"Surrender your very selves to God as living men who have risen
from the dead" (Romans 6:13, Weymouth).
I went one night to hear an address on consecration. No special
message came to me from it, but as the speaker kneeled to pray,
he dropped this sentence: "O Lord, Thou knowest we can trust the
Man that died for us." And that was my message. I rose and
walked down the street to the train; and as I walked, I pondered
deeply all that consecration might mean to my life and--I was
afraid. And then, above the noise and clatter of the street
traffic came to me the message: "You can trust the Man that died
I got into the train to ride homeward; and as I rode, I thought
of the changes, the sacrifices, the disappointments which
consecration might mean to me and--I was afraid.
I reached home and sought my room, and there upon my knees I saw
my past life. I had been a Christian, an officer in the church,
a Sunday-school superintendent, but had never definitely yielded
my life to God.
Yet as I thought of the darling plans which might be baffled, of
the cherished hopes to be surrendered, and the chosen profession
which I might be called upon to abandoned--I was afraid.
I did not see the better things God had for me, so my soul was
shrinking back; and then for the last time, with a swift rush of
convicting power, came to my innermost heart that searching
"My child, you can trust the Man that died for you. If you
cannot trust Him whom can you trust?"
That settled it for me, for in a flash I saw that the Man who so
loved me as to die for me could be absolutely trusted with all
the concerns of the life He had saved.
Friend, you can trust the Man that died for you. You can trust
Him to baffle no plan which is not best to be foiled, and to
carry out every one which is for God's glory and your highest
good. You can trust Him to lead you in the path which is the
very best in this world for you.--J H. McC
"Just as I am, thy love unknown,
Has broken every barrier down,
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine ALONE,
O Lamb of God, I come!"
"Life is not salvage to be saved out of the world, but an
investment to be used in the world."
Make a Way
"I will make all my mountains a way" (Isa.49:11).
God will make obstacles serve His purpose. We all have mountains
in our lives. There are people and things that threaten to bar
our progress in the Divine life. Those heavy claims, that
uncongenial occupation, that thorn in the flesh, that daily
cross--we think that if only these were removed we might live
purer, tenderer, holier lives; and often we pray for their
"Oh, fools, and slow of heart!" These are the very conditions of
achievement; they have been put into our lives as the means to
the very graces and virtues for which we have been praying so
long. Thou hast prayed for patience through long years, but
there is something that tries thee beyond endurance; thou hast
fled from it, evaded it, accounted it an unsurmountable obstacle
to the desired attainment, and supposed that its removal would
secure thy immediate deliverance and victory.
Not so! Thou wouldest gain only the cessation of temptations to
impatience. But this would not be patience. Patience can be
acquired only through just such trials as now seem unbearable.
Go back; submit thyself. Claim to be a partaker in the patience
of Jesus. Meet thy trials in Him. There is nothing in life which
harasses and annoys that may not become subservient to the
highest ends. They are His mountains. He puts them there. We
know that God will not fail to keep His promise. "God
understandeth the way thereof and knoweth the place thereof. For
he looketh to the ends of the earth, and seeth under the whole
heaven"; and when we come to the foot of the mountains, we shall
find the way.--Christ in Isaiah, by Meyer
"The meaning of trial is not only to test worthiness, but to
increase it; as the oak is not only tested by the storm, but
toughened by them."
"Quit you like men, be strong" (1 Cor. 16:13).
Do not pray for easy lives! Pray to be stronger men. Do not pray
for tasks equal to your powers. Pray for powers equal to your
tasks. Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle, but you
shall be a miracle. --Phillips Brooks.
We must remember that it is not in any easy or self-indulgent
life that Christ will lead us to greatness. The easy life leads
not upward, but downward. Heaven always is above us, and we must
ever be looking up toward it. There are some people who always
avoid things that are costly, that require self-denial, or
self-restraint and sacrifice, but toil and hardship show us the
only way to nobleness. Greatness comes not by having a mossy
path made for you through the meadow, but by being sent to hew
out a roadway by your own hands. Are you going to reach the
mountain splendors? --Selected.
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift.
Shun not the struggle; face it. 'Tis God's gift.
Say not the days are evil--Who's to blame?
And fold the hands and acquiesece--O shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, In God's name.
It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long,
Faint not, fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.
--Maltbie D. Babcock
When Do We Praise
"And Jesus lifted up his eyes, and said, Father, I thank thee
that thou hast heard me" (John 11:41).
This is a very strange and unusual order. Lazarus is still in
the grave, and the thanksgiving precedes the miracle of
resurrection. I thought that the thanksgiving would have risen
when the great deed had been wrought, and Lazarus was restored
to life again. But Jesus gives thanks for what He is about to
receive. The gratitude breaks forth before the bounty has
arrived, in the assurance that it is certainly on the way. The
song of victory is sung before the battle has been fought. It is
the sower who is singing the song of the harvest home. It is
thanksgiving before the miracle!
Who thinks of announcing a victory-psalm when the crusaders are
just starting out for the field? Where can we hear the grateful
song for the answer which has not yet been received? And after
all, there is nothing strange or forced, or unreasonable in the
Master's order. Praise is really the most vital preparatory
ministry to the working of the miracles. Miracles are wrought by
spiritual power. Spiritual power is always proportioned to our
PRAISE CHANGES THINGS
Nothing so pleases God in connection with our prayer as our
praise, and nothing so blesses the man who prays as the praise
which he offers. I got a great blessing once in China in this
connection. I had received bad and sad news from home, and deep
shadows had covered my soul. I prayed, but the darkness did not
vanish. I summoned myself to endure, but the darkness only
deepened. Just then I went to an inland station and saw on the
wall of the mission home these words: "Try Thanksgiving." I did,
and in a moment every shadow was gone, not to return. Yes, the
Psalmist was right, "It is a good thing to give thanks unto the
Lord."--Rev. Henry W. Frost
It Is Sufficient
"IS" (2 Cor. 12:9).
It had pleased God to remove my youngest child under
circumstances of peculiar trial and pain; and as I had just laid
my little one's body in the churchyard, on return home, I felt
it my duty to preach to my people on the meaning of trial.
Finding that this text was in the lesson for the following
Sabbath, I chose it as my Master's message to them and myself;
but on trying to prepare the notes, I found that in honesty I
could not say that the words were true; and therefore I knelt
down and asked God to let His grace be sufficient for me. While
I was thus pleading, I opened my eyes and saw a framed
illuminated text, which my mother had given me only a few days
before, and which I had told my servant to place upon the wall
during my absence at the holiday resort where my little one was
taken away from us.
