Love-Slaves

The Message of this Book by Colonel Brengle has two elements of great value.

It is an encouraging message — calculated to incite us to seek after the highest things. Perhaps it suffers somewhat, as such writings often suffer, by being more or less disconnected, having been written at different times and to meet varying conditions of thought and feeling. Yet through it all there runs the spirit of Hope — unfailing, undaunted, imperishable — the promise of Light and Blessings and Victories to come. Christ in us the Hope of Glory.;

Side by side with this inspiring influence there goes the force and light of Love.

Colonel Brengle’s previously published works, which have had a wide circulation, always seem to me to mount up to the very sources of Divine Love. And now again in these pages, by whatever route he travels, or by whatever methods of thought he leads iv Foreword

us forward, we find — if only we be ready to go with him where love and truth may take us — that we have reached the same goal, and that we are helped to measure our experience by the same high and glorious standard. Love is the fulfilling of the law. Do not let any one suppose that these pages are addressed to Salvationists only. They have, I am persuaded, a wider message. They speak with that word of confidence and intimacy, and yet of power, which may be received by all who read them, for here are words to clear the thought as well as to strengthen the Will and guide the Heart.

BRAMWELL BOOTH.

LONDON,
July, 1923.

James, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus. ‘ Jude, the servant of Jesus Christ.’ Simon Peter, a servant and an apostle of Jesus Christ. Paul and Timotheus, the servants of Jesus Christ.’ ‘Paul, a servant of God.’

: HUS boldly and proudly wrote James and D and Peter and Paul in an age when labour and service were a badge of inferiority and shame. That age with its false standards and corrupt glories was doomed and dying, and these early followers of Christ stood on the threshold, and were ushering in a new era in which service was to become a badge of royalty and a distinguishing mark of the sons of God and the citizens of heaven upon earth. The word servant as used by them meant a slave. They counted themselves slaves of God and of Christ.

The word and the relationship seem harsh and forbidding, but not so when we realize its meaning to these Apostles. They were love-slaves. The bondage that enthralled them was the unbreakable bondage of love.

There was a law among the Hebrews that for sore poverty or debt or crime one man might

I B become the servant of another, but he could not be held in servitude beyond a certain period; at the end of six years he must be allowed to go free. (Exodus xxi. 1-6; Deuteronomy xv. 12-17.) But if he loved his master and preferred to remain with him as his slave, then the master in the presence of judges was to place the man against a door or door-post and bore a hole through his ear, and this was to be the mark that he was his master’s servant for ever.

It was not the slavery of compulsion and law, but the willing and glad slavery of love. And this was the voluntary attitude of Paul and of Jude, of Peter and James. Jesus had won them by love. They had sat at the feet of the Great Servant of Love, who came not to be served but to serve, to minister to others, to give His life a ransom for all. They had seen Him giving Himself to the poor, the weary, the heavy laden, the vile, the sinful, and the unthankful. They had seen His blessed life outpoured —

Like the rush of a river, Wasting its waters for ever and ever Amid burnt sands that reward not the giver.

They had seen Him ‘ wounded for our transgressions,... bruised for our iniquities,’ chastised for our peace, and stricken that we might be healed, and their hearts had been bowed and broken by His great love; henceforth they were His bondslaves, no longer free to come and go as they pleased, but only as He willed, for the adamantine chains of love held them, and the burning passion of love constrained them. Such bondage and service became to them the most perfect liberty. Their only joy was to do those things that were pleasing in His sight. Set at liberty to do this, their freedom was complete, for he only is free who is permitted to do always that which pleases him. The love slave has no pleasure like that of serving his master. This is his joy, and his very ‘ crown of rejoicing.’

The love-slave is altogether at his Master’s service. He is all eyes for his master. He watches. He is all ears for his master. He listens. His mind is willing. His hands are ready. His feet are swift. To sit at the master’s feet and look into his loved face; to listen to his voice and catch his words; to run on his errands; to do his bidding; to share his privations and sorrows; to watch at his door; to guard his honour; to praise his name; to defend his person; to seek and promote his interests, and, if needs be, to die for his dear sake, this is the joy of the slave of love, and this he counts his perfect freedom.

A fine black fellow was placed on a slave block in an Egyptian slave market. His master was selling Lim. Men were bidding for him. A passing Englishman stopped, looked, listened, and began to bid. The slave saw him and knew that the Englishman was a world-traveller. He thought that if the Englishman bought him, he would be taken from Egypt, from friends and loved ones, and that he would never see them any more.

So he cursed the Englishman, raving and swearing and tugging at his chain that he might reach and crush him. But the Englishman, unmoved, at last out-bid all others, and the slave was sold to him. He paid the price, received the papers that made the slave his property, and then handed them to the black man.

‘Take these papers; you are free,’ he said. ‘| bought you that I might give you your freedom.’

The slave looked at his deliverer and his ravings ceased. Tears flooded his eyes, as, falling at the Englishman’s feet and embracing his knees, he cried, ‘O sir, let me be your slave for ever. Take me to the ends of the earth. Let me serve you till diet

Love had won his heart, and now love constrained him, and he felt there could be no joy like serving such a master.

We see many illustrations of this bondage of love in our daily life. Surely it is the glory and joy of the true wife. She would rather suffer hardship and poverty in a Kansas dugout, with the husband she loves, than live in a palace surrounded by every luxury with any other.

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