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The
corn of wheat, to multiply,
Must
fall into the ground and die.
Wherever
you ripe fields behold,
Waving
to God their sheaves of gold,
Be
sure some corn of wheat has died,
Some
soul has there been crucified;
Someone
has wrestled, wept and prayed,
And
fought hell's legions undismayed.
We
appeal to those who are sick of the shallows and the shams, sick of doing
dead things, "sick unto death" of a fruitless, barren existence.
Oh barren soul, hear the word of the Lord: "That which thou sowest is not
quickened, except it die Is the reader trying to five the
Christian life?--work for Christ?--bear fruit, etc.? You cannot live until
you have died. Death precedes life. "Except a corn of wheat
fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone." J. Hudson Taylor, founder
of the China Inland Mission, once said: "We know how the Lord Jesus became
fruitful-not by bearing His cross merely, but by dying on it. Do
we know much fellowship with Him in this? There are not two Christs--an
easy-going one for easy-going Christians, and a suffering, toiling one
for exceptional believers. There is only one Christ. Are you
willing to abide in Him, and thus to bear much fruit?" Death is still the
gateway to life, life from the dead, life multiplied, life manifold.
Self-oblation is still the law of self-preservation, and "self-preservation
is the law of self-destruction." We can never escape the law, inexorable
and eternal, that self-sacrifice is the condition of all multiplication
of life.
Life everywhere replaces
death,
In earth, and sea, and sky;
And that the rose may breathe
its breath,
Some living thing must die.
Mrs. Penn-Lewis, whose writings
have brought blessing to many, tells of a crisis in her life which came
after her deliverance from the dominion of sin. While enjoying her happy,
joyous experience, she began to read a volume on the Cross. She says,
As I read the book, I
clearly saw the way of the Cross, and all that it would mean. At
first I flung the book away, and said, "No, I will not go that path.
I shall lose all my GLORY experience." But the next day I picked it up
again, and the Lord whispered so gently. "If you want deep life,
and unbroken communion, with God, this is the way." I thought, "Shall I?
No!" And again I put the book away. The third day I again picked
it up. Once more the Lord spoke, "If you want fruit, this is the
path. I will not take the conscious joy from you; you may keep it
if you like; but it is either that for yourself, or this and fruit.--Which
will you have?" And then, by His grace, I said, "I choose the path for
fruitfulness," and every bit of conscious experience closed. I walked
for a time in such complete darkness--the darkness of faith--that it seemed
almost as if God did not exist. And again, by His grace, I said,
"Yes, I have only got what I agreed to," and on I went. I did not
know what the out-come of this would be, until I went to take some meetings,
and then I saw the fruit. . . . From that hour I understood, and knew,
intelligently, that it was dying, not doing, that produced spiritual fruit.
. . . The secret of a fruitful life is--in brief--to pour out to others
and want nothing for yourself: to leave yourself utterly in the hands of
God and not care what happens to you.
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