Sinners In The Hands of An Angry God

People remember Sinners In The Hands of An Angry God because it's a cool title, not like anything that we would preach today. I'm guessing that less than half the people who recognise it know that it was Jonathan Edwards, and less than half of those would pin it to some Great Awakening, without knowing there were three of four. A fair number might guess it was Puritan, New England, and 16-1700, because that's the stereotype for that group (not without reason). 

Yet it is a touch odd that that's the one remembered.  It wouldn't be what he was known for in his own day.  It would be as if a century from now, all that anyone remembered that some group, maybe the Rolling Stones but probably the Beatles, sang Sympathy For The Devil at Woodstock, and decided that was the most informative example of rock music. Well, no; you missed the story.  

Edwards was known as a vivid preacher, not a particularly condemnatory nor emotional one. He kept up with natural science and was knowledgeable about philosophy, he studied for hours daily. He preached quietly, but was known for fresh analogies and descriptions. Perhaps that is what made him powerful, for the territory of most of the sermon was fairly typical for the time. For all have sinned, and fall short of the glory of God. Basic Calvinism, heard not only Sundays but at weekday dinner tables and taverns. In this sermon, as with many of his others, Edwards stressed that this pull of this weight, dragging the sinner to Hell, was inexorable. You were going there unavoidably unless something were done about it. This is close to the reverse of what most Americans, including many Christians believe today.  It is a foundational, almost unquestioned belief that while we may not be completely innocent, we are mostly so, only needing a bit of instruction and encouragement. 

In his own day, Jonathan Edwards was known for his emphasis on grace, on the amazing love that God had shown - that for no reason other than his lovingkindness, God interfered with the inevitable torment we were sliding toward. In the imaging of a later writer, that we are not Jacob Marley, doomed to drag weights around in misery for eternity, but Ebeneezer Scrooge, miraculously given "time for amendment of life." Today we have a tendency to go back one step earlier and shift the blame off ourselves.  How/why did God get us in this mess to begin with?