Monthly Archives: November 2013


Ezekiel 47:6-12

And he said to me, “Son of man, have you seen this?”
Then he led me back to the bank of the river.
As I went back, I saw on the bank of the river very many trees on the one side and on the other.
And he said to me, “This water flows toward the eastern region and goes down into the Arabah, and enters the sea; when the water flows into the sea, the water will become fresh.
And wherever the river goes, every living creature that swarms will live, and there will be very many fish. For this water goes there, that the waters of the seae may become fresh; so everything will live where the river goes.
Fishermen will stand beside the sea. From Engedi to Eneglaim it will be a place for the spreading of nets. Its fish will be of very many kinds, like the fish of the Great Sea.
But its swamps and marshes will not become fresh; they are to be left for salt.
And on the banks, on both sides of the river, there will grow all kinds of trees for food. Their leaves will not wither, nor their fruit fail, but they will bear fresh fruit every month, because the water for them flows from the sanctuary. Their fruit will be for food, and their leaves for healing.”


“My final point; the effect of the rivers flow. Listen, the essence of the rivers power. Throne life, hallelujah. The experience of the rivers depths, swimming in it. The effect of the rivers flow. What sort of a specimen of humanity would you expect to see in a man who is filled up to overflowing with the Spirit of God? What sort of person will you expect to see? A man who’s swimming in the river, he’s out of his depth, he’s totally committed and he’s filled to overflowing. Out of him are flowing rivers of living waters. What do you expect from a man like that?


Three things. First fruit, verse seven “as I went back, I saw on the bank of the river very many trees on the one side and on the other.” As this river has been flowing it’s attracted to it’s bank growth. And the evidence of it’s flow unhindered in it’s power is fruitfullness. Now, let me say this, if I meet a spirit filled Christian the first thing i want to look for is resemblence to Jesus Christ, is a transformation in character. Galatians five, twenty two. The fruit of the Spirit love, joy, peace; that’s my relationship to God. Longsuffering, gentleness, goodness; that’s my relationship to other people. Faith, meekness, self-control; my relationship to myself. Fruit, character, Christ.

I’m hungry for Him, a person, a savior. My bible tells me this, that i can never move away from Jesus to the Holy Spirt. God has nothing for me except Christ. And the Holy Spirit comes into my life to apply Jesus, to make Him real. To make real in my life all that he did for me at calvary and all that He does for me at the throne everyday. “I pray” Paul said writing to the church at Ephesus “that ye might be filled up with all the fullness of God.” Whats that mean? Colosians two, nine “In Him” In Christ “all the fullness Godhead” and “you are complete in Him.” God has nothing for you but Christ. You don’t need anymore than Christ. You have everything when you have Him. What I long for more than anything else is all of Jesus everyday of my life flooding my heart with Himself. The character of Christ. That’s the first evidence of the Spirit filled life.


And then theres life. Everthing shall live where the river comes, I love that phrase. Verse Nine, “Everthing will live where the river flows.” Oh watch it, that doesn’t mean there will be massive conversions but I’ll tell what will happen. Everything begins to live when the Holy Spirit comes, when Jesus comes. Have you read that book of C. S. Lewis’s “The Screwtape Letters”? Terrific book. In it Screwtapes conversation with Wormwood says “Be not deceived Wormwood, our cause is never in greater danger than when a human being no longer intending but still desiring to do the enemies (the enemy being God) will looks around him upon the universe from which every trace of the enemies existance has vanished, wonders why he’s been forsaken but goes on obeying.” Life! A man who can stand alone in adversity, life! Are you a Christian who can stand if God gives you a winter time? There seems to be no evidence of His presence, no sign of blessing and your absolutely deselate but still you go on obeying Him. You don’t quite and say “oh phooey, I’m off.” You stand your ground and you fight through to the end, life, life!


One last word; healing. “The fruits (leaves) of the trees where for healing.” And the margin of your authorized says are for bruises and sores. Not to be contreversial but I don’t question God’s power to heal anybody instantly from anything but I do question His will upon that matter. I don’t think you or I have the right to demand that at any moment anyone should be instantly healed. Listen, there’s a healing tonight in our hearts and in our homes which is much more vital. The Holy Spirit is for the healing of bruises and sores. Is there a bruiesed life here? Bruiesed homes? Bruised families? Sores, sores, wounded, hurt, grieved, lonely, desolate. Oh, what are we to do about that break and split in our church that’s ruined out testimony? What are we to do about our famlily alter, our home where things are falling apart? I’ll tell you what do, let the Holy Spirit in, let Him in now, let the river flow. Take out every block and let Jesus just flood your heart. That He may heal the wounded life, the bruised life, the sore hearted “for the leaves of the tree are for medicine for bruises and sores.” Let’s pray.” Alan Redpath, Resources For Christian Living

John 7:38 He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick’ning powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great?

Come, Holy Spirit, heav’nly Dove,
With all Thy quick’ning powers;
Come, shed abroad the Savior’s love
And that shall kindle ours.
Isaac Watts


Ezekiel 47:4-5 Again he measured a thousand and led me through the water, water reaching the knees. Again he measured a thousand and led me through the water, water reaching the loins. Again he measured a thousand; and it was a river that I could not ford, for the water had risen, enough water to swim in, a river that could not be forded.


“Behold he took me through and the waters where to the loins.” That speaks to me of a man who’s made a great discovery which a man on his knees always does. Loins are a place of strength. “They that wait upon the Lord shall renew thier strength.” Or, or put it this way “they that wait upon the Lord shall exchange their strength for His.”

Here’s a picture of a man that made a discovery, that the Christian life, every demand that God would make upon him is met by the life of the Holy Spirit within him. So relax, trust Jesus, Hallelujah.

The law came by Moses. Grace and truth came by Jesus Christ. Listen friends, if you think the gospel lets you off the hook to live as you like you better start again. It doesn’t. If you think theres no law in the gospels forget it, there is. My greatest need is the establishment of the kingdom of God.

“You have heard it said, you have heard it said you shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy. I say unto you love your enemies. You’ve heard it said thou shalt not commit adultry. I say to you he who looks to lust is guilty.”

And I listen to that honestly I’m on my face in repentance and I admit my guilt. But the law, grace and truth, truth which makes the demands that I can’t possibly meet. But grace meets them all. The Holy Spirit in my life. The Lord on the throne in heaven to call the shots, it takes the Holy Spirit in my life to carry out His orders in response to my willingness So hallelujah, relax and trust Christ. The water up to my loins I’ve discovered the secret.


Not I but Christ who liveth in me. But waters to swim in, forgive the fanciful interpetation but when a mans swimming what do you see of the man? Nothing but his head and the head of every man in Christ and when a mans filled up with the water, filled up with the Spirit of God overflowing in his life you only see Jesus. Jesus who comes through all the time in every event.

Tonight how deep are you in the waters, how deep? Oh, perhaps you where swimming it it thirty years ago. Perhaps you where head over heels in love with jesus. Perhaps you where filled with the Spirit and you had every blessing imaginable but I tell you the tides gone out and you’re only up to the ankles. Do I need to remind a congregation like this that Romans four, five, six, seven and eaight is not the automatic biographic experience of every child of God.

