within you? Suppose I were to ask those
who were really Christians here to rise, would you be ashamed to stand up? Suppose I should ask
every professed child of God here, “If you should be cut down by the hand of death, have you good
reason to believe you would be saved?” Would you be willing to stand up before God and man, and
say that you have good reason to believe you are passed from death unto life? Or would you be
ashamed? Run your mind back over the past years: would it be consistent for you to say, “I am a
Christian;” and would your life correspond with your profession? It is not what we say so much as
how we live. Actions speak louder than words. Do your shopmates know that you are a Christian?
Do your family know? Do they know you to be out and out on the Lord’s side? Let every professed
Christian ask, Where am I in the sight of God? Is my heart loyal to the King of heaven? Is my life
here as it should be in the community I live in? Am I a light in this dark world? Christ says, “Ye are
My witnesses.” Christ was the Light of the world, and the world would not have the true Light; the
world rose up and put out the Light, and now Christ says, “I leave you down here to testify of Me; I
leave you down here as My witnesses.” That is what the apostle meant when he said that Christians
are to be living epistles, known and read of all men. Then, am I standing up for Jesus as I should in
this dark world? If a man is for God, let him say so. If a man is for God, let him come out and be on
God’s side; and if he is for the world, let him be in the world. This serving God and the world at the
same time — this being on both sides at the same time — is just the curse of Christianity at the
present time. It retards the progress of Christianity more than any other thing. “If any man will come
after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily and follow Me.”

I have heard of a great many people who think if they are united to the church, and have made one
profession, that will do for all the rest of their days. But there is a cross for everyone of us daily. Oh,
child of God, where are you? If God should appear to you tonight in your bedroom and put the
question, what would be your answer? Could you say, “Lord, I am serving Thee with my whole
heart and strength; I am improving my talents and preparing for the kingdom to come?” When I was
in England in 1867, there was a merchant who came over from Dublin, and was talking with a
business man in London; and as I happened to look in, he introduced me to the man from Dublin.
Alluding to me, the latter said to the former, “Is this young man all O O?” Said the London man,
“What do you mean by O O?” Replied the Dublin man, “Is he Out-and-Out for Christ?” I tell you it
burned down into my soul. It means a good deal to be O O for Christ; but that is what all Christians
ought to be, and their influence would be felt on the world very soon, if men who are on the Lord’s
side would come out and take their stand, and lift up their voices in season and out of season. As I
have said, there are a great many in the church who make one profession, and that is about all you
hear of them; and when they come to die you have to go and hunt up some musty old church records
to know whether they were Christians or not. God won’t do that. I have an idea that when Daniel
died, all the men in Babylon knew whom he served. There was no need for them to hunt up old
books. His life told his story. What we want is men with a little courage to stand up for Christ. When
Christianity wakes up, and every child that belongs to the Lord is willing to speak for Him, is willing
to work for Him, and, if need be, willing to die for Him, then Christianity will advance, and we shall
see the work of the Lord prosper. There is one thing which I fear more than anything else, and that is
the dead cold formalism of the Church of God. Talk about the isms! Put them all together, and I do
not fear them so much as dead, cold formalism. Talk about the false isms! There is none so
dangerous as this dead, cold formalism, which has come right into the heart of the Church. There are
so many of us just sleeping and slumbering while souls all around are perishing. I believe honestly that
we professed Christians are all half asleep. Some of us are beginning to rub our eyes and to get them
half-opened, but as a whole we are asleep.

There was a little story going the round of the American press that made a great impression upon me
as a father. A father took his little child out into the field one Sabbath, and, it being a hot day, he lay
down under a beautiful shady tree. The little child ran about gathering wild flowers and little blades of
grass, and coming to its father and saying, “Pretty! pretty!” At last the father fell asleep, and while he
was sleeping the little child wandered away. When he awoke, his first thought was, “Where is my
child?” He looked all around, but he could not see him. He shouted at the top of his voice, but all he
heard was the echo of his own voice. Running to a little hill, he looked around and shouted again. No
response! Then going to a precipice at some distance, he looked down, and there upon the rocks
and briars, he saw the mangled form of his loved child. He rushed to the spot, took up the lifeless
corpse and hugged it to his bosom, and accused himself of being the murderer of his child. While he
was sleeping his child had wandered over the precipice. I thought as I heard that, what a picture of
the church of God!

How many fathers and mothers, how many Christian men, are sleeping now while their children
wander over the terrible precipice right into the bottomless pit of hell. Father, where is your boy
tonight? It may be just out there in some public house; it may be reeling through the streets; it may be
pressing onwards to a drunkard’s grave. Mother, where is your son? Is he in the house of the
publican drinking away his soul — everything that is dear and sacred to him? Do you know where
your boy is? Father, you have been a professed Christian for forty years; where are your children
tonight? Have you lived so godly, and so Christ-like, that you can say, Follow me as I followed
Christ? Are those children walking in wisdom; are they on their way to glory; have they been
gathered into the fold of Christ; are their names written in the Lamb’s Book of Life? How many
fathers and mothers today would be able to answer? Did you ever stop to think that you were to
blame; that you had not been faithful to your children? Depend upon it, as long as the church is living
so much like the world, we cannot expect our children to be brought into the fold. Come, O Lord,
and wake up every mother, and may everyone of us who are parents feel the worth of the souls of
the children that God has given us. May they never bring our gray hairs with sorrow to the grave, but
may they become a blessing to the church and to the world. Not long ago the only daughter of a
wealthy friend of mine sickened and died. The father and mother stood by her dying bed. He had
spent all his time in accumulating wealth for her; she had been introduced into gay and fashionable
society; but she had been taught nothing of Christ. As she came to the brink of the river of death, she
said, “Won’t you help me; it is very dark, and the stream is bitter cold.” They wrung their hands in
grief, but could do nothing for her; and the poor girl died in darkness and despair. What was their
wealth to them? And yet, you mothers and fathers are doing the same thing in London today, by
ignoring the work God has given you to do. I beseech you, then, each one of you, begin to labor
now for the souls of your children!




