'We are more than conquerors through him.'~
The believer is to persevere in his Christian course to the end
of his life. We have known many who have gone into the field,
and liked the work of a soldier for a battle or two, but soon has had
enough, and comes running home. There are so many professors and so
few Christians indeed; so many that run and so few obtain; many
go into the field against Satan, and so few come out conquerors. Few
have the courage and resolution to grapple with the difficulties that
meet them in the way. Israel came joyfully out of Egypt, but when their
bellies were a little pinched with hunger, they were ready to fly from
their colours, and make a dishonourable retreat into Egypt. Many
who profess the gospel fail to endure when trouble comes, and Alas!
Their hearts fail them. O how many depart from Christ at this crossroad!
Do not say you have royal blood running in your veins, and you
are born of God, except you can prove your pedigree by this heroic
spirit; to dare to be holy in spite of men and devils. How uncomely a
sight it is to see a bold sinner and a fearful saint; one resolved to be
wicked, and a Christian wavering in his holy course; to see hell keep
the field while the saints hide their colours for shame. Take heart O
ye saints, and be strong; your cause is good. God himself adopts your
quarrel. He shall lead you on with courage, and bring you off with
honour. He lived and died for you. For mercy and tenderness to his
soldiers, there is none like him. Christ poured out his blood as balm to
heal our wounds. He never turned his head from danger: no, not even
when hell’s malice and heaven’s justice appeared in the field against
him! A few days’ conflict will be crowned with heaven’s glory. In a
word, Christians, every exploit of faith causes a shout in heaven while
you slip out of your enemies’ hands!
William Gurnall,The Christian in Complete Armour, i:15-17
from 'Voices from the Past'
"Afresh, precious, precious Jesus, I resign this body to You, for doing or suffering, for living or dying. Will You accept it? Will You use me for Your glory more than heretofore, that You may have some little return for all the benefits You have done to me? Oh, do grant this request; my heart longs for it, my spirit pleads for it; and "if You will, You can." You know the hot temptation of which I am the subject. Bring Your glory out of it, and keep me from the evil, and it shall be well." - Ruth Bryan