You can leap out of identification of Romans six right into Romans eight and enjoy the life of victory but you can lapse back into Romans seven and you can end your days in spiritual carnality. Sound, orthodox, critical, hard, bitter, if anyone doesn’t agree with you your up in arms the whole time against them, a thourough fighting fundamentalist. And you’ve become carnal. Your life is shallow, empty, ankle deep. And some of us have been in the waters for about forty years and thats how far we are.

Oh, I’m not asking you how far you where ten years ago. And there where moments in you life when there was joy and fullness of God’s blessing but ahh, tonights the thing, where are you right now? The experience of the rivers depth.” Alan Redpath, Resources For Christian Living

2 Timothy 4:10a For Demas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world, and is departed unto Thessalonica;

Isaiah 40:31 But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Galatians 2:20b and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.

Lord Jesus, Thou the Church’s Head,
Thou art her one Foundation;
In Thee she trusts, before Thee bows,
And waits for Thy salvation.
Built on this Rock secure,
Thy Church shall endure
E’en though the world decay
And all things pass away.
Oh, hear, oh, hear us, Jesus!

O Lord, let this Thy little flock,
Thy name alone confessing,
Continue in Thy loving care,
True unity possessing.
Thy Sacraments, O Lord,
And Thy saving Word
To us e’er pure retain.
Grant that they may remain
Our only strength and comfort.

Help us to serve Thee evermore
With hearts both pure and lowly;
And my Thy Word, that light divine,
Shine on in splendor holy
That we repentance show,
In faith ever grow;
The power of sin destroy
And all that doth annoy.
Oh, make us faithful Christians!

And for Thy Gospel let us dare
To sacrifice all treasure;
Teach us to bear Thy blessed cross,
To find in Thee all pleasure.
Oh, grant us steadfastness
In joy and distress,
That we Thee ne’er forsake.
Let us by grace partake
O endless joy and glory.
Johann Mentzer


Ezekiel 47:3-4 Going on eastward with a measuring line in his hand, the man measured a thousand cubits,a and then led me through the water, and it was ankle-deep.
Again he measured a thousand, and led me through the water, and it was knee-deep. ESV

“Will you notice something in the story? Will you notice what I will call the experience of the rivers depth. Over and over again in these verses did you notice the phrase “He brought me through”? “He brought me through and the waters where to the ankle. He brought me through and the waters up to the knees. He brought me through and the waters to my loins. He brought me through and the waters to swim in.” Let me look at each one of these for a moment.

The Carnal Christian

He brought me through the waters where to my ankles. There’s a picture of the carnal Christian. The man who receives life form the river but he’s only paddling in it. He’s only ankle deep, he hasn’t really gotten wet. He hasn’t sunk in it or gotten emersed in it. He’s only paddling, only playing church, he’s ankle deep. There’s still a tremendous lot of himself still able to be seen and this is the carnal Christan who lives in the Corinthian Church full of jelousy, full of envy, his reactions are such as if he hadn’t really been converted at all, hard to detect him from other people as a believer, ankle deep, ankle deep. Some of us are only paddling, only ankle deep in the water tonight. Oh and so unhappy, so dry, so barren.

Behold, He Prays

The Lord He brought me through, He brought me through and the waters to the knees. Ah, the mans going down now, the mans going down. The waters rising, the tides coming in, the mans going out of sight and he’s on his knees. Forgive me you know when God catches a man’s knees Hes got hold of something. Somethings began to happen when a man’s on his knees. This tells me, it’s a picture of a man who’s getting to see he’s just can’t go on living the same level. He’s getting desperate, he’s going deeper into the water.

Do you recall the bible story of the conversion of Paul of Tarsus? When he went to Damascus blinded by the vision of the Lord? The Lord spoke to a very anonymous disciple Ananias and said “Ananias go into Damascus and give that man his site.” Ananias thought he knew God’s business better than He did said “Lord, you can’t do that, Your’e making a mistake. This man is a great enemy of the church. He tries to kill every Christian he meets. Don’t touch him, we daren’t touch him, better leave him alone.” And what was God’s answer? “Ananias, don’t be afraid of him, behold he prays.”

What an amazing thing for the Lord to say. It seems as if the angels of have folded in their wings as to look down on earth and at a proud self rightious pharasee who for years as a member of the Jewish Sanhedrin has said his prayers for hours everyday. But he had never prayed.

“Behold he prays.” The one person who really matters in this service tonight is the Lord Jesus. The only one whom we can not see but who’s presence is the most real thing of all and I wonder what He says about each of us. “Behold he preaches, behold he sings, behold he plays, behold he speaks, behold he works.” Oh, can he look down upon your heart and mine and say “behold he prays”?” Alan Redpath, Resources For Christian Living

Matthew 26:40 And he cometh unto the disciples, and findeth them asleep, and saith unto Peter, What, could ye not watch with me one hour?

Psalm 25:4 Show me Thy ways, O Lord; teach me thy paths.

Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
unuttered or expressed,
the motion of a hidden fire
that trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
the falling of a tear,
the upward glancing of an eye,
when none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech
that infant lips can try;
prayer the sublimest strains that reach
the Majesty on high.

Prayer is the contrite sinners’ voice,
returning from their way,
while angels in their songs rejoice
and cry, “Behold, they pray!”

Prayer is the Christians’ vital breath,
the Christians’ native air;
their watchword at the gates of death;
they enter heaven with prayer.

O Thou, by whom we come to God,
the Life, the Truth, the Way:
the path of prayer thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray!
James Montgomery


Ezekiel 47:1-12 (ESV) Then he brought me back to the door of the temple, and behold, water was issuing from below the threshold of the temple toward the east (for the temple faced east). The water was flowing down from below the south end of the threshold of the temple, south of the altar.
Then he brought me out by way of the north gate and led me around on the outside to the outer gate that faces toward the east; and behold, the water was trickling out on the south side.
Going on eastward with a measuring line in his hand, the man measured a thousand cubits,a and then led me through the water, and it was ankle-deep.
Again he measured a thousand, and led me through the water, and it was knee-deep. Again he measured a thousand, and led me through the water, and it was waist-deep.
Again he measured a thousand, and it was a river that I could not pass through, for the water had risen. It was deep enough to swim in, a river that could not be passed through.
And he said to me, “Son of man, have you seen this?”
Then he led me back to the bank of the river.
As I went back, I saw on the bank of the river very many trees on the one side and on the other.
And he said to me, “This water flows toward the eastern region and goes down into the Arabah, and enters the sea; when the water flows into the sea, the water will become fresh.
And wherever the river goes, every living creature that swarms will live, and there will be very many fish. For this water goes there, that the waters of the seae may become fresh; so everything will live where the river goes.
Fishermen will stand beside the sea. From Engedi to Eneglaim it will be a place for the spreading of nets. Its fish will be of very many kinds, like the fish of the Great Sea.
But its swamps and marshes will not become fresh; they are to be left for salt.
And on the banks, on both sides of the river, there will grow all kinds of trees for food. Their leaves will not wither, nor their fruit fail, but they will bear fresh fruit every month, because the water for them flows from the sanctuary. Their fruit will be for food, and their leaves for healing.”

