The Heart-Cry of JesusRees, Byron J. (Byron Johnson)
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The Heart-Cry of Jesus
Rees, Byron J. (Byron Johnson)
Pilgrim Holiness Church -- Controversial literature; Sanctification
St. Telemachus heard the voice of God, and straightway "followed the
sphere of westward wheeling stars," and journeyed on to Rome muttering,
"The call of God! The call of God!" Not on a foolish errand did he go,
for, after his visit to the Eternal City, gladiatorial combats ceased.
"HE THAT WARRETH"
Brethren, be true to Christ. Let not even those who love you best draw
you from a steadfast purpose to spend your life and all for the
Galilean. Flee ease and luxury and comfort, and impose hard tasks upon
yourselves. Your friends may seek to hinder you with cries of, "Rest!
Tarry!" but like Christian in Bunyan's dream stop your ears and go
quickly on your journey.
THE HOME COMING.
Some day your little service will be complete. Your sun will set. The
west will be filled with beauty, and the birds will twitter softly in
the trees as you trudge the last mile into the City; and as the shades
deepen, and the air grows chill, the Master Himself will meet you, take
you to His heart, wipe the tear from your cheek, the dust of the road
from your brow, and the sorrow from your heart, and lead you to the
court, where with those whom you love, and those who love you, Eternity
will be spent in the light of His pure and shining face.
EXPERIENCE
THE VALUE OF TESTIMONY.
It has pleased God to place in our hands two weapons by which we are to
overcome Satan--"the blood of the Lamb, and the word of our testimony."
It was the narrated experiences of the people of God, and the modest
declarations of the saving power of Christ, which convicted me of my
need and led me to seek the grace of God. Very briefly, therefore, I
will sketch God's dealings with my own soul.
EARLY PRAYER.
I was born September 30th, 1877, at Westfield, Indiana. My parents were
both ministers in the Society of Friends, and I can not remember When I
first began to pray, for my mother taught me to go to God with
everything, even when a very small child. When I was five and a half
years of age we moved to Walnut Ridge, Indiana, where there was a
Friends' meeting of more than ordinary size and activity. It was here
that my conversion took place. I remember the event as distinctly as if
it were yesterday.
CONVICTION.
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