A Heart For Missions: "In The Vast Plain To The North I Have Sometimes
A Heart For Missions: "In The Vast Plain To The North I Have Sometimes
A Heart For Missions: "In The Vast Plain To The North I Have Sometimes
A Heart for Missions: “In the vast plain to the North I have sometimes
seen, in the morning sun, the smoke of a thousand villages where no mis-
sionary has ever been.” - Robert Moffat
Today Lucifer is probably surveying the church just as Bonaparte did China. One can
almost behold the fear in his eyes as he thinks of the Church's unmeasured potential and I n st e a d o f Go d
b les s A me r ic a,
growls, "Let the Church sleep! If she wakes, she will shake the world." Is not the Church
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His Soliloquy
The Lost Soul’s First Day in Eternity - J. M. Humphrey
At Last I am in hell. In spite of all my resolutions not to come, I am here to suffer the
just demands of a broken law. O God, can it be that I, who has taught the way of truth, virtue,
and heaven, should choose sin, hell, and eternal damnation??
Death and judgment are passed. The time of repentance has slipped away.
Mercy’s door is forever shut. I would not heed the warning voice of God, though it thun-
dered in my ear night and day from my cradle to my grave. I hardened my heart and said,
“I will not yield.” At last death came; I tried to repent, but my heart refused to shed a
tear. I passed into eternity a damned soul.
The worm that never dies has coiled its slimy folds around my naked heart and in it
fastened its venomous fangs. Merciful God, pity me. But the white winged angel of mercy has flown
forever. The fiends with their bony hands are grasping for my defenseless soul. Away, ye devils, ye shall
not touch me, ye shall not have my soul. Ah, they have me at last; it is useless for me to resist. Is there none
to deliver - none, Great God, none! I turned my back on Thee, now Thou dost refuse to hear my cry of an-
guish.
The flames of damnation are wrapping my soul in shrouds of eternal misery. O that I had a drop of
water to quench this raging thirst that consumes me, but there is no water here. Devils laugh at my agony
and exultant shout: “Enjoy the wages of sin!” FOREVER! O God, I have been here but one short hour and
have suffered more than a thousand tongues can tell; and must I forever suffer thus? Through the ceaseless
ages yet to come must I still suffer on? None to heed my bitter prayer; none to say it will soon be over? It is
forever! FOREVER!
The darkness is intense, broken only by the lurid flashes of divine wrath that are thrown like thun-
derbolts from the hand of a just God! I grope in the darkness to find Him, but plunge over the precipice of
despair onto the rocks below. Bruised and mangled I rise and stagger on in search of friends, but none are
found. All are my enemies. I scream for help and the only answer is the echo of my own sad cry and the yells
of delight from the throats of demons. Alone! Yet multitudes are here; they gnash on me with their teeth;
they trample me under their feet. I struggle to rise, and they dash me into the lake of everlasting fire. Alone!
Yes, alone! Without God, without hope, without heaven.
O that I had a moment in which to repent, but it will never be given. I have sealed my own doom.
God’s mercy was extended; I refused till too late. Now Eternal Justice is being satisfied. ‘Tis just. God is love;
is just and holy. He is clear, but I am guilty - damned, and that righteously.
The habit of breaking off our prayers before we have truly prayed is as common as it is unfortunate. Of-
ten the last ten minutes may mean more to us than the first half hour, because we must spend a long time get-
ting into the proper mood to pray effectively. We may need to struggle with our thoughts to draw them in from
where they have been scattered through the multitude of distractions that result from the task of living in a
disordered world.
Here, as elsewhere in spiritual matters, we must be sure to distinguish the ideal from the real. Ideally
we should be living moment-by-moment in a state of such perfect union with God that no special preparation
is necessary. But actually there are few who can honestly say that this is their experience. Candor will compel
most of us to admit that we often experience a struggle before we can escape from the emotional alienation
and sense of unreality that sometimes settle over us as a sort of prevailing mood.
Whatever a dreamy idealism may say, we are forced to deal with things down on the level of practi-
cal reality. If when we come to prayer our hearts feel dull and unspiritual, we should not try to argue our-
selves out of it. Rather, we should admit it frankly and pray our way through. Some Christians smile at the
thought of "praying through," but something of the same idea is found in the writings of practically every
great praying saint from Daniel to the present day. We cannot afford to stop praying till we have actually
prayed.
A Holiness Revival! - Andrew Murray
A holiness revival! What was the great evangelistic revival in England through White-
field and Wesley but this? They had together at Oxford been members of the "Holy Club".
With their whole heart they had sought deliverance from the guilt of sin, but also from the
power of sin. When their eyes were opened to see how faith can claim the whole Christ in all
fullness, they found the key to the preaching which was so mightily effectual for the salvation of
men. What John Wesley did for the Methodism, General Booth, and his disciples, did for the
Salvation Army. Looking at the material on which he had to work, it was amazing how, with his
teaching of the clean heart and full salvation, he was able to inspire tens of thousands with a
true devotion to Christ and the lost. There may be great differences of doctrine, but no one can
be blind to the seal God has set upon the intense desire to preach a full salvation and an entire
consecration.
Vignettes of the Great Revival of the Eighteenth Century - Edwin Paxton Hood
When the Great Revival arose, the Church of England set herself, everywhere, in full array against it; she
possessed but few great minds. The massive intellects of Butler and Berkeley belonged to the immediately preced-
ing age. The most active intellect on the bench of bishops was, no doubt, that of Warburton; and it is sad to think
that he descended to a tone of scurrility and injustice in his attack on Wesley, which, if worthy of his really quarrel-
some temper, was altogether unworthy of, his position and his powers.
Thus, whether we derive our impressions from the so-called Church of that time, or from society at large
we obtain the evidences of a deplorable recklessness of all ordinary principles of religion, honour, or decorum.
Bishop Butler had written, in the "Advertisement" to his Analogy, and he appears to have been referring to the
clerical and educated opinion of his time: "It is come, I know not how, to be taken for granted by many persons
that Christianity is not so much as a subject of inquiry, but that it is now at length discovered to be fictitious;" and
he wrote his great work for the purpose of arguing the reasonableness of the Christian religion, even on the princi-
ples of the Deism prevalent everywhere around him in the Church and society. Addison had declared that there
was "less appearance of religion in England than in any neighbouring state or kingdom, whether Protestant or
Catholic;" and Montesquieu came to our country, and having made his notes here, published, probably with some
French exaggeration, that there was, "no religion in England, and that the subject, if mentioned in society, excited
nothing but laughter."
Such was the state of our land, when, as we must think, by the special providence of God, the voices were
heard crying in the wilderness. From the earlier years of the last century they continued sounding with such clear-
ness and strength, from the centre to the remotest corners of the kingdom; from the coasts, where the Cornish
wrecker pursued his strange craft of crime, along all the highways and hedges, where rudeness and violence of
every description made their occasions for theft, outrage, and cruelty, until, as we shall see, the whole nation be-
came, as if instinctively, alive with a new-born soul, and not in vision but in reality something was beheld like seen
by the prophet in the valley of vision - dry bones clothed with flesh, and "standing up an exceeding great army," no
longer on the side of corruption and death, but ready with song and speech, and consistent living, to take their
place on the side of the Lord.
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