I did not notice the words on returning to my house; but as I
looked up and wiped my eyes, the words met my gaze, "My grace is
sufficient for thee."
The "is" was picked out in bright green while the "My" and the
"thee" were painted in another color.
In one moment the message came straight to my soul, as a rebuke
for offering such a prayer as, "Lord, let Thy grace be
sufficient for me"; for the answer was almost as an audible
voice, "How dare you ask that which is?" God cannot make it any
more sufficient than He has made it; get up and believe it, and
you will find it true, because the Lord says it in the simplest
way: "My grace is not shall be or may be. sufficient for thee."
"My," "is," and "thee" were from that moment, I hope, indelibly
fixed upon my heart; and I thank God. have been trying to live
in the reality of the message from that day forward to the
present time. The lesson that came to me, and which I seek to
convey to others, is, Never turn God's facts into hopes, or
prayers, but simply use them as realities, and you will find
them powerful as you believe them.--Prebendary H. W. Webb Peploe
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercies,
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father's full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again.
--Annie Johnson Flint
Flowing From Us
"Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south, blow upon my garden,
that the spices thereof may flow out!" (Song of Solomon 4:16).
Look at the meaning of this prayer a moment. Its root is found
in the fact that, as delicious odors may lie latent in a spice
tree, so graces may lie unexercised and undeveloped in a
Christian's heart. There is many a plant of profession; but from
the ground there breathes forth no fragrance of holy affections
or of godly deeds. The same winds blow on the thistle bush and
on the spice tree, but it is only one of them which gives out
Sometimes God sends severe blasts of trial upon His children to
develop their graces. Just as torches burn most brightly when
swung to and fro; just as the juniper plant smells sweetest when
flung into the flames; so the richest qualities of a Christian
often come out under the north wind of suffering and adversity.
Bruised hearts often emit the fragrance that God loveth to
"I had a tiny box, a precious box
Of human love--my spikenard of great price;
I kept it close within my heart of hearts,
And scarce would lift the lid lest it should waste
Its perfume on the air. One day a strange
Deep sorrow came with crushing weight, and fell
Upon my costly treasure, sweet and rare,
And broke the box to atoms. All my heart
Rose in dismay and sorrow at this waste,
But as I mourned, behold a miracle
Of grace Divine. My human love was changed
To Heaven's own, and poured in healing streams
On other broken hearts, while soft and clear
A voice above me whispered, "Child of Mine,
With comfort wherewith thou art comforted,
From this time forth, go comfort others,
And thou shalt know blest fellowship with Me,
Whose broken heart of love hath healed the world."
"And when they had prayed, the place was shaken where they were
assembled together, and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost
and they spake the word of God with boldness. And with great
power gave the apostles witness of the resurrection" (Acts 4:31,
Christmas Evans tells us in his diary that one Sunday afternoon
he was traveling a very lonely road to attend an appointment,
and he was convicted of a cold heart. He says, "I tethered my
horse and went to a sequestered spot, where I walked to and fro
in an agony as I reviewed my life. I waited three hours before
God, broken with sorrow, until there broke over me a sweet sense
of His forgiving love. I received from God a new baptism of the
Holy Ghost. As the sun was westering, I went back to the road,
found my horse, mounted it and went to my appointment. On the
following day I preached with such new power to a vast concourse
of people gathered on the hillside, that a revival broke out
that day and spread through all Wales."
The greatest question that can be asked of the "twice born" ones
is, "Have ye received the Holy Ghost since ye believed?"
This was the password into the early Church.
"O the Spirit filled life; is it thine, is it thine?
Is thy soul wholly filled with the Spirit Divine?
O thou child of the King, has He fallen on thee?
Does He reign in thy soul, so that all men may see
The dear Savior's blest image reflected in thee?
"Has He swept through thy soul like the waves of the sea?
Does the Spirit of God daily rest upon thee?
Does He sweeten thy life, does He keep thee from care?
Does He guide thee and bless thee in answer to prayer?
Is it joy to be led of the Lord anywhere?
"Is He near thee each hour, does He stand at thy side?
Does He gird thee with strength, has He come to abide?
Does He give thee to know that all things may be done
Through the grace and the power of the Crucified One?
Does He witness to thee of the glorified Son?
"Has He purged thee of dross with the fire from above?
Is He first in thy thoughts, has He all of thy love?
Is His service thy choice, and is sacrifice sweet?
Is the doing His will both thy drink and thy meat?
Dost thou run at His bidding with glad eager feet?
"Has He freed thee from self and from all of thy greed?
Dost thou hasten to succor thy brother in need?
As a soldier of Christ dost thou hardness endure?
Is thy hope in the Lord everlasting and sure?
Hast thou patience and meekness, art tender and pure?
"O the Spirit filled life may be thine, may be thine,
In thy soul evermore the Shekinah may shine;
It is thine to live with the tempests all stilled,
It is thine with the blessed Holy Ghost to be filled;
It is thine, even thine, for thy Lord has so willed."
"Thou art my king, O God: Command deliverance victories, margin.
for Jacob" (Ps. 44:4 RV).
Here is no foe to your growth in grace, no enemy in your
Christian work, which was not included in your Savior's
You need not be afraid of them. When you touch them, they will
flee before you. God has promised to deliver them up before you.
Only be strong and very courageous! Fear not, nor be dismayed!
The Lord is with you, O mighty men of valor--mighty because one
with the Mightiest. Claim victory!
Whenever your enemies close in upon you, claim victory! Whenever
heart and flesh fail, look up and claim VICTORY!
Be sure that you have a share in that triumph which Jesus won,
not for Himself alone, but for us all; remember that you were in
Him when He won it, and claim victory!
Reckon that it is yours, and gather spoil. Neither the Anakim
nor fenced cities need daunt or abash you. You are one of the
conquering legion. Claim your share in the Savior's victory.
--Joshua, by Meyer
We are children of the King. In which way do we most honor our
Divine Sovereign, by failing to claim our rights and even
doubting whether they belong to us, or by asserting our
privilege as children of the Royal Family and demanding the
rights which belong to our heirship?
Comfort in the Depths
"Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee. . .who passing
through the valley of weeping, make it a well" (Ps.
Comfort does not come to the light-hearted and merry. We must go
down into "depths" if we would experience this most precious of
God's gifts--comfort, and thus be prepared to be co-workers
together with Him.