“A word of prayer together and please would you echo in your heart the prayer in which I offer to the Lord on your behalf and mine? Speak Lord in the stillness while we wait on Thee, hush our hearts to listen in expectancy . Speak O blessed Master in this quite hour may we see Thy face Lord and feel, and feel Thy touch of power. For Jesus sake amen.

What a terrible possibility for all of us (spiritual drought) at any stage of life to be absolutely dry. The language in John Samuel Monsell often haunts my heart; “I hunger and I thirst, Jesu, my manna be; Ye living waters, burst out of the rock for me. For still the desert lies My thirsting soul before;” That’s true, true of many of us who have been on the road for many of years. In terrible danger of ending our days spiritually dry. An experience through which many of us know what it is to pass. Oh the agony of it, the dread of it, the horror of it, sense of the loss of fellowship with God. A sense of inadequacy for a task. A sense of being beaten and knocked out and defeated. A sense of hopelessness and weariness It’s often the experience of a person who has been years on the Christian path who’s struck barreness and wonders why.

You know the bible is an eastern book and it’s illustrations are taken from the middle east. That’s why you have phrases such as these for which your familiar that run right through the bible; wells of salvation, streams in the desert, I will pour water upon him that is thirsty and floods upon dry ground, a Godly man is like a tree planted by the river of water who bringeth forth his fruit in season and he wither not.

And of coarse the metaphor is taken into the New Testament when Jesus said to that woman “The waters that I shall give you shall be in you as springs of water, a fountain springing up into everlasting life. Jesus stood and cried “if any man thirst let him come to me and let him drink. Out of his innermost being shall flow rivers of living waters. This spake He of the Holy Spirit which they that believe in Him should receive. And is the closing book of the bible a little glimpse we have of heaven.We’re not told much about heaven but enough for us to get on with until we get there and we find is heaven there is no sun, there is no moon, there is no night, but there is a river. A river as clear as crystal that flows from the thrown of God and of the Lamb.

These are all themes that run right through the book and I’m putting them all together in this great subject “Resources For Christian Living.” Many passages of scriptures which one could turn to for this subject but I’m going to concentrate tonight on these verses which we’ve read together. I recognize of of coarse they have their literal fulfillment in the future millennium age but they have a tremendous picture in them of what it means to be a Christian. How it means to live and keep fresh and be delivered from bareness and dryness and drought. I know floods upon the dry ground of my life and on my heart.

As I speak to you I realize more than ever my own personal need of the fulfillment of this prophecy in my heart tonight. I trust you do too. I trust I speak tonight to a congregation many of whom are hungry and thirsty for God. He always meets us on the level of our appetites. You can have as much of God as you want. (He’s never off duty.) There’s never time He can’t be consulted. He’s always available for as much as I want of Him. The great thing that I have to decide is how much do I really want with all my heart and how much am I prepared to let go to have Him.

Well lets look at this passage briefly tonight. I notice in this vision of Ezekiel God gave to the prophet the vision is of a river and i want you to notice about this river the essence of power. See the source of it, the water was issuing, verse 1, from below the thresh hold of the temple toward the east. The source of this river was the sanctuary of God. The place of absolute authority, supreme power and when I receive the Holy Spirit at my new-birth and that’s when I do receive Him. You can’t be a Christian without having the Holy Spirit. You can be a believer without having the Holy Spirit, I hope that does shock you. It’s possible to have everything in my head and nothing in my heart. Everything right in my mind but empty of experience.

But when I became a Christian I’m born again at that moment, the Holy Spirit comes into my heart and His source is from the throne of God. When I receive Him I receive throne life, throne life. The life of absolute authority. It comes to me from the greatest throne and highest throne in the universe and He comes that he might administer in my heart the life of the kingdom of God. That He might display in me and through me what it means, the sheer wonder, the thrill, the contentment, the joy, the peace, the strength, the tranquility of being a man or woman under the control of the kingdom of God. Displaying to a modern society with all it’s permissiveness the reality of freedom in submission to Jesus Christ and He comes to make it possible to live kingdom life in my heart ever day.” Alan Redpath, Resources For Christian Living

Galatians 4:6 And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father.

John Chapter 4:10-14 Jesus answered and said unto her, If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water. The woman saith unto him, Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with, and the well is deep: from whence then hast thou that living water? Art thou greater than our father Jacob, which gave us the well, and drank thereof himself, and his children, and his cattle? Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again: But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.

I hunger and I thirst,
Jesu, my manna be;
Ye living waters, burst
Out of the rock for me.

Thou bruised and broken Bread,
My life-long wants supply;
As living souls are fed,
O feed me, or I die.

Thou true life-giving Vine,
Let me Thy sweetness prove;
Renew my life with Thine,
Refresh my soul with love.

Rough paths my feet have trod
Since first their course began;
Feed me, Thou Bread of God;
Help me, Thou Son of Man.

For still the desert lies
My thirsting soul before;
O living waters, rise
Within me evermore.

John S. B. Mon­sell,


Christ Within—Heaven Within

Infinite riches in a little room.” —MARLOWE.

All the glory and beauty of Christ are manifested
within, and there He delights to dwell; His visits are
frequent, His condescension amazing. H is conversations
sweet, His comforts refreshing; and the peace that He
brings passeth all understanding.”

Heaven is where Christ is. His presence in the heart makes heaven in the heart. A Christian was asked if he was on the way to heaven. ” I live there,” was the reply. Heaven is not so far away as many suppose.
The door that leads to it opens inward. ” The Kingdom of Heaven is among you.” Wherever the King sets up his court, wherever His Spirit is regnant, wherever the richness and fullness of His indwelling is experienced, there the kingdom of heaven has come.

There are friends whose presence is a benediction. They call out the best that is in us. The overflow of their personality into ours imparts health and hope. The influence that they exert upon us affords a suggestion of the influence of Christ upon those who come within the circle of His friendship. When standing by His side life appears sublimed and transfigured. In the consciousness of His presence tears are changed into smiles, sighs into songs, night into day. ” I thought of Christ,” said Samuel Rutherford, “till every stone in my prison cell shone like a ruby.” A prison is changed into a palace when the presence of Christ is realized. The venerable missionary, John Paton testifies to the fear-dispelling and joy-bestowing power which came to him from the felt presence of the Lord in the midst of his hard and lonely labors in the New Hebrides. Speaking of a circumstance of exceptional trial he says, ” Nothing else than the abiding presence and power of my dear Lord and Saviour could have prevented roe from losing my reason and perishing miserably. His words, `Lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the world,’ became to me so real that it would not have startled me to see Him as Stephen did, gazing down upon the scene.” He adds, ” O, the bliss of living and enduring, as seeing Him who is invisible !” This bliss, which is a sweet foretaste of heaven, all may have. It is not a thing of special privilege, but of universal possibility. What one receives is given to all. To every man is freely offered a friendship more precious than the choicest friendships of earth; a fellowship more sweet than the fellowship of kindred human souls. No reason is there why those now living should envy those who lived in the days when the Lord came in bodily presence to sojourn under the hospitable roof-trees of His friends. He still comes to our homes and hearts to take up His abode within them, and fill them with His resplendent glory. Every home may still be a Bethany, every heart a guest-chamber of the King.

