It seems from every direction I’m called and wooed toward something less than missions-mindedness, and undoubtedly away from my Savior.
The irrational desire for that which is all in all vanity and worldliness rises in potency and seeks to reign. Its fate is eagerly awaited. It is to be crushed by the supremacy of Christ.
But the experience is painful and humbling. That may be my understatement of the year.
Give me grace, Lord, and with joy and pleasure, I will fight this.
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
O while Thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me,
Show Thy face and all is bright.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come disaster, scorn and pain
In Thy service, pain is pleasure,
With Thy favor, loss is gain
I have called Thee Abba Father,
I have stayed my heart on Thee
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather;
All must work for good to me.