Oh that in me the sacred fire Might now begin to glow, Burn up the dross of base desire. And make the mountains flow. Refining fire, go through my heart, Illuminate my soul; Scatter Thy life through every part, And sanctify the whole. - Author unknown The fire of Gods Spirit burning within us will move us out into Gods ripened harvest field, weeping and sowing precious seed. Pleading with the multitudes to come to Christ. There is a great need for brokeness today in our pulpits. We need again to know what it is to weep over the perishing. Bibles Schools and Seminaries do not teach tears, they come from a heart touched by God and set aflame by the Holy Ghost. Francis of Assisi, it is said, was applauded by his fellows at the conclusion of a sermon. He went home in tears to repent because men had applauded him rather than bowing in reverence at the feet of his Lord. Dr. Stephen Olford was once asked by college students; what the secret of Christian leadership was. His answer was, Bent knees, wet eyes, and a broken heart. D. L. Moody is a yet more modern example. We are told that Dr. R. W. Dale, who for thirty-six years was pastor of Carrs Lane Congregational Church in Birmingham, was inclined at first to look on Mr Moody with disfavor. But then he went to hear him, and his opinion was altered. He regarded him ever after with profound respect, and considered that he had a right to preach the Gospel, because he could never speak of a lost soul without tears in his eyes...I constantly find myself wishing that we twentieth century preachers could learn to weep again. But either our tear-springs have dried up, or our tear-ducts have become blocked. Everything seems to conspire together to make it impossible for us to cry over lost sinners who throng the broad road which leads to destruction. Some preachers are so preoccupied with the joyful celebration of salvation that they never think to weep over those who are rejecting it. Others have been deceived by the devils lie of universalism. Everybody will be saved in the end, they say, and nobody will be lost. Their eyes are dry because they have closed them to the reality of eternal death and outer darkness of which both Jesus and His Apostles spoke - John Stott The great Andrew Bonar, lay on his bed on a Saturday night in Scotland, and as the people below tramped the streets, from the taverns and the shows, he would call from his burning heart, Oh! They perish, they perish! It is said of Whitefield that he spent whole days and weeks prostrate on his face before God. Is it any wonder he moved like a flaming fire on the Scottish heather and turned multitudes to righteousness. Before the great revivals in Gallenkirk broke out, Martin Booth spent hours, days and nights in lonely agonies of intercession. Afterwards when he preached, his words were as a flame and the hearts of the people as grass. O cross that lifteth up my head, I dare not ask to fly from Thee ; I lay in dust lifes glory dead , And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 23:49:01 +0000
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