The heart in which Christ dwells becomes the house beautiful. It is a well-ordered abode. All its plans and arrangements are under His supervision and control. Peace and joy sit around its hearth. Love is the spirit that reigns within it. By filling the heart with Himself He fills it with love; for as Sir James MacIntosh exclaimed when dying, “Jesus and love are the same thing.” And this love with which Christ fills the heart has a reflexive influence in making the vision of His presence clearer. The Christ of love manifests Himself to loving hearts as He can not manifest himself to worldly selfish hearts. Love makes His presence real. ” If a man love me,” He says, “lie will keep my words, and my Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and make our abode with him.” Even pure earthly love, pure love to man as man helps to make God real and near. “If we love one another God dwelleth in us, and His love is perfected in us. He that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, arid God in him.” And he that dwelleth in Gods by dwelling in love, dwelleth in heaven and heaven in him.

This heavenly love which enters the soul when Christ enters it brings heaven with it. It begets harmony and harmony begets heaven. As Christ and love are one, love and heaven are one. Divine love in the heart brings man into complete adjustment to the moral order under which he lives, and of which every sin is a violation. Insubordination to the divine moral order is anarchy, and anarchy is hell; submission is peace, and peace is heaven. Not until the human will sinks into the divine will; not until the mutinous spirit of man bows before the sceptre of divine authority; not until there be a complete abdication of self in favor of Christ the soul’s true King, can there be adjustment in all Godward and manward relations; and not until this adjustment has taken place can man enter into the kingdom of God. The kingdom of God is first righteousness, then peace. When the fire of unholy ambition is quenched, when the fever of selfish self-seeking is subdued, when the clashing of rival interests has ceased, when the soul, standing no longer between two opposing forces, accepts the divine will in everything, when the hopeless task of putting an ill-assorted life into proper shape has been given up, and the entire management of things is put into the hands of the All-Wise, freedom is found from all perplexity and anxiety. God’s will then proves to be ” a pillow to rest upon, not a load to carry.” Henceforth, there is in life more carefulness and less care. The friction and worry that wear life out are taken away. If there is not rest from trouble there is rest in trouble; if there is not rest from toil there is rest in toil. Amid the noisy contentions of the world, amid the fierce struggles of life the Lord ordains peace. When petty cares buzz around the head tranquility abides within the heart. Like the ship’s compass which is so adjusted as to keeps its level amid all the heaving of the sea, the heart that feels the attractive power of Christ’s indwelling love is kept calm and steady while tossed on the waves of earthly trouble. Without the storm may rage, within there is peace.

Christian peace and joy do not spring up of themselves; they do not come from outward things, they come directly from the presence of Christ in the heart. They are found in Him, never apart from Him. When the Master forewarns that “In this world ye shall have tribulation,” He adds, ” but in me peace.”
Again He says, “My peace I give unto you.” “These things have I spoken unto you that my joy might remain in you.” If we have Christ in us we have His peace and joy in us. Therefore, we are not to seek peace and joy by themselves, we are to seek Christ and these will be added. We are not to labor to expel the darkness of doubt and sorrow from our hearts, we are to allow the light of His presence to fill our hearts, and the darkness will be put out and kept out. We are not to depend upon our own toiling and rowing when the winds are contrary; we are to receive Christ into the heart, as the storm-driven
disciples received him into the ship, and we shall speed on our way toward the heavenly shore.

Our hearts need Christ, and they are desolate until He dwells within them. The cry of St. Augustine, “O Lord, thou hast made us for thyself, and our hearts are restless till they rest in thee;” awaken within us a responsive echo. Our heart’s deepest longings are outbreathed in the words of Charles Wesley:

“Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven to-earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown;
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art,
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart.”

Chapter 9, The Indwelling Christ By James M. Campbell

Helen Ewan, She Was Only 22,

Written By: James A. Stewart

At the same time that I was saved during a mighty movement of God in my city of Glasgow, a girl about the same age was also saved. Her name was Helen Ewan (U-an). She was just a slip of a girl, but at the very threshold of her new life in Christ, she crowned Him as absolute Lord and was thus filled with the Holy Spirit. She had accepted the invitation of her Lord to “drink abundantly”

In the day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink. He that believeth on Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his innermost being shall flow rivers of living water. (But this spake He of the Spirit which they that believe on Him should receive.) (John 7:32-39a).

The torrents of living water simply began to flow from Helen’s life.

Helen Ewan was born around 1910 into an ordinary working-class family. She was the only child. Both of her parents loved Christ supremely. The blessed Son of God was the center around which the whole household revolved. They lived for only one thing and that was to please God in every detail of their lives. Three well-marked Bibles were always conspicuous in their living room when I visited them.

After her conversion at the age of fourteen, Helen’s whole personality was radiant with the glory of the Lord. God, in His sovereign grace, had shone into her darkened soul in order that through this ordinary “earthenware container” might be manifested the surpassing majesty of the power of the gospel.

This manifestation of His glory astonished us all. Hers was only a common life, but it was lit up with the glory of God. I often wondered how she could stand so much glory in her fragile earthenware container.

Being full of the Holy Spirit, she was full of Christ. As she studied the Word of God, under the illuminating guidance of the Holy Spirit, He took of the treasures of the Lord Jesus and revealed them unto her (John 16:14-15). This made her heart dance for joy. Many times she would stop Christians on the street and, with radiant face, tell of some choice portion of Scripture where she had found some new picture of her blessed Redeemer. These friends often left her presence weeping. They said, “We have seen Jesus; we have looked into His glorious face.” The awe of God remained upon their souls throughout the remainder of the day. Like Spurgeon, she was at her very best when she told us of her Lord. It was at such times she stood out as a solitary figure, so far removed from the rest of us. She knew the Lord in such a deep intimate way.

Many testified that just her passing smile, or her cheery, “Good day. God bless you,” was an uplifting tonic to them the rest of the day.

In her prayer life, Helen was such an example to us all. She arose each morning around five o’clock to commune with her Lord. She would not put on the heat in her cold little room or seek to make herself comfortable in any way, feeling she could be more alert in the cold. And besides, those for whom she would be praying in foreign lands were not sitting in comfort.

She would begin her communion with praise and worship. She then read the Word to warm her heart. She remembered the words of her fellow-Scot, R. Murray McCheyne, “It is the look that saves, but it is the gaze that sanctifies.” Helen gazed with rapture into the face of her Lord. I could not mention to you the expressions of adoration which she wrote in her dairy after such times with her Lord. They are too sacred for publication.

After fellowship and communion, followed her ministry of intercession for her friends, family, for her assembly, for hundreds of missionaries on the foreign fields. Then came her prayer ministry for the unsaved. She had a list of unsaved persons to whom she had testified and for whom she prayed daily until they were born again. Her yearnings after the salvation of the lost were awful to behold. The reason God gave her so many souls among rich and poor, young and old, illiterate and intelligent, was that she agonized for them in earnest intercession inside the veil. There was nothing vague or general about her pleas. After her “translation,” her mother kindly allowed me to go over her diaries and there I saw that the petitions expressed in them were strong and definite. She gave the date when she began to pray for a person and then the date when the prayer was answered. These diaries revealed a prayer life that moved God and man. No wonder that when God promoted her to Glory at the age of twenty-two, many wept throughout Scotland, and missionaries in far-off lands felt they had lost their greatest prayer warrior.

