Are You Called To Forsake All?
As C.T. Studd (1860-1931) ploughed forward in unforgiving African jungles he spilled his heart in ink:
I am more than ever determined that no ring nor limit shall be placed around us, other than that of our Lord Himself, 'To the uttermost parts', To every creature'...
The difficulty is to believe that God can deign to use such scallywags as us, but of course He wants Faith and Fools rather than talents and culture. All God wants is a heart, any old turnip will do for a head; so long as we are empty, all is well, for then He fills with the Holy Ghost.
The fiery baptism of the Holy Ghost will change soft, sleek Christians into hot, lively heroes for Christ, who will advance and die, but not mark time. Let us race to heaven; an accident means dashing into the arms of Jesus - such accidents are God's choicest blessings. Don't be a luggage train.
Fools would ignore the devil, pretending they do not see him; others erect a tablet over his supposed grave. Be wise - do not forget or bury him; kill him with the bayonet of evangelism.
Some wish to live within the sound
Of Church or Chapel bell,
I want to run a rescue Shop
Within a yard of hell.
'Follow me' cries Jesus. 'I will,' we reply, yet somehow forget that Christ pleased not Himself, deliberately made Himself poor to save others and became the first foreign missionary.
We all pray to be like Jesus, yet refuse to pay the price.
Every life without Christ is a mission field, every life with Christ is a missionary. ~ anon
There is a still a call to not ignore, could Jesus be knocking upon your door?
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me. (Revelation 3:20)
No man can forsake too much upon earth, and no man can gain too much of heaven.#
Today's Soul Snippet:
We are not only to renounce evil but manifest the truth. ~ Hudson Taylor
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#POSTSCRIPT:
When Charles Thomas Studd died in the Belgium Congo in 1931, over one thousand native Africans escorted him to his grave. Life must always be first about influence, neglecting affluence.
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