C. H. Spurgeon 
Sermons on Our Lord’s Parables 
Delivered at the Metropolitan Tabernacle and New Park Street Chapel

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. I. First, then, we shall watch him while he is seeking. The kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchantman seeking goodly pearls. It is different from the man we read of just now who, by accident, discovered a treasure while he was in the field. He was looking for something else, and came upon the treasure. That is the man whom God, in infinite sovereignty, saves, though he was heretofore indifferent and careless. This is a person of a nobler sort. He is of a higher grade of mind – of altogether different mental constitution. He is seeking goodly pearls – something good, not exactly seeking the one pearl of great price, for at first he docs not know about it; but, still, he is seeking pearls, and he comes upon one pearl in consequence of his seeking.<br><br>Now, notice about him, as a seeker, that he has his mind aroused and engaged. He is thinking about something – thinking about pearls. His heart is occupied with his business. His energies are thrown into it. All his thoughts are in the direction of precious stones. Oh that we could wake men up to exercise the faculty of thinking, and then to direct, to regulate, and to control their thoughts! But thinking is an occupation that a great many persons altogether dislike. They are frivolous. We cannot get them to think about anything. Why is it that people are so passionately fond of reading novels, and so seldom read the true histories which are quite as interesting, and far more capable of affording pleasure and pastime? It is because the minds of men are frivolous. An idle tale – a silly story of a love-sick maid – will engross them by the hour together; but anything that is solid and worth the knowing seems to have small charm for their shallow brains. Many minds never get on the wing at all. Not a few men work so hard with their hands, and suffer such fatigue from bodily labour, that they are scarcely able to think much; while there are others who dissipate their time and consume their lives