Not only at the early morning hour did Helen commit to her Lord the whole of the new day with all that it entailed, but all through the day she sought His guidance in matters small and great. It was no small thing for her to shop for some personal piece of clothing and she might seen to pause in front of a store to seek His guidance before going in for a piece of ribbon! She must please Him in all things and she would not be led by the traditions of men. That no doubt explains the remark of her friends that “Helen was always dressed right.”

Helen’s seeking after lost souls also put us all to shame. Here again she seemed to rise head and shoulders above us all, even among tens of thousands of believers in our great city at that time. I have been out on the streets of Glasgow near midnight with my tracts and gospel text boards on many occasions when I would see Helen busy in her own method of personal soul-winning. I have seen her on a cold Scottish winter’s evening with her arms around a poor drunken prostitute, telling her of Jesus and His love. On other occasions she would be dealing with drunken men, seeking to lead them to her Savior.

In the evangelistic meetings she was always on the alert for lost souls. Sitting near the rear of the building, she would see a women sitting alone, sorrow written on her face and weariness in her eyes. Under the guidance of the Spirit, Helen would slip over and sit beside her, praying inwardly during the whole of the service. When the lady arose to leave, Helen would leave with her, talking about the message and encouraging the lady to unburden her heart. In this way, more than one soul who was burdened with the cares of this life and bowed down with the weight of sin and despair was led to know the Savior as Helen pointed her to the Lamb of God under the lamp post or while waiting at the street-car stop.

When finally she entered the University of Glasgow, she used to walk several miles from her home to the university each day so that she could distribute tracts along the way. At the same time, she could save street-car fare and give it to the missionary cause. Needless to say, she had the joy of leading many students to Christ on Campus.

Robert Murray McCheyne used to seal his letters with a sketch of the sun going down behind the mountains and with a motto over it, “THE NIGHT COMETH.” It was this same feeling of urgency that drew Helen on.

Like Robert Murray McCheyne and Samuel Rutherford, Helen carried the fragrance of Christ with her, and like William C. Burns she manifested the power of the Spirit. Her body was a walking temple of the Holy Spirit. Thus, wherever she went the power of God was manifested. When she entered into any service, immediately the atmosphere was charged with His power. I have known her to slip quietly into a prayer meeting which had already begun and sit on the back seat; yet, every one of us knew that she had arrived because of the mighty sense of the presence of God manifested in our midst.

Evangelists often sought after her service. It was not that she could sing or speak in public. I do not think she ever sang a solo or gave a public testimony in any of their campaigns. All she did was sit quietly in the meetings and pray. Yet, these evangelists knew that if they could only have Helen attend their services, there was sure to be a mighty anointing upon the meeting! Some leading evangelists have told me that she was the most remarkable person they ever knew in this way. One outstanding English evangelist, when he was an aged warrior, testified that possibly the greatest campaign he ever conducted was one in which Helen was able to attend every service for two weeks while she was on her vacation.

I was talking one day with two professors from the University of London. They were believers. We were talking about dynamic Christianity when one of them suddenly said, “Brother Stewart, I want to tell you a story.” Then he went on to tell of a remarkable young lady on the campus of the Glasgow University when he was lecturing there. Wherever she went on the campus, he said, the fragrance of Christ followed her. For example, a group of unconverted students would be jesting and telling dirty stories when someone would suddenly say, “Shhhhh! Shhh! Here she comes! Quiet!” and this young lady would walk by, unconsciously leaving the power and the awe of the presence of God behind her. He said that in the University prayer meeting they could always tell if this young student was present whether she prayed aloud or not, or they could tell when she entered the room without hearing or seeing her; they sensed the presence of God in their midst.

I said, “Sir, that could only be one person; that was Helen Ewan!”

“Yes,” he answered, “that was her name. She was a remarkable soul-winner.”

Another feature of Helen’s life was her deep appetite for the Word of God and a deep spiritual penetration into Divine truth. She did not just leaf through her Bible for palatable portions which suited the whole Book from Genesis to Revelation. Thus she became a deeply intelligent child of God, even at the age of sixteen and seventeen. Her feet were firmly placed on the solid rock of the Holy Scriptures. Even when she was a hard-working student in her secular studies at the University, seeking to make good grades for His glory, she still gave time for Bible study and meditation. This made her a well-balanced Christian, though there was no time or place in her life for idle gossip or foolish talk. She bubbled over with clean humor and a zest for life and yet, because Christ filled the whole of her horizon, she sought to magnify Him through a holy life and sacrificial service.

Every growing girl has her own heroes and heroines. Helen was no different. Her favorite character was one of the Wigtown martyrs of the Covenanting days in Scotland, Margaret Wilson. Margaret was seventeen when she laid down her life for Christ on the 11th of May, 1685, in Wigtown, not very far from the little town of Anwoth where Samuel Rutherford spent the early years of his ministry. She was the daughter of Gilbert Wilson, a farmer. The Wilson family unitedly carried on a guerrilla warfare constantly against the enemies of the Gospel of their time. They hid and cared for the Covenanting preachers and sought every opportunity to magnify the Lord.

In February of 1685, Margaret ventured to creep forth from her hiding place and steal down to her home because of hunger and cold. She was soon discovered by the enemy and locked up in prison – in the “Thieves’ Hole” where the worst malefactors were her associates. For six or seven weeks she lay in this dismal place. Then she was taken out and placed in another prison where constantly, day and night, she was asked to deny her faith. She steadfastly refused.

An other prisoner, an elderly widow named Margaret Lachlison, and she, along with Margaret’s young sister Agnes, aged thirteen, were sentenced to be “flogged through the streets of Wigtown by the public hangman, and thereafter be put for three days in the jougs,” Gilbert Wilson paid the sum of one hundred pounds sterling for the release of Agnes, who was then absolved of her dreadful sentence. But Margaret was old enough to know her own mind and would stand or fall according to her own decision.

The town folk were all afoot on that fateful day of May 11th , 1685. Until now, the enemies of the Gospel in Scotland had been put to death by burning at the stake. Now, for the first time, they planned to use water. This was to frighten the prisoners and deter the people from taking like stands for the hated truth.

There was near the town Wigtown a little stream called Bladnoch. At low water, the Solway recedes for miles, and it is over the naked sands that the Bladnoth trickles to its goal. But when the tide returns, it rushes rapidly up the river’s path and by and by overflows the banks on both sides.

That dreadful morning, two stakes had been driven in the sands within the channel of the stream while the tide was out; one farther up than the other, but both comparatively near the town. To the stake farther out they fastened Margaret Lachlison, the widow, seeking to intimidate the younger girl who was tied to the stake near the shore. The tide was as yet far out. The people stood waiting, prepared to rescue the two women at the first sign of their relenting.

Then the tide came rushing in. The people retreated up the banks for safety. The water was already lapping about the face of Margaret Lachlison, who was struggling silently.

“What think ye of your companion now?” cried some brutal official to Margaret Wilson, who felt the cold waves about her waist.

“What do I see but Christ wrestling out yonder” Think ye that we are the sufferers” No! It is Christ in us.”

Then the girl sang part of the twenty-fifth Psalm and, opening her Bible, read the eighth chapter of the Epistle to the Romans. We can imagine with that pathos she read the closing words of the chapter:

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

As it is written, For Thy sake we are killed all day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Finally, she prayed. The water began to lap over her face. Her tormentors began to plead for her to recant. The following dialogue took place:
“Margaret, ye are young. If ye’ll pray for the king, we will give you your life.”