When night--needful night--gathers over the garden of our souls,
when the leaves close up, and the flowers no longer hold any
sunlight within their folded petals, there shall never be
wanting, even in the thickest darkness, drops of heavenly
dew--dew which falls only when the sun has gone.
"I have been through the valley of weeping, The valley of sorrow
But the 'God of all comfort' was with me, At hand to uphold and
"As the earth needs the clouds and sunshine, Our souls need both
sorrow and joy;
So He places us oft in the furnace, The dross from the gold to
"When he leads thro' some valley of trouble His omnipotent hand
For the trials and sorrows He sends us, Are part of His lessons
"Oft we shrink from the purging and pruning, Forgetting the
That the deeper the cutting and paring, The richer the cluster
"Well He knows that affliction is needed; He has a wise purpose
And in the dark valley He whispers, 'Hereafter Thou'lt know what
"As we travel thro' life's shadow'd valley, Fresh springs of His
love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses, Are blessings just
sent in disguise.
"So we'll follow wherever He leadeth, Let the path be dreary or
For we've proved that our God can give comfort; Our God can give
songs in the night."
"When he had heard therefore that he was sick, he abode two days
still in the same place where he was" (John 11:6).
In the forefront of this marvelous chapter stands the
affirmation, "Jesus loved Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus,"
as if to teach us that at the very heart and foundation of all
God's dealings with us, however dark and mysterious they may be,
we must dare to believe in and assert the infinite, unmerited,
and unchanging love of God. Love permits pain. The sisters never
doubted that He would speed at all hazards and stay their
brother from death, but, "When he had heard therefore that he
was sick, he abode two days still in the same place where he
What a startling "therefore"! He abstained from going, not
because He did not love them, but because He did love them. His
love alone kept Him back from hasting at once to the dear and
stricken home. Anything less than infinite love must have rushed
instantly to the relief of those loved and troubled hearts, to
stay their grief and to have the luxury of wiping and stanching
their tears and causing sorrow and sighing to flee away. Divine
love could alone hold back the impetuosity of the Savior's
tender-heartedness until the Angel of Pain had done her work.
Who can estimate how much we owe to suffering and pain? But for
them we should have little scope for many of the chief virtues
of the Christian life. Where were faith, without trial to test
it; or patience, with nothing to bear; or experience, without
tribulation to develop it?
"Loved! then the way will not be drear;
For One we know is ever near,
Proving it to our hearts so clear
That we are loved.
"Loved when our sky is clouded o'er,
And days of sorrow press us sore;
Still we will trust Him evermore,
For we are loved.
"Time, that affects all things below,
Can never change the love He'll show;
The heart of Christ with love will flow,
And we are loved."
Rejoice in the Lord
"Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be
in the vines; the labor of the olive shall fail, and the fields
shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls: yet I will rejoice in
the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation" (Hab.
Observe, I entreat you, how calamitous a circumstance is here
supposed, and how heroic a faith is expressed. It is really as
if he said, "Though I should be reduced to so great extremity as
not to know where to find my necessary food, though I should
look around about me on an empty house and a desolate field, and
see the marks of the Divine scourge where I had once seen the
fruits of God's bounty, yet I will rejoice in the Lord."
Methinks these words are worthy of being written as with a
diamond on a rock forever. Oh, that by Divine grace they might
be deeply engraven on each of our hearts! Concise as the form of
speaking in the text is, it evidently implies or expresses the
following particulars: That in the day of his distress he would
fly to God; that he would maintain a holy composure of spirit
under this dark dispensation, nay, that in the midst of all he
would indulge in a sacred joy in God, and a cheerful expectation
from Him. Heroic confidence! Illustrious faith! Unconquerable
Last night I heard a robin singing in the rain,
And the raindrop's patter made a sweet refrain,
Making all the sweeter the music of the strain.
So, I thought, when trouble comes, as trouble will,
Why should I stop singing? Just beyond the hill
It may be that sunshine floods the green world still.
He who faces the trouble with a heart of cheer
Makes the burden lighter. If there falls a tear,
Sweeter is the cadence in the song we hear.
I have learned your lesson, bird with dappled wing,
Listening to your music with its lilt of spring
When the storm-cloud darkens, then's the TIME to sing.
--Eben E. Rexford
Meant to be Used
"Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious
promises" (2 Pet. 1:4).
When a shipwright builds a vessel, does he build it to keep it
upon the stocks? Nay, he builds it for the sea and the storm.
When he was making it, he thought of tempests and hurricanes; if
he did not, he was a poor shipbuilder.
When God made thee a believer, He meant to try thee; and when He
gave thee promises, and bade thee trust them, He gave such
promises as are suitable for times of tempest and tossing. Dost
thou think that God makes shams like some that have made belts
for swimming, which were good to exhibit in a shop, but of no
use in the sea?
We have all heard of swords which were useless in war; and even
of shoes which were made to sell, but were never meant to walk
in. God's shoes are of iron and brass, and you can walk to
Heaven in them without their ever wearing out; and His
life-belts, you may swim a thousand Atlantics upon them, and
there will be no fear of your sinking. His Word of promise is
meant to be tried and proved.
There is nothing Christ dislikes more than for His people to
make a show-thing of Him, and not to use Him. He loves to be
employed by us. Covenant blessings are not meant to be looked at
only, but to be appropriated. Even our Lord Jesus is given to us
for our present use. Thou dost not make use of Christ as thou
oughtest to do.
O man, I beseech you do not treat God's promises as if they were
curiosities for a museum; but use them as every day sources of
comfort. Trust the Lord whenever your time of need comes on.--C.
"Go to the deeps of God's promise,
And claim whatsoever ye will;
The. blessing of God will not fail thee,
His Word He will surely fulfill."
Now can God say no to something He has promised?
In The Clouds
"If the clouds be full of rain, they empty themselves upon the
earth" (Eccles. 11:3).
Why, then, do we dread the clouds which now darken our sky?
True, for a while they hide the sun, but the sun is not
quenched; he will be out again before long. Meanwhile those
black clouds are filled with rain; and the blacker they are, the
more likely they will yield plentiful showers.
