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AUTHOR'S
PREFACE
Born Crucified.
It
was the French preacher, Lacordaire, who said that the Church was "born
crucified." By this he meant that all the members of the divine Head died
in and with the last Adam, when He laid down His life on
Calvary. These pages are an at-tempt in a small way to set forth,
not as an exposition or theological statement, but in simple sermon and
exhortation, "The Cross in the Life of the Believer."
Those who read these pages
may conclude, before they have gone far, that the writer "seems spoiled
for everything but to see people die." We are guilty, verily guilty.
Dare we misapply Scripture to say, "Blessed are the dead which die in the
Lord?" Resurrections follow such blessed deaths to self, even as day follows
night.
A missionary from Africa
recently said to us: "If only all of our missionaries had this teaching,
it would be the solution of many of our difficulties on the field." Even
so. The Cross is the key to all situations as well as to all Scripture.
If I lose that key, I miss the road not only in the Bible, but also in
the whole of my life. If, through the years, the Cross in the life
of the believer had been adhered to as strenuously as the Cross for salvation,
the Church would not today be so plagued with modernistic infidelity.
We little dream how we are suffering from what has been termed "a decapitated
gospel". This book is written to show the believer that, from the moment
be is saved, he is so related to the Cross, that, if he henceforth fails
to live by the Cross, he is an utter ethical contradiction to himself and
to his position in Christ.
Many of these chapters
have been prepared too hurriedly and under tremendous pressure. Our
prayer, therefore, is continually going up to the throne that in spite
of our frailties and weaknesses in presentation, God may be glorified in
all things through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory forever and ever.
Take this book in Thy wounded
Hand,
Jesus, Lord of Calvary,
Let it go forth at Thy command,
Use it as it pleaseth Thee.
Dust of earth, but Thy dust,
Lord,
Blade of grass in Thy Hand
a sword,
Nothing, nothing unless
it be
Purged and quickened, 0
Lord, by Thee
--Amy Carmichael.
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