“I’ll pray for salvation to all, but damnation to none,” she replied.

They dashed her under the water and pulled her up again. People looked on and said, “Oh, Margaret, will ye say it?”

“Lord, give him repentance and forgiveness in salvation,” she prayed.
“We do not want your prayers,” cried the enemy cursing her bitterly. “Just take the oath.”

“No sinful oath for me,” she answered.

When Margaret was released for that moment to swear the oath, the heartbroken people cried out to Major Wiram, “She has said it! She has said it!”

But to Major Wiram the brave girl gave a flat refusal.

“I will not. I am one of Christ’s children.”

They placed her on the stake again and the waters of the Solway rolled over her head. Margaret was instantly in the presence of her Lord.

It was of such rugged stock as this that Helen Ewan came. She might not be asked to die for her Redeemer as was Margaret Wilson, but by His grace she would live for Him each moment of every day.

At the university Helen was preparing herself for the missionary service among the Russian people of Eastern Europe where I, myself, was later to labor. Already she was learning the Russian language in preparation for her life’s ministry. But God, in His wisdom and love, called her Home at the age of twenty-two.

She had been spending her vacation with an aunt in the kingdom of Fife and while there was continually about her Master’s business. She was taken ill suddenly and as suddenly was called Home. It was so unexpected that it shocked us all. I was laboring at the time in an evangelistic campaign in a city in northern England. When the news reached me of Helen’s Home-going, I was stunned. I could neither eat nor sleep. So great was my grief that the people were amazed to learn that this young lady from my city was no more to me than a spiritual friend and companion; not my fiance. “How is it possible,” they asked, “that a young man could be so broken down over the loss of anyone, especially only a friend?”

I was not alone in my sorrow. Thousands wept throughout Scotland and Great Britain. Many sought to express something of the blessing this life had meant to them. For instance, at one memorial service, a Christian leader stood and told the audience of how Helen’s spirituality had so deeply affected him. “I was old enough to be her father,” he said. “I had known the Lord many years longer than she had known Him, but still she seemed so far ahead of me spiritually.”

On far-off mission stations, Britain missionaries grieved at the news. Alas, who would bear them up so faithfully at the Throne of Grace now? Who would step into this gap and take her place?

Even many years later when I would be again in Glasgow, one of the most thrilling experiences was to be with a group of Christian friends who would be sharing with each other something of what this dedicated, radiant life had meant to us personally. The very mention of her name had a charm; an irresistible force that drove one to his knees to cry out, “Oh, God, raise up others like Helen Ewan. Oh, God, make even me a better man for Thy glory!”

Some time later, when I had a few days free from my evangelistic meetings, I visited the cemetery where Helen had been laid to rest, in order to once again give God thanks for such a life. There I knelt before God and laid myself anew upon His altar, pleading that the fire of God would fall on even me.

One of the grave diggers to whom I spoke could not at first recall anyone having been buried there such as I described to him.

“You must remember that we are burying large numbers of people here; this is a public cemetery,” he explained.

As I went on speaking, however, this strong, sturdy laborer became deeply moved. “Yes, I remember now,” she said, “When we were burying that body, I felt the presence of God all over that place!”

Now, dear readers, what is the explanation of such a life? How could a young lady, still pursuing her studies, never having preached a sermon or sung a solo, never having traveled more than two hundred miles away from her home; how could her life so affect people in all parts of the world that they felt a mighty general had fallen? The Word of God says, “One of you shall chase a thousand; two shall put ten-thousand to flight.” Helen Ewan’s life had been worth more than a thousand ordinary Christians to the Church. And the story of her life, translated into many different languages, has continued to bless many today. What, I say, is the explanation? There is only one explanation: SHE WAS FILLED WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT.

Helen, who was an ordinary young women, became extraordinary simply because she surrendered all to Christ and appropriated for herself all that was hers in Him. She, with unveiled face, took time to receive, and thus reflected, the glory of the Lord as she passed from one degree of glory to another.

We all mirror the glory of the Lord in some degree, but if we are to perfectly mirror His glory, there are three things that must be true of us:

1.The mirror must be clean. A dirty mirror does not give a true reflection.

2.The mirror must be kept clean. In Bible days, when mirrors were made of polished metal, they had to be kept polished to be of any use. And the mirror of your life must be kept clean and polished if it is to perfectly and consistently reflect the glory of the Lord.

3.The mirror must be in place; it must face the object to be reflected. You must have both eyes on Christ, the whole life looking unto Him, if you would reflect His glory.

May you, dear reader, be so fully surrendered to your Lord that you will, like Helen Ewan, fully reflect the glory of the Lord. Let this be your prayer, with Francis Ridley Havergal:

In full and glad surrender
I give myself to Thee,
Thine utterly and only,
And evermore to be.
O Son of God who lov’st me
I will be Thine alone;
And all I have, and all I can,
Shall henceforth to Thine own.
Reign over me, Lord Jesus!
O make my heart Thy throne
It shall be Thine, dear Saviour,
It shall be Thine alone.
Oh! come and reign, Lord Jesus;
Rule over everything
And keep me always loyal,
And true to Thee, my King!


Hebrews 12:1-2 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Now to Paul in the Galatians text in which I read, to Paul the world was already dead. He didn’t plead for it nor try to salvage anything of it. He let the whole thing go. Though he loved people, Paul’s love was for people. Jesus our Lord loved peopleWhen He said “God so loved the world” He didn’t mean that God loved Hollywood, and that He loved the ballpark and He loved the things people do and enjoy doing. Some of them are alright certainly. I throw a ball around a little in the morning just to get warmed up myself in the livingroom. So I’ve nothing against balls you know.

But if it’s just a question of the organized world with it’s fun. It isn’t that the Lord loved because He knew it couldn’t last even though innocent couldn’t last. So He loved not our organization, not our literature, even our music. He loved people. He loved human beings made in the image of God and fallen. He loved people.

And so when I say that Paul followed Christ in counting the world dead I don’t mean that He spurned people, never, never. He loved people but He spurned the organized world. If you’re foolish enough to do it, if you’re sucker enough to be taken in, the world can entertain you from right now on until the Dr. say’s you’ve had it, you can’t live. You can be entertained and have fun all you have to do is pay for it. They have arranged it so that we can be relitively happy in this world and never think of God. Do you know that? That’s what it’s for brethern, that’s what its for. The newspapers, the magazines, the radio, the television, the sports, the fun, even the concerts and music which I hapen to like. The whole business is there in order to keep us from taking God seriously and remembering we’ve got to die and come to judgement. And if you will be gullible enough to be taken in by the world.

When I was a boy we used to butcher in the fall and it’d be my job to coach the fat pigs in and shoot em’ then my father would bleed them. I would throw them some corn and they would come grunting in and I’d pull my rifle down on them and let them have it and dad would go in and bleed them and we’d dress them and we’d have pork. Those pigs never caught on, they never caught on.

If’d been an old crow you couldn’t have fooled him. You go out in the field with a gun then try to find a crow. They disappear as though they’d disolved into liquid or gas. They’re smart. A crows smart. But pig never caught on. They shot his grandfather. They shot his father. Now they’re shooting him and he never caught on. That gullible swine!

