When you are forgotten or neglected, or purposely set at naught and you don't sting and hurt with the insult but your heart is happy being counted worthy to suffer for Christ....
That is dying to self.
When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your advice disregarded, your opinion ridiculed and you refuse to let anger rise in your heart, or even defend yourself, but take it all in patient, loving silence....
That is dying to self.
When you lovingly and patiently bear any disorder, any irregularity, or annoyance, when you stand face-to-face with waste, folly, extravagance, spiritual insensibility and endure it as Jesus endured....
That is dying to self.
When you are content with any food, any offering, any climate, any society, any raiment, any interruption by the will of God....
That is dying to self.
When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation or to record your own good words or itch after commendations, when you can truly love to be unknown....
That is dying to self.
When you can see your brother prosper and have his needs met and can honestly rejoice with him in spirit and feel no envy or question God while your own needs are far greater and in desperate circumstances....
That is dying to self.
When you can receive correction and reproof from one of less stature than yourself and can humbly submit inwardly as well as outwardly, finding no rebellion or resentment rising up within your heart....
That is dying to self.
Are you dead yet? In these last days, the Spirit would bring us to the cross. (Philippians 3:10)
9:15 AM
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Before the Throne of God above I have a strong and perfect plea A great High Priest whose Name is Love Who ever lives and pleads for me My name is graven on His hands My name is written on His heart I know that while in Heav'n He stands No tongue can bid me thence depart No tongue can bid me thence depart
When Satan tempts me to despair And tells me of the guilt within Upward I look and see Him there Who made an end to all my sin Because the sinless Saviour died My sinful soul is counted free For God the just is satisfied To look on Him and pardon me To look on Him and pardon me
Behold Him there the risen Lamb My perfect spotless righteousness The great unchangeable I AM The King of glory and of grace One with Himself I cannot die My soul is purchased by His blood My life is hid with Christ on high With Christ my Saviour and my God With Christ my Saviour and my God
11:30 PM
Descant
Will your anchor hold
In the storms of life?
When the clouds unfold
Their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift
And the cables strain
Will your anchor drift,
Or firm remain?
We have an anchor
That keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure
While the billows roll
Fastened to the Rock
Which cannot move
Grounded firm and deep
In the Saviour's love
11:44 AM
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