A young man, some time ago, lay dying, and his mother thought he was a Christian. One day,
passing his room door she heard him say, “Lost! lost! lost!” The mother ran into the room and cried,
“My boy, is it possible you have lost your hope in Christ, now you are dying?” “No, mother, it is not
that; I have a hope beyond the grave, but I have lost my life. I have lived twenty-four years, and
done nothing for the Son of God, and now I am dying. My life has been spent for myself; I have
lived for this world, and now, while I am dying, I have given myself to Christ; but my life is lost.”
Would it not be said of many of us, if we should be cut down, that our lives have been almost a
failure — perhaps entirely a failure as far as leading anyone else to Christ is concerned? Young lady!
are you working for the Son of God? Are you trying to win some soul to Christ? Have you tried to
get some friend or companion to have her name written in the book of life? Or would you say, “Lost,
lost! long years have rolled away since I became a child of God, and I have never had the privilege
of leading one soul to Christ?” If there is one professed child of God who never had the joy of
leading even one soul into the kingdom of God, oh! let him begin at once. There is no greater
privilege on earth. And I believe, my friends, there has never been a time, in our day, at least, when
work for Christ was more needed than at present. I do not believe there ever was in your day or
mine a time when the Spirit of God was more poured out upon the world. There is not a part of
Christendom where the work is not being carried on; and it looks very much as if the glad tidings
were just going to take, as it were, a fresh start, and go round the globe. Is it not time that the
Church of God should wake up and come to the help of the Lord as one man, and strive to beat
back those dark waves of death that roll through our streets, bearing upon their bosom the noblest
and the best we have? Oh, may God wake up the Church! And let us trim our lights, and go forth
and work for the kingdom of His Son.

Now, Secondly, let me talk a little while to those who have gone back into the world — to the
Backslider. It may be you came to some great city a few years ago a professed Christian. You were
member of a church once, and a teacher in the Sabbath school, perhaps; but when you came among
strangers you thought you would just wait a little — perhaps take a class by and by. So you gave up
teaching in the Sunday school; you gave up all work for Christ. Then in your new church you did not
receive the attention or the warm welcome that you expected. and you got into the habit of staying
away. You have gone so far now, that you are found in the theater, perhaps, and the companion of
blasphemers and drunkards. Perhaps I am speaking now to someone who has been away from his
father’s house for many years. Come, now, backslider, tell me, are you happy? Have you had one
happy hour since you left Christ? Does the world satisfy you, or those husks that you have got in the
far country? I have traveled a good deal, but I never found a happy backslider in my life. I never
knew a man who was really born of God that ever could find the world satisfy him afterwards. Do
you think the Prodigal Son was satisfied in that foreign country? Ask the prodigals in this city if they
are truly happy. You know they are not. “There is no peace, saith my God to the wicked.” There is
no joy for the man in rebellion against his Creator. Supposing he has tasted the heavenly gift, and
been in communion with God, and had sweet fellowship with the King of Heaven, and had pleasant
hours of service for the Master, but has backslidden, is it possible that he can be happy? If he is, it is
good evidence he was never really converted. If a man has been born again, and has received the
heavenly nature, this world can never satisfy the cravings of his nature. Oh, backslider, I pity you!
But I want to tell you that the Lord Jesus pities you a good deal more than anyone else can. He
knows how bitter your life is; He knows how dark your life is; He wants you to come home. Oh,
backslider, come home tonight! I have a loving message from your Father. The Lord wants you, and
calls you back tonight Come home, oh wanderer, this night; return from the dark mountains of sin.”
Return, and your Father will give you a warm welcome. I know that the devil has told you that God
won’t have anything to do with you, because you have wandered away. If that is true, there would
be very few men in heaven. David backslid; Abraham and Jacob turned away from God; I do not
believe there is a saint in heaven but at some time of his life with his heart has backslidden from God.
Perhaps not in his life, but in his heart. The prodigal’s heart got into the far country before his body
got there. Backslider! tonight come home. Your Father does not want you to stay away. Think you
the prodigal’s father was not anxious for him to come home all those long years he was there? Every
year the father was looking and longing for him to return home. So God wants you to come home. I
do not care how far you have wandered away; the great Shepherd will receive you back into the
fold tonight. Did you ever hear of a backslider coming home, and God not willing to receive him? I
have heard of earthly fathers and mothers not being willing to receive back their sons; but I defy any
man to say he ever knew a really honest backslider want to get home, but God was willing to take
him in.