Fellow-Christians, do let us study the Bible portrait of the humble
man. And let us ask our brethren, and ask the world, whether they
recognise in us the likeness to the original. Let us be content with
nothing less than taking each of these texts as the promise of what
God will work in us, as the revelation in words of what the Spirit of
Jesus will give as a birth within us. And let each failure and
shortcoming simply urge us to turn humbly and meekly to the meek and
lowly Lamb of God, in the assurance that where He is enthroned in the
heart, His humility and gentleness will be one of the streams of
living water that flow from within us. [Footnote: I knew Jesus, and He
was very precious to my soul: but I found something in me that would
not keep sweet and patient and kind. I did what I could to keep it
down, but it was there. I besought Jesus to do something for me, and
when I gave Him my will, He came to my heart, and took out all that
would not be sweet, all that would not be kind, all that would not be
patient, and then He shut the door.'--GEORGE FOXE.]
Once again I repeat what I have said before. I feel deeply that we
have very little conception of what the Church suffers from the lack
of this divine humility,--the nothingness that makes room for God to
prove His power. It is not long since a Christian, of an humble,
loving spirit, acquainted with not a few mission stations of various
societies, expressed his deep sorrow that in some cases the spirit of
love and forbearance was sadly lacking. Men and women, who in Europe
could each choose their own circle of friends, brought close together
with others of uncongenial minds, find it hard to bear, and to love,
and to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. And those
who should have been fellow-helpers of each other's joy, became a
hindrance and a weariness. And all for the one reason, the lack of the
humility which counts itself nothing, which rejoices in becoming and
being counted the least, and only seeks, like Jesus, to be the
servant, the helper and comforter of others, even the lowest and
unworthiest.
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