How can we have rain without clouds? Our troubles have always
brought us blessings, and they always will. They are the dark
chariots of bright grace. These clouds will empty themselves
before long, and every tender herb will be gladder for the
shower. Our God may drench us with grief, but He will refresh us
with mercy. Our Lord's love-letters often come to us in
black-edged envelopes. His wagons rumble, but they are loaded
with benefits. His rod blossoms with sweet flowers and
nourishing fruits. Let us not worry about the clouds, but sing
because May flowers are brought to us through the April clouds
O Lord, the clouds are the dust of Thy feet! How near Thou art
in the cloudy and dark day! Love beholds Thee, and is glad.
Faith sees the clouds emptying themselves and making the little
hills rejoice on every side.--C H. Spurgeon
"What seems so dark to thy dim sight
May be a shadow, seen aright
Making some brightness doubly bright.
"The flash that struck thy tree--no more
To shelter thee--lets heaven's blue floor
Shine where it never shone before.
"The cry wrung from thy spirit's pain
May echo on some far-off plain,
And guide a wanderer home again."
"The blue of heaven is larger than the clouds."
"Thou couldst have no power at all against me, except it were
given thee from above" (John 19:11).
Nothing that is not God's will can come into the life of one who
trusts and obeys God. This fact is enough to make our life one
of ceaseless thanksgiving and joy. For "God's will is the one
hopeful, glad, and glorious thing in the world"; and it is
working in the omnipotence for us all the time, with nothing to
prevent it if we are surrendered and believing.
One who was passing through deep waters of affliction wrote to a
friend: "Is it not a glorious thing to know that, no difference
how unjust a thing may be, or how absolutely it may seem to be
from Satan, by the time it reaches us it is God's will for us,
and will work for good to us? For all things work together for
good to us who love God. And even of the betrayal, Christ said,
"The cup which my Father gave me, shall I not drink it?" We live
charmed lives if we are living in the center of God's will. All
the attacks that Satan, through others' sin, can hurl against us
are not only powerless to harm us, but are turned into blessings
on the way.--H. W. S.
In the center of the circle
Of the Will of God I stand:
There can come no second causes,
All must come from His dear hand.
All is well! for 'tis my Father
Who my life hath planned.
Shall I pass through waves of sorrow?
Then I know it will be best;
Though I cannot tell the reason,
I can trust, and so am blest.
God is Love, and God is faithful,
So in perfect Peace I rest.
With the shade and with the sunshine,
With the joy and with the pain,
Lord, I trust Thee! both are needed,
Each Thy wayward child to train,
Earthly loss, did we but know it,
Often means our heavenly gain.
--I. G. W.
Out of Wounding
"Through many tribulations we must enter the kingdom of God"
The best things of life come out of wounding. Wheat is crushed
before it becomes bread. Incense must be cast upon the fire
before its odors are set free. The ground must be broken with
the sharp plough before it is ready to receive the seed. It is
the broken heart that pleases God. The sweetest joys in life are
the fruits of sorrow. Human nature seems to need suffering to
fit it for being a blessing to the world.
"Beside my cottage door it grows,
The loveliest, daintiest flower that blows,
A sweetbriar rose.
"At dewy morn or twilight's close,
The rarest perfume from it flows,
This strange wild rose.
"But when the rain-drops on it beat,
Ah, then, its odors grow more sweet,
About my feet.
"Ofttimes with loving tenderness,
Its soft green leaves I gently press,
In sweet caress.
"A still more wondrous fragrance flows
The more my fingers close
And crush the rose.
"Dear Lord, oh, let my life be so
Its perfume when tempests blow,
The sweeter flow.
"And should it be Thy blessed will,
With crushing grief my soul to fill,
Press harder still.
"And while its dying fragrance flows
I'll whisper low, 'He loves and knows
His crushed briar rose.'"
If you aspire to be a son of consolation; if you would partake
of the priestly gift of sympathy; if you would pour something
beyond commonplace consolation into a tempted heart; if you
would pass through the intercourse of daily life with the
delicate tact that never inflicts pain; you must be content to
pay the price of a costly education--like Him, you must
suffer.--F. W. Robertson
Ordering the Stops
"In waiting, I waited, for the Lord" (Ps. 40:1, margin).
Waiting is much more difficult than walking. Waiting requires
patience, and patience is a rare virtue. It is fine to know that
God builds hedges around His people--when the hedge is looked at
from the viewpoint of protection. But when the hedge is kept
around one until it grows so high that he cannot see over the
top, and wonders whether he is ever to get out of the little
sphere of influence and service in which he is pent up, it is
hard for him sometimes to understand why he may not have a
larger environment--hard for him to "brighten the corner" where
he is. But God has a purpose in all HIS holdups. "The steps of a
good man are ordered of the Lord," reads Psalm 37:23.
On the margin of his Bible at this verse George Mueller had a
notation, "And the stops also." It is a sad mistake for men to
break through God's hedges. It is a vital principle of guidance
for a Christian never to move out of the place in which he is
sure God has placed him, until the Pillar of Cloud
moves.--Sunday School Times
When we learn to wait for our Lord's lead in everything, we
shall know the strength that finds its climax in an even, steady
walk. Many of us are lacking in the strength we so covet. But
God gives full power for every task He appoints. Waiting,
holding oneself true to His lead--this is the secret of
strength. And anything that falls out of the line of obedience
is a waste of time and strength. Watch for His leading.--S. D.
Must life be a failure for one compelled to stand still in
enforced inaction and see the great throbbing tides of life go
by? No; victory is then to be gotten by standing still, by quiet
waiting. It is a thousand times harder to do this than it was in
the active days to rush on in the columns of stirring life. It
requires a grander heroism to stand and wait and not lose heart
and not lose hope, to submit to the will of God, to give up work
and honors to others, to be quiet, confident and rejoicing,
while the happy, busy multitude go on and away. It is the
grandest life "having done all, to stand."--J. R. Miller
A Simple Prayer
"I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me" (Acts
I went to America some years ago with the captain of a steamer,
who was a very devoted Christian. When off the coast of
Newfoundland he said to me, "The last time I crossed here, five
weeks ago, something happened which revolutionized the whole of
my Christian life. We had George Mueller of Bristol on board. I
had been on the bridge twenty-four hours and never left it.
George Mueller came to me, and said, "Captain I have come to
tell you that I must be in Quebec Saturday afternoon." "It is
impossible," I said. "Very well, if your ship cannot take me,
God will find some other way. I have never broken an engagement
for fifty-seven years. Let us go down into the chart-room and
I looked at that man of God, and thought to myself, what lunatic
asylum can that man have come from? I never heard of such a
thing as this. "Mr. Mueller," I said, "do you know how dense
this fog is?" "No," he replied, "my eye is not on the density of
the fog, but on the living God, who controls every circumstance
of my life."
