The real problem of the Christian life comes where people do not usually look for it. It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. And so on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings; coming in out of the wind.
We can only do it for moments at first. But from those moments the new sort of life will be spreading through our system: because now we are letting Him work at the right part of us. It is the difference between paint, which is merely laid on the surface, and a dye or stain which soaks right through.
He never talked vague, idealistic gas. When He said, ‘Be perfect,’ He meant it. He meant that we must go in for the full treatment. It is hard; but the sort of compromise we are all hankering after is harder—in fact, it is impossible.
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.
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And while it is an “all in” deal with our faith, all along the way we are provided with what we need to stay “all in” at that time.
We may not get the big picture all at once, but we will see enough to keep going and find our way. We may get knocked down and knocked out, but we will be revived and be helped up to a better place each time we fall.
And while our lives may rush at us like a storm the moment we open our eyes, peace and quiet will be ours when we come in out of that wind, listen to that other quiet voice and rest in the peace and quiet of God’s sure love and protection.
Coming in,
Z gardener
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