And the world has has tossing you not ears of corn but other thing to keep you interested while you get old and ie or get too old to care about it. That’s the world and Paul said that’s all dead as far as I’m concerned. I have my eye on a city that has foundations who’s builder and maker is God and I expect to live with God forever. I expect to see the lovely wonderful face of Jesus Christ shining in it’s glory.

Well the great christians allowed the cross to kill their self love and their self ocnfidence and their self will and their self rightiousness and their self pity and their self defence and all the other self sins. Allowed it to kill these things. Keeping Christ in full view. Looking unto Jesus, looking away from ourselves and unto Him and following the way that He went and as we follow we’ll find hoots and jeers from a crowd that doesn’t understand us, stares of astonishment from friends and relatives who wonder what’s happened to us. But we’ll follow the way He went, bloodstains on the rocks and thorns besides the way but we’ll rise again in glorious newness of life or if it die it bringeth forth much fruit, much fruit.

Are you willing to be made willing to follow keeping Jesus in full view? Remember you can never keep you’re courage up unless you keep Jesus in you’re focus. Remember, not at all the pep talks and inspirational messages geven you by pastors and friends over the years will ever be able to help you. The world is big and you’re too weak. So we’re going to have to look somewhere for help and where we’re to look God say’s is straight at His Son, the author and finisher, the perfector, the leader, the princly leader of the faith, once given unto the saints.

God grant that we may for Christ our Lord, amen.” A. W. Tozer, Keeping Christ In Full View

1 John 4:7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.

Colossians 3:14 And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. (ESV)

“You can give without loving. But you cannot love without giving.” Amy Carmichael

“If I belittle those whom I am called to serve, talk of their weak points in contrast perhaps with what I think of as my strong points; if I adopt a superior attitude, forgetting “Who made thee to differ? and what hast thou that thou hast not received?” then I know nothing of Calvary love.: Amy Carmichael

“Our love to God is measured by our everyday fellowship with others and the love it displays.” Andrew Murray

Let us ever love each other
With a heart that’s warm and true,
Ever doing to our brother
As to us we’d have him do.
Kind and loving to each other,
Gentle words to all we meet;
Thus we follow Christ our Savior,
Proving all His service sweet.

When the heart is sad and lonely,
And the eyes with tears o’erflow,
Gentle words and deeds of kindness
Fall like sunbeams on the snow.

Let us help our fallen brother,
Lift him gently by the hand;
Speaking words of cheer and comfort,
Point him to a better land.

In this world of toil and sorrow
Many hearts are full of care,
Let us live to serve our Master,
And each other’s burdens bear.
William J. Henry


Hebrews 12:1-2 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

“We sing about the old rugged cross and I hope we don’t mean that one because our Catholic friends have torn that all up into little splinters and htey have a pile of wood as big as the church scattered around all over the world that’s suppose to be part of the cross. Anyhow, apart from that, that cross is no longer in existence.

But there is a cross now that is the cross you take and I take following our Lord who took His cross. When you’ve taken your cross and then have won through beyond it to the resurrection. You’r old cross will have no more dominion over you just as it has no more dominion over Him. But in the meantime you must take your cross. By the text I have quoted and many others our Lord identifies us with Himself.

There is an old hymn nobody sings anymore that expresses something that I am much concerned with. Here it is; “O for that flame of living fire, which shone so bright in saints of old! Which bade their souls to Heav’n aspire, calm in distress, in danger bold. Where is that Spirit, Lord dwelt In Abraham’s breast, and sealed him ThineWhich made Paul’s heart with sorrow melt, and glow with energy divine? That Spirit which, from age to age, proclaimed Thy love, and taught Thy ways? Brightened Isaiah’s vivid page, and breathed into David’s hallowed lays? Where is that Spirit Lord?”

Why do we have to cry in this pathetic and complaintive manner where is Thy Spirit Lord?” I think it is because we differ from the saints of old in our relation to the cross. The modern gospel churches of which we’re one have decided where to put the cross. They have made the cross objective instead of subjective. They’ve made it external instead of internal. They’ve made it judicial instead of experiential and the terrible part of it is they’re so wrong because they’re half right.

They’re right in making the ctross to be objective, something that stood on a hill with a man dying on it, the just for the unjust. They’re right in that it’s an external cross. They’re right thats it’s on that cross God did a judicial act that will last while the ages burn themselves out. They’re half right.

Where they’re wrong is that they have failed to see there is a cross for you and me. There is a cross for everyone of us. And that cross is subjective and internal and experimental. That is that cross is not something outside, it’s something inside. That cross is that which we voluntary take up. It’s hard and it’s bitter and disistasteful. But we do it for Christ’s sake and suffer the consequences and despise the shame.

But the great Christians, David with his sacred lyre and Isaiah with his hallowed page. They knew something even before Christ was born in Bethleham. They knew something of the cross and what it meant to be despised for Christ sake.They saw ahead and saw Christ’s day and where glad. But the evangelicals and we’re part of them we say “let the cross kill Jesus but we’ll live on, be happy and have fun.

But the cross on the hill has to become the cross in the heart. And when the cross on the hill has been transformed by the miraculous grace of the Holy Ghost into the cross in the heart then we being to know something of what it means. And it will become to us the cross of power.” A. W. Tozer, Keeping Christ In Full View

“God does not transform you on a bed of light, life, and grace. His transformation is done on the cross in darkness, poverty, and death.” Fenelon

“Your deep delf-love makes the cross too heavy to bear.” Fenelon

“Will you resist? No! Allow everything! Volunteer for your own death, for God will only accomplish His work to the extent that you let Him. Do not push away the progres that God wants to make in your life” Fenelon

O for that flame of living fire
Which shone so bright in saints of old!
Which bade their souls to Heav’n aspire,
Calm in distress, in danger bold.

Where is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt
In Abraham’s breast, and sealed him Thine?
Which made Paul’s heart with sorrow melt,
And glow with energy divine?

That Spirit which, from age to age,
Proclaimed Thy love, and taught Thy ways?
Brightened Isaiah’s vivid page,
And breathed into David’s hallowed lays?

O for that flame of living fire,
Which shone so bright in saints of old!
Which bade their souls to Heav’n aspire,
Calm in distress, in danger bold.

Where is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt
In Abraham’s breast, and sealed him Thine?
Which made Paul’s heart with sorrow melt,
And glow with energy divine?

That Spirit which, from age to age,
Proclaimed Thy love, and taught Thy ways?
Brightened Isaiah’s vivid page,
And breathed into David’s hallowed lays?

Is not Thy grace as mighty now
As when Elijah felt its power;
When glory beamed from Moses’ brow,
Or Job endured the trying hour?

Remember, Lord, the ancient days;
Renew Thy work; thy grace restore;
Warm our cold hearts to prayer and praise,
And teach us how to love Thee more.
William H. Bathurst

Keeping Christ In Full View, pt 2

Hebrews 12:1-2 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Now it say’s here that He endured the cross, this author and finisher. He endured the cross and despised the shame. That is He felt the cross in two ways; physically and mentally. The physical part of the cross is too much talked about for me to add anything now. We all know how the nails went into His hand and feet. We all know how the thorns where on His brow and His back was beaten until it was bleeding. We know how thirsty He was and cried in His agony “I thirst.” We know that, that the physical pain of the cross.