He knelt down and prayed one of the most simple prayers, and
when he had finished I was going to pray; but he put his hand on
my shoulder, and told me not to pray. "First, you do not believe
He will answer; and second I BELIEVE HE HAS, and there is no
need whatever for you to pray about it."
I looked at him, and he said, "Captain, I have known my Lord for
fifty-seven years, and there has never been a single day that I
have failed to get audience with the King. Get up, Captain and
open the door, and you will find the fog gone." I got up, and
the fog was indeed gone. On Saturday afternoon, George Mueller
was in Quebec for his engagement.--Selected
"If our love were but more simple,
We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine,
In the sweetness of our Lord."
"Alone" (Deut. 32:12).
"The hill was steep, but cheered along the way
By converse sweet, I mounted on the thought
That so it might be till the height was reached;
But suddenly a narrow winding path
Appeared, and then the Master said, 'My child,
Here thou wilt safest walk with Me alone.'
"I trembled, yet my heart's deep trust replied,
'So be it, Lord.' He took my feeble hand
In His, accepting thus my will to yield Him
All, and to find all in Him.
One long, dark moment,
And no friend I saw, save Jesus only.
"But oh! so tenderly He led me on
And up, and spoke to me such words of cheer,
Such secret whisperings of His wondrous love,
That soon I told Him all my grief and fear,
And leaned on His strong arm confidingly.
"And then I found my footsteps quickened,
And light ineffable, the rugged way
Illumined, such light as only can be seen
In close companionship with God.
"A little while, and we shall meet again
The loved and lost; but in the rapturous joy
Of greetings, such as here we cannot know,
And happy song, and heavenly embraces,
And tender recollections rushing back
Of pilgrim life, methinks one memory
More dear and sacred than the rest, shall rise,
"And we who gather in the golden streets,
Shall oft be stirred to speak with grateful love
Of that dark day when Jesus bade us climb
Some narrow steep, leaning on Him alone."
"There is no high hill but beside some deep valley.
There is no birth without a pang."
Joined in God
"As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing" (2 Cor. 6:10).
Sorrow was beautiful, but her beauty was the beauty of the
moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the
wood, and making little pools of silver here and there on the
soft green moss below.
When Sorrow sang, her notes were like the low sweet call of the
nightingale, and in her eyes was the unexpectant gaze of one who
has ceased to look for coming gladness. She could weep in tender
sympathy with those who weep, but to rejoice with those who
rejoice was unknown to her.
Joy was beautiful, too, but his was the radiant beauty of the
summer morning. His eyes still held the glad laughter of
childhood, and his hair had the glint of the sunshine's kiss.
When Joy sang his voice soared upward as the lark's, and his
step was the step of a conqueror who has never known defeat. He
could rejoice with all who rejoice, but to weep with those who
weep was unknown to him.
"But we can never be united," said Sorrow wistfully.
"No, never." And Joy's eyes shadowed as he spoke. "My path lies
through the sunlit meadows, the sweetest roses bloom for my
gathering, and the blackbirds and thrushes await my coming to
pour forth their most joyous lays."
"My path," said Sorrow, turning slowly away, "leads through the
darkening woods, with moon-flowers only shall my hands be
filled. Yet the sweetest of all earth-songs--the love song of
the night--shall be mine; farewell, Joy, farewell."
Even as she spoke they became conscious of a form standing
beside them; dimly seen, but of a Kingly Presence, and a great
and holy awe stole over them as they sank on their knees before
"I see Him as the King of Joy," whispered Sorrow, "for on His
Head are many crowns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet
are the scars of a great victory. Before Him all my sorrow is
melting away into deathless love and gladness, and I give myself
to Him forever."
"Nay, Sorrow," said Joy softly, "but I see Him as the King of
Sorrow, and the crown on His head is a crown of thorns, and the
nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great agony.
I, too, give myself to Him forever, for sorrow with Him must be
sweeter than any joy that I have known."
"Then we are one in Him," they cried in gladness, "for none but
He could unite Joy and Sorrow."
Hand in hand they passed out into the world to follow Him
through storm and sunshine, in the bleakness of winter cold and
the warmth of summer gladness, "as sorrowful yet always
"Should Sorrow lay her hand upon thy shoulder,
And walk with thee in silence on life's way,
While Joy, thy bright companion once, grown colder,
Becomes to thee more distant day by day?
Shrink not from the companionship of Sorrow,
She is the messenger of God to thee;
And thou wilt thank Him in His great tomorrow
For what thou knowest not now, thou then shalt see;
She is God's angel, clad in weeds of night,
With 'whom we walk by faith and not by sight.'"
Wrestling With God
"And Jacob was left alone; and there wrestled a man with him
until the breaking of the day" (Gen. 32:24).
God is wrestling with Jacob more than Jacob is wrestling with
God. It was the Son of man, the Angel of the Covenant. It was
God in human form pressing down and pressing out the old Jacob
life; and ere the morning broke, God had prevailed and Jacob
fell with his thigh dislocated. But as he fell, he fell into the
arms of God, and there he clung and wrestled, too, until the
blessing came; and the new life was born and he arose from the
earthly to the heavenly, the human to the divine, the natural to
the supernatural. And as he went forth that morning he was a
weak and broken man, but God was there instead; and the heavenly
voice proclaimed, "Thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but
Israel; for as a prince hast thou power with God and with men,
and hast prevailed."
Beloved, this must ever be a typical scene in every transformed
life. There comes a crisis-hour to each of us, if God has called
us to the highest and best, when all resources fail; when we
face either ruin or something higher than we ever dreamed; when
we must have infinite help from God and yet, ere we can have it,
we must let something go; we must surrender completely; we must
cease from our own wisdom, strength, and righteousness, and
become crucified with Christ and alive in Him. God knows how to
lead us up to this crisis, and He knows how to lead us through.
Is He leading you thus? Is this the meaning of your deep trial,
or your difficult surroundings, or that impossible situation. or
that trying place through which you cannot go without Him, and
yet you have not enough of Him to give you the victory?
Oh, turn to Jacob's God! Cast yourself helplessly at His feet.
Die to your strength and wisdom in His loving arms and rise,
like Jacob, into His strength and all-sufficiency. There is no
way out of your hard and narrow place but at the top. You must
get deliverance by rising higher and coming into a new
experience with God. Oh, may it bring you into all that is meant
by the revelation of the Mighty One of Jacob!--But God
"At Thy feet I fall,
Yield Thee Up My ALL,
To suffer LIVE, OR DIE
For my Lord crucified."
