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| I cannot escape this idea... it pursues me without rest. thank God!
Fellowship with Christ in Service - F.B. Meyer
It is a beautiful privilege to work along with Christ, but we shall not
serve in that blessed apprenticeship long without learning this lesson: that
He has no pleasure in service rendered to Himself or others that does not
cost us blood! This is characteristic of His own service to the world, and
you will find that He will soon drop you out unless you are prepared, in
your measure, to surrender yourself to the blood-letting, which alone counts
in the service of humanity.
As we look out on society today we can understand why so many lives are
unhappy. They have never learned that the one secret of happiness is to give
to the point of self-denial and self-sacrifice. As Phillips Brooks has put
it, "They need something to happen which shall force them out on the open
ocean of complete self-sacrifice. If only a slow quiet tide or a furious
storm would come and break every rope that binds them to the wooden wharves
of their own interests and carry them clear out to sea! The soul that
trifles and toys with self-sacrifice can achieve neither its true joy nor
power. Only the soul that gives itself up forever to the life of others can
know the delight and peace which surrender gives."
This trace of blood in our actions is a matter that we can never talk about.
When it is being shed, we must anoint our head and wash our face, that men
may have no inkling of what is happening. Neither the right hand nor the
left hand must know, nor divulge the secret. It should be remembered, also,
that we have no right to deprive wife or child of whatever is necessary. It
must be a personal act, affecting no one but yourself. You must be the one
who gives the blood, not they! Keep happy and smiling! When Jesus was
performing this miracle, there was no strain or effort, no wrinkle on His
forehead, no cloud upon His smile. He drew no attention to Himself, needed
no thanks, and stole away unrecognized, at least for the moment, as the
giver.
Of course, there is no merit in such actions. The blood we shed cannot
atone, cannot save, cannot cleanse. Only His blood can do that. But, also,
it is true that the great soulwinners of the world have faced the blood of
martyrdom and counted not their lives dear unto themselves.
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I have tried to keep things in my hands and lost them all, but what I
have given into God's hands I still possess. - Martin Luther
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| by St. Francis of Assisi.. this song seems to
belong to a raving psycho. but it's somehow sitting here in my
house, and i read it while eating breakfast.. this is
without a doubt.. exactly what i dreamed of. and every year for
the rest of my life, i'll be reminded of the call:
Let me love and not be respected;
Let me serve and not be rewarded;
Let me labor and not be remembered;
Let me suffer and not be regarded.
`Tis the pouring, not the drinking;
`Tis the breaking, not the keeping --
A life suffering to seek others' blessing.
A life loving and true comfort giving.
Not expecting, pity and concern,
Not accepting, solace and applause;
Even lonely, even forgotten.
Even wordless, even forsaken.
Tears and blood my price
For the righteous crown shall be;
Losing all, my cost for a faithful pilgrim's life.
'Twas the life, O Lord, that You chose to live
In those days when on earth You walked.
Gladly suffering all injuries and loss
So that all might draw near and repose.
I cannot see how much farther I shall go;
Still I press on, knowing there is no return.
Let me follow Your pattern, so perfect and true,
Bearing ingratitudes without complaint.
In this time of trial, oh my Lord, I pray
That You'd wipe all my hidden tears away;
Let me learn, O Lord, You are my reward,
Let me be others' blessing all my days.
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