But we must also remember the psychological or mental pain. The pain of shame and rejection. The pain of being spurned by you’re fellow man. This pain, whe His friends turned their back on Him added to the physical pain when He hung on that cross. Then you know something of what our Lord endured.

So He endured the cross and despised the shame. He endured it by suffering it out and He despised the shame of it by looking down on it as something not worthy to be mentioned set over against the glory that was to be revealed.

Now right up to this point all fundamentalist are agreed. All Evangelicals are together on this. I could preach in any Bible Conference anywhere and be invited back and nobody would whisper out to another fellow behind the tree on the campgrounds they thought “Tozer was a little bit legalistic.” Up to here everybody agrees.

But now from here on alot of them don’t agree. They’ll be smiling about it, invite me back and hoping I’ll skip this, but nevertheless they don’t agree. Heres what I mean; That our Lord Jesus not only endured the cross and despised the shame but He invited us to do the same thing.

In Matthew the sixteenth chapter “Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.” John twelve “Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal.” Galatians two, twenty “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.”

Now by such words as these our Lord identifies us with Himself. He puts the cross in our lives where it belongs instead of on the cross where it once was. I don’t know where that wooden cross was. I once made some people very angry. They howled with anger, but they said “they where grieved.” I’ve caught onto that now. When I get a dirty letter telling me that theyr’e grieved over something I’ve wrote, they mean they’re mad. And I got one saying I shouldn’t have said something I did. I said Peter the Hermit gatheree alot of people together to try to take physical possession of an old tomb. But it’d only been used threee days and hadn’t had anybody in it since and they said that was a terrible way to talk about the tomb of Jesus. Joseph’s tomb! The place to put Him in a hillside there till clock had ticked out three days.

Then what did God care about that hole in the ground after that? What did He care about the tomb after that? We tend to want to impart to rocks and trees and springs and hills spiritual significance just as Israel did and the pagens did before them. It’s a thing God hates. It is not the hole where they laid Jesus in the tomb that is sacred but it is the whole Man who laid there three days that is sacred.

When He came out of there the grave had no more significance there. So it is with the cross of Jesus. They hung Him on a wooden tree simply a rough thing thrown together. They hung Him up there and then when He had come down from there and laid in the tomb and had risen again to the right hand of God The Father Almightyt what did that wooden cross mean anymore in the mind of God? Nothing at all.” A. W. Tozer, Keeping Christ In Full View

“All God’s plans have the mark of the cross on them, and all His plans have death to self in them.” E. M Bounds

“Denying the self means saying “no” to our desires, whatever the consequence or cost. “An easy, non-self denying life will never be one of power. Fruit-bearing involes cross-bearing. Are you willing to abide in Him and thus bear much fruit?” Hudson Taylor

Oh! for a heart that is burdened!
Infused with a passion to pray;
Oh! For a stirring within me’
Oh! For His power every day,
Oh! For a heart like my Saviour,
Who, being in an agony, prayed.
Such caring for OTHERS, Lord, give me;
On my heart let burdens be laid,
My Father, I long for this passion,
To pour myself out for the lost –
To lay down my life to save others –
“To pray,” whatever the cost.
Lord, teach me, Oh teach me this secret,
I’m hungry this lesson to learn,
This passionate passion for others,
For this, blessed Jesus, I yearn.
Father, this lesson I long for from Thee –
Oh, let Thy Spirit reveal this to me.
Mary Warburton Booth


Hebrews 12:1-2 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

“We christians are to run the race keeping Jesus in full view. “Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith.” Now it is in our nature to have to look out. We have eyes that look out, not inward which teaches us that we are not sufficient in ourselves. If we where to be sufficient within ourselves there would be no reason for us to look out. But our nature is such that we must look away because the world is too big and deadly and we’re too weak and unwise to deal with it. We don’t have what it takes. And if we look inside of ourselves we can only go into a tailspin of real discouragement.

We must look somewhere for assurance. We must look to somebody that is worthy to be looked to. Not to some political figures or even some religious figure but we must look to one who has made good, who has done that we would like to have done, who has won for us, who has won through for us and has established Himself at the right hand of God and now is bringing a company of people with Him. He is said to be here the author and finisher of our faith.

Among my private and not to secretive enjoyment is kidding the translators because of their failure here to get together on things chiefly or because they know greek but they don’t know english. But here I find the translators are really in a tizzy. They say “looking unto Jesus the pioneer and perfector of our faith.” Another translator says “looking unto Jesus the starter and finisher of our faith.” Another says “looking unto Jesus the guide and the end of our faith.” Another says “the beginner and the finisher.” Another says “a leader and perfect model.” Another “the principle leader and example.” Another “The Princly Leader and perfector.” Another “the forerunner and finsher.” Evidently they can’t quite get together what the word means in the English.

I think by taking all of those words and putting them into a bag and shaking them up you’ll get at this: That Jesus Christ our Lord is the pioneer, the one who blazed the trail, the one who started the christian faith, upon whom it rest and who is leading it through to a successful consummation and this our Lord Jesus Christ is.

As we go about along with this I’d like to point out that the faith we mean here is not our personal faith. You won’t have much trouble with you’re personal faith if you become really aquanted with the faith of our fathers. We try to pump up faith when we’re not informed on the faith. You see the faith we have is our personal attitude toward and confidence in the faith which is the doctrine presented and the proof that is brought to us in our Lord Jesus Christ. It does not say He is the author and perfecter of my private faith, my own attitude or reaction or confidence in the truth.

He says He is the author and perfecter, the author and finisher, leader and consumator of the faith or our fathers. The doctrines, the truth that God made heaven and earth. That God subsists in three Persons, that God spake by the prophets, that God sent His only begotten Son in the world that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish but have everlasting life. That to do this He must die and rise again. That He sets now at the right hand of the Father. That He is there interceeding for His believing people. That He’s coming back at a time known to Him and nobady else. To take His people to be with Him. That He’s going to purify the earth and take out of it every bone and every bit of mold and every monument iniquity. And He’s going to have a new heaven and a new earth of which He is the Lord and then when that long time has worn itself out in happy milliniums He is going to turn all things over to the Father and death will be put down and that enemy will be destroyed.

Now this is the faith of our fathers in brief outline and this is what we mean when we say Christ is the author and finisher of our faith. And our attitude toward that and our confidence in these things, that’s another matter. He helps us with that too. But I think that we get fully acquanted with what our faith teaches then our personal faith will rather be an automatic thing and spring joyously up because of it’s great confidence in what it hears and sees. ” A. W. Tozer, Keeping Christ In Full View

1 Corinthians 15:3-7 For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures: And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve: After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep. After that, he was seen of James; then of all the apostles.

Faith of our fathers, living still,
In spite of dungeon, fire and sword;
O how our hearts beat high with joy
Whenever we hear that glorious Word!

Faith of our fathers, we will strive
To win all nations unto Thee;
And through the truth that comes from God,
We all shall then be truly free.


Faith of our fathers, we will love
Both friend and foe in all our strife;
And preach Thee, too, as love knows how
By kindly words and virtuous life.

Refrain: Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death.
Fred­e­rick W. Fa­ber