"He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me;
because he delighted in me" (Ps. 18:19).
And what is this "large place"? What can it be but God Himself,
that infinite Being in whom all other beings and all other
streams of life terminate? God is a large place indeed. And it
was through humiliation, through abasement, through nothingness
that David was brought into it.--Madame Guyon
"I bare you on eagle's wings, and brought you unto myself"
Fearing to launch on "full surrender's" tide,
I asked the Lord where would its waters glide
My little bark, "To troubled seas I dread?"
"Unto Myself," He said.
Weeping beside an open grave I stood,
In bitterness of soul I cried to God:
"Where leads this path of sorrow that I tread?"
"Unto Myself," He said.
Striving for souls, I loved the work too well;
Then disappointments came; I could not tell
The reason, till He said, "I am thine all;
Unto Myself I call."
Watching my heroes--those I loved the best--
I saw them fail; they could not stand the test,
Even by this the Lord, through tears not few,
Unto Himself me drew.
Unto Himself! No earthly tongue can tell
The bliss I find, since in His heart I dwell;
The things that charmed me once seem all as naught;
Unto Himself I'm brought.
"And the rest, some on boards, some on broken pieces of the
ship. And so it came to pass that they escaped all safe to land"
The marvelous story of Paul's voyage to Rome, with its trials
and triumphs, is a fine pattern of the lights and shades of the
way of faith all through the story of human life. The remarkable
feature of it is the hard and narrow places which we find
intermingled with God's most extraordinary interpositions and
It is the common idea that the pathway of faith is strewn with
flowers, and that when God interposes in the life of His people,
He does it on a scale so grand that He lifts us quite out of the
plane of difficulties. The actual fact, however, is that the
real experience is quite contrary. The story of the Bible is one
of alternate trial and triumph in the case of everyone of the
cloud of witnesses from Abel down to the latest martyr.
Paul, more than anyone else, was an example of how much a child
of God can suffer without being crushed or broken in spirit. On
account of his testifying in Damascus, he was hunted down by
persecutors and obliged to fly for his life. but we behold no
heavenly chariot transporting the holy apostle amid thunderbolts
of flame from the reach of his foes, but "through a window in a
basket," was he let down over the walls of Damascus and so
escaped their hands. In an old clothes basket, like a bundle of
laundry, or groceries, the servant of Jesus Christ was dropped
from the window and ignominiously fled from the hate of his
Again we find him left for months in the lonely dungeons; we
find him telling of his watchings, his fastings, and his
desertion by friends, of his brutal and shameful beatings, and
here even after God has promised to deliver him, we see him for
days left to toss upon a stormy sea, obliged to stand guard over
the treacherous seaman, and at last when the deliverance comes,
there is no heavenly galley sailing from the skies to take off
the noble prisoner; there is no angel form walking along the
waters and stilling the raging breakers; there is no
supernatural sign of the transcendent miracle that is being
wrought; but one is compelled to seize a spar, another a
floating plank, another to climb on a fragment of the wreck,
another to strike out and swim for his life.
Here is God's pattern for our own lives. Here is a Gospel of
help for people that have to live in this every day world with
real and ordinary surroundings, and a thousand practical
conditions which have to be met in a thoroughly practical way.
God's promises and God's providences do not lift us out of the
plane of common sense and commonplace trial, but it is through
these very things that faith is perfected, and that God loves to
interweave the golden threads of His love along the warp and
woof of our every day experience.--Hard Places in the Way of
No Solution in Sight
"He went out, not knowing whither he went" (Heb. 11:9).
It is faith without sight. When we can see, it is not faith, but
reasoning. In crossing the Atlantic we observed this very
principle of faith. We saw no path upon the sea, nor sign of the
shore. And yet day by day we were marking our path upon the
chart as exactly as if there had followed us a great chalk line
upon the sea. And when we came within twenty miles of land, we
knew where we were as exactly as if we had seen it all three
thousand miles ahead.
How had we measured and marked our course? Day by day our
captain had taken his instruments and, looking up to the sky,
had fixed his course by the sun. He was sailing by the heavenly,
not the earthly lights.
So faith looks up and sails on, by God's great Sun, not seeing
one shore line or earthly lighthouse or path upon the way. Often
its steps seem to lead into utter uncertainty, and even darkness
and disaster; but He opens the way, and often makes such
midnight hours the very gates of day. Let us go forth this day,
not knowing, but trusting.--Days of Heaven upon Earth
"Too many of us want to see our way through before starting new
enterprises. If we could and did, from whence would come the
development of our Christian graces? Faith, hope and love cannot
be plucked from trees, like ripe apples. After the words 'In the
beginning' comes the word 'God'! The first step turns the key
into God's power-house, and it is not only true that God helps
those who help themselves, but He also helps those who cannot
help themselves. You can depend upon Him every time."
"Waiting on God brings us to our journey's end quicker than our
The opportunity is often lost by deliberation.
Grow in the Gloom
"I have all, and abound" (Phil. 4:18).
In one of my garden books there is a chapter with a very
interesting heading, "Flowers that Grow in the Gloom." It deals
with those patches in a garden which never catch the sunlight.
And my guide tells me the sort of flowers which are not afraid
of these dingy corners--may rather like them and flourish in
And there are similar things in the world of the spirit. They
come out when material circumstances become stern and severe.
They grow in the gloom. How can we otherwise explain some of the
experiences of the Apostle Paul?
Here he is in captivity at Rome. The supreme mission of his life
appears to be broken. But it is just in this besetting dinginess
that flowers begin to show their faces in bright and fascinating
glory. He may have seen them before, growing in the open road,
but never as they now appeared in incomparable strength and
beauty. Words of promise opened out their treasures as he had
never seen them before.
Among those treasures were such wonderful things as the grace of
Christ, the love of Christ, the joy and peace of Christ; and it
seemed as though they needed an "encircling gloom" to draw out
their secret and their inner glory. At any rate the realm of
gloom became the home of revelation, and Paul began to realize
as never before the range and wealth of his spiritual
inheritance. Who has not known men and women who, when they
arrive at seasons of gloom and solitude, put on strength and
hopefulness like a robe? You may imprison such folk where you
please; but you shut up their treasure with them. You cannot
shut it out. You may make their material lot a desert, but "the
wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad, and the desert
shall rejoice and blossom as the rose."--Dr. Jowett
"Every flower, even the fairest, has its shadow beneath it as it
swings in the sunlight."
Where there is much light there is much shade.
Shut Up To Faith
"Shut up to faith" (Gal. 3:23).
God, in olden time suffered man to be kept in ward by the law
that he might learn the more excellent way of faith. For by the
law he would see God's holy standard and by the law he would see
his own utter helplessness; then he would be glad to learn God's
way of faith.
God still shuts us up to faith. Our natures, our circumstances,
trials, disappointments, all serve to shut us up and keep us in
ward till we see that the only way out is God's way of faith.
Moses tried by self-effort, by personal influence, even by
violence, to bring about the deliverance of his people. God had
to shut him up forty years in the wilderness before he was
prepared for God's work.
Paul and Silas were bidden of God to preach the Gospel in
Europe. They landed and proceeded to Philippi. They were
flogged, they were shut up in prison, their feet were put fast
in the stocks. They were shut up to faith. They trusted God.
They sang praises to Him in the darkest hour, and God wrought
deliverance and salvation.
John was banished to the Isle of Patmos. He was shut up to
faith. Had he not been so shut up, he would never have seen such
glorious visions of God.
Dear reader, are you in some great trouble? Have you had some
great disappointment, have you met some sorrow, some unspeakable
loss? Are you in a hard place? Cheer up! You are shut up to
faith. Take your trouble the right way. Commit it to God. Praise
Him that He maketh "all things work together for good," and that
"God worketh for him that waiteth for him." There will be
blessings, help and revelations of God that will come to you
that never could otherwise have come; and many besides yourself
will receive great light and blessing because you were shut up
to faith.--C. H. P
"Great things are done when men and mountains meet,
These are not done by jostling in the street."
"It is not in me" (Job 28:14).
I remember a summer in which I said, "It is the ocean I need,"
and I went to the ocean; but it seemed to say, "It is not in
me!" The ocean did not do for me what I thought it would. Then I
said, "The mountains will rest me," and I went to the mountains,
and when I awoke in the morning there stood the grand mountain
that I had wanted so much to see; but it said, "It is not in
me!" It did not satisfy. Ah! I needed the ocean of His love, and
the high mountains of His truth within. It was wisdom that the
"depths" said they did not contain, and that could not be
compared with jewels or gold or precious stones. Christ is
wisdom and our deepest need. Our restlessness within can only be
met by the revelation of His eternal friendship and love for
"My heart is there!
'Where, on eternal hills, my loved one dwells
Among the lilies and asphodels;
Clad in the brightness of the Great White Throne,
Glad in the smile of Him who sits thereon,
The glory gilding all His wealth of hair
And making His immortal face more fair
THERE IS MY TREASURE and my heart is there.
"My heart is there!
'With Him who made all earthly life so sweet,
So fit to live, and yet to die so meet;
So mild, so grand, so gentle and so brave,
So ready to forgive, so strong to save.
His fair, pure Spirit makes the Heavens more fair,
And thither rises all my longing prayer
THERE IS MY TREASURE and my heart is there."
--Favorite poem of the late Chas. E. Cowman
You cannot detain the eagle in the forest. You may gather around
him a chorus of the choicest birds; you may give him a perch on
the goodliest pine; you may charge winged messengers to bring
him choicest dainties; but he will spurn them all. Spreading his
lofty wings, and with his eye on the Alpine cliff, he will soar
away to his own ancestral halls amid the munition of rocks and
the wild music of tempest and waterfall.
The soul of man, in its eagle soarings, will rest with nothing
short of the Rock of Ages. Its ancestral halls are the halls of
Heaven. Its munitions of rocks are the attributes of God. The
sweep of its majestic flight is Eternity! "Lord, THOU hast been
our dwelling place in all generations."--Macduff.
"My Home is God Himself"; Christ brought me there.
I laid me down within His mighty arms;
He took me up, and safe from all alarms
He bore me "where no foot but His hath trod,"
Within the holiest at Home with God,
And bade me dwell in Him, rejoicing there.
O Holy Place! O Home divinely fair!
And we, God's little ones, abiding there.
"My Home is God Himself"; it was not so!
A long, long road I traveled night and day,
And sought to find within myself some way,
Aught I could do, or feel to bring me near;
Self effort failed, and I was filled with fear,
And then I found Christ was the only way,
That I must come to Him and in Him stay,
And God had told me so.
And now "my Home is God," and sheltered there,
God meets the trials of my earthly life,
God compasses me round from storm and strife,
God takes the burden of my daily care.
O Wondrous Place! O Home divinely fair!
And I, God's little one, safe hidden there.
Lord, as I dwell in Thee and Thou in me,
So make me dead to everything but Thee;
That as I rest within my Home most fair,
My soul may evermore and only see
My God in everything and everywhere;
My Home is God.
"And he took him aside from the multitude" (Mark 7:33).
Paul not only stood the tests in Christian activity, but in the
solitude of captivity. You may stand the strain of the most
intense labor, coupled with severe suffering, and yet break down
utterly when laid aside from all religious activities; when
forced into close confinement in some prison house.
That noble bird, soaring the highest above the clouds and
enduring the longest flights, sinks into despair when in a cage
where it is forced to beat its helpless wings against its prison
bars. You have seen the great eagle languish in its narrow cell
with bowed head and drooping wings. What a picture of the sorrow
Paul in prison. That was another side of life. Do you want to
see how he takes it? I see him looking out over the top of his
prison wall and over the heads of his enemies. I see him write a
document and sign his name--not the prisoner of Festus, nor of
Caesar; not the victim of the Sanhedrin; but the--"prisoner of
the Lord." He saw only the hand of God in it all. To him the
prison becomes a palace. Its corridors ring with shouts of
triumphant praise and joy.
Restrained from the missionary work he loved so well, he now
built a new pulpit--a new witness stand--and from that place of
bondage come some of the sweetest and most helpful ministries of
Christian liberty. What precious messages of light come from
those dark shadows of captivity.
Think of the long train of imprisoned saints who have followed
in Paul's wake. For twelve long years Bunyan's lips were
silenced in Bedford jail. It was there that he did the greatest
and best work of his life. There he wrote the book that has been
read next to the Bible. He says, "I was at home in prison and I
sat me down and wrote, and wrote, for joy did make me write."
The wonderful dream of that long night has lighted the pathway
of millions of weary pilgrims. That sweet-spirited French lady,
Madam Guyon, lay long between prison walls. Like some caged
birds that sing the sweeter for their confinement, the music of
her soul has gone out far beyond the dungeon walls and scattered
the desolation of many drooping hearts.
Oh, the heavenly consolation that has poured forth from places
of solitude!--S. G. Rees
"Taken aside by Jesus,
To feel the touch of His hand;
To rest for a while in the shadow
Of the Rock in a weary land.
"Taken aside by Jesus,
In the loneliness dark and drear,
Where no other comfort may reach me,
Than His voice to my heart so dear.
"Taken aside by Jesus,
To be quite alone with Him,
To hear His wonderful tones of love
'Mid the silence and shadows dim.
"Taken aside by Jesus,
Shall I shrink from the desert place;
When I hear as I never heard before,
And see Him 'face to face'?"
"There he proved them" (Exod. 15:25).
I stood once in the test room of a great steel mill. All around
me were little partitions and compartments. Steel had been
tested to the limit, and marked with figures that showed its
breaking point. Some pieces had been twisted until they broke,
and the strength of torsion was marked on them. Some had been
stretched to the breaking point and their tensile strength
indicated. Some had been compressed to the crushing point, and
also marked. The master of the steel mill knew just what these
pieces of steel would stand under strain. He knew just what they
would bear if placed in the great ship, building, or bridge. He
knew this because his testing room revealed it.
It is often so with God's children. God does not want us to be
like vases of glass or porcelain. He would have us like these
toughened pieces of steel, able to bear twisting and crushing to
the uttermost without collapse.
He wants us to be, not hothouse plants, but storm-beaten oaks;
not sand dunes driven with every gust of wind, but granite rocks
withstanding the fiercest storms. To make us such He must needs
bring us into His testing room of suffering.
Many of us need no other argument than our own experiences to
prove that suffering is indeed God's testing room of faith.--J.
It is very easy for us to speak and theorize about faith, but
God often casts us into crucibles to try our gold, and to
separate it from the dross and alloy. Oh, happy are we if the
hurricanes that ripple life's unquiet sea have the effect of
making Jesus more precious. Better the storm with Christ than
smooth waters without Him.--Macduff
What if God could not manage to ripen your life without
The Lightest Cross
"And he went out carrying his own cross" (John 19:17).
There is a poem called "The Changed Cross." It represents a
weary one who thought that her cross was surely heavier than
those of others whom she saw about her, and she wished that she
might choose an other instead of her own. She slept, and in her
dream she was led to a place where many crosses lay, crosses of
different shapes and sizes. There was a little one most
beauteous to behold, set in jewels and gold. "Ah, this I can
wear with comfort," she said. So she took it up, but her weak
form shook beneath it. The jewels and the gold were beautiful,
but they were far too heavy for her.
Next she saw a lovely cross with fair flowers entwined around
its sculptured form. Surely that was the one for her. She lifted
it, but beneath the flowers were piercing thorns which tore her
At last, as she went on, she came to a plain cross, without
jewels, without carvings, with only a few words of love
inscribed upon it. This she took up and it proved the best of
all, the easiest to be borne. And as she looked upon it, bathed
in the radiance that fell from Heaven, she recognized her own
old cross. She had found it again, and it was the best of all
and lightest for her.
God knows best what cross we need to bear. We do not know how
heavy other people's crosses are. We envy someone who is rich;
his is a golden cross set with jewels, but we do not know how
heavy it is. Here is another whose life seems very lovely. She
bears a cross twined with flowers. If we could try all the other
crosses that we think lighter than our own, we would at last
find that not one of them suited us so well as our
own.--Glimpses through Life's Windows
If thou, impatient, dost let slip thy cross,
Thou wilt not find it in this world again;
Nor in another: here and here alone
Is given thee to suffer for God's sake.
In other worlds we may more perfectly
Love Him and serve Him, praise Him,
Grow nearer and nearer to Him with delight.
But then we shall not any more
Be called to suffer, which is our appointment here.
Canst thou not suffer, then, one hour or two?
If He should call thee from thy cross today,
Saying: "It is finished-that hard cross of thine
From which thou prayest for deliverance,"
Thinkest thou not some passion of regret
Would overcome thee? Thou would'st say,
"So soon? Let me go back and suffer yet awhile
More patiently. I have not yet praised God."
Whensoe'er it comes, that summons that we look for,
It will seem soon, too soon. Let us take heed in time
That God may now be glorified in us.
--Ugo Bassi's Sermon in a Hospital.
"They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in
great waters; these see the works of the Lord, and his wonders
in the deep" (Ps. 107:23, 24).
He is but an apprentice and no master in the art, who has not
learned that every wind that blows is fair for Heaven. The only
thing that helps nobody, is a dead calm. North or south, east or
west, it matters not, every wind may help towards that blessed
port. Seek one thing only: keep well out to sea, and then have
no fear of stormy winds. Let our prayer be that of an old
Cornishman: "O Lord, send us out to sea--out in the deep water.
Here we are so close to the rocks that the first bit of breeze
with the devil, we are all knocked to pieces. Lord, send us out
to sea--out in the deep water, where we shall have room enough
to get a glorious victory."--Mark Guy Pearse.
Remember that we have no more faith at any time than we have in
the hour of trial. All that will not bear to be tested is mere
carnal confidence. Fair-weather faith is no faith.--C. H.
The End Of Our Strength
"Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed"
How strong is the snare of the things that are seen, and how
necessary for God to keep us in the things that axe unseen! If
Peter is to walk on the water he must walk; if he is going to
swim, he must swim, but he cannot do both. If the bird is going
to fly it must keep away from fences and the trees, and trust to
its buoyant wings. But if it tries to keep within easy reach of
the ground, it will make poor work of flying.
God had to bring Abraham to the end of his own strength, and to
let him see that in his own body he could do nothing. He had to
consider his own body as good as dead, and then take God for the
whole work; and when he looked away from himself, and trusted
God alone, then he became fully persuaded that what He had
promised, He was able to perform. That is what God is teaching
us, and He has to keep away encouraging results until we learn
to trust without them, and then He loves to make His Word real
in fact as well as faith.--A. B. Simpson
I do not ask that He must prove
His Word is true to me,
And that before I can believe
He first must let me see.
It is enough for me to know
'Tis true because He says 'tis so;
On His unchanging Word I'll stand
And trust till I can understand.
--E. M. Winter