Words About Consecration

“Oh, let me give
Out of the gifts thou freely givest;

Oh, let me live With life abundant because thou livest;

Oh, make me shine In darkest places, for thy light is mine;

Oh, let me be A faithful witness for thy truth and thee.”

Frances Ridley Haver gal.

“1 do sincerely and earnestly want to give everything to the Lord, my whole self and all that he has given me in trust. But I do wish he would show me more definitely what he wants me to do. I do not feel at all certain that my life up to the present time has been what he would have it to be. How much easier it would be if he would only say to me each day, ‘Elise, do this.’”

Thus writes one who eagerly desires to be altogether Christ’s. Yet the desire seems to outrun the attainment. The difficulty is in knowing what the Master would have his disciple to do. She is ready, she believes, to do anything, to go anywhere, to take up any duty, to render any service, to make any sacrifice; but she cannot hear her Lord’s voice telling her his will. She longs for direct, definite, personal guidance.

But it is not thus that Christ guides us in duty. No pillar of cloud moves in the air above our head. No bright angel goes before us to show us the way. No divine voice is heard giving instructions as to the details of our work or service. Yet doubtless there is a way in which we may learn at each step what Christ would have us do. He would not require service of us and yet hide from us what that service is. If every one’s life is a plan of God, it must be possible for us to learn the divine plan for our own life. God would not expect and require us to fill a certain place and do a certain work, and yet not be ready to give us clear and sure guidance. There is nothing unreasonable or unjust in our Father’s requirements. He would never demand any duty of us and not be willing to tell us what the duty is. We may therefore be sure that he will in some way direct us as to what he would have us to do.

How, then, may we learn God’s will for us, his plan for our life, what he wants us to do? The first condition must always be entire readiness to accept his will for our life when it is made known. It is not enough to be willing to do Christian work. There are many people who are quite ready to do certain things in the service of Christ, who are not ready to do anything he might want them to do. Many of us have our little pet projects in Christian work, our pleasant pastimes of service for our Master, things we like to do. Into these we enter with enthusiasm. They are to our mind. We give ourselves to them eagerly and with ardor. We suppose that we are thoroughly consecrated to Christ’s work because we are so willing to do these things. Possibly we are, but there is a severer test. It is not whether we are ready to do things for Christ which we like to do, but whether we are ready to do just as heartily anything he may give us to do.

The heart of consecration is not devotion to this or that kind of service for Christ, but devotion to the divine will. It may not be any form of activity; sometimes it is quiet waiting. It is not bringing a great many souls to Christ, visiting a great many sick or suffering ones, attending a great many meetings, talking a great deal. Some weary one, shut away in the darkness, in the chamber of pain, may be illustrating true consecration far more beautifully than those whose hands are fullest of Christian activities in the bustling world. Consecration is devotion to the will of Christ. It is readiness to do, not what we want to do in his service, but what he gives us to do. When we reach this state, we shall not need to wait long to find our work. When the continual prayer is, “Lord, what wilt thou have me to do?” the answer will soon be given in each case.

The next condition of consecration, resulting from this, is the holding of our life directly and always at the disposal of Christ. Not only must we be willing to do his will, whatever it is, but we must do it. This is the practical part. The moment Christ wants us for any service we must drop everything and respond to his call. Our little plans must be made always under his eye, as fitting into, and as parts of, his perfect plan for our life. This is the meaning of the prayer we are taught to make continually, “Thy will, not mine, be done.” We hold everything of our own most loosely, knowing that it is not our own, and that it may be asked for any moment. We make our arrangements and engagements, with the consciousness that the Master may have other use or other work for us, and that at his bidding we must give up our own plan for his.

We are apt to chafe at interruptions which break in upon our own favorite work. We anticipate a quiet, unbroken day in some occupation which we have very much at heart, or perhaps in some retirement which we have sought in order to obtain needed rest. We hope that nothing will spoil our dream for the day. But the first hour is scarcely gone before the quiet is broken. Some one calls. The call is not one that gives personal pleasure. There seems no real necessity for it. Perhaps it is to ask a favor or some service which we do not see how we can render. Or it may seem even more needless and purposeless — a neighbor just dropped in to sit awhile, some one without occupation come to pass away an hour of time that hangs heavily. Or you are seeking rest and there breaks in upon your quiet a call for thought, sympathy, and help which can be given only at much cost to yourself.

In all such cases the old nature in us rises up in protest. We do not want to be interrupted. We want to have this whole day for the’ piece of work we are doing, or for the delightful book we are reading, or for the little pet plans we had made for it. Or we are really very tired and need the rest for which we have planned, and it does not seem to be our duty to let anything interrupt our quiet.

This is the way one voice within us meets these demands for time or service. But there is another voice which says: “You are not your own. You belong to Christ. You have recognized and also voluntarily accepted his ownership in you and his absolute right to command you and all you have. You gave yourself to him this morning and gave him your day. You asked him to prosper your plans if they were his plans; if not, to let you know what he had for you to do.”

It soon becomes very clear to you that the calls which have so disturbed you have some connection with your consecration and with your morning prayer. The people who called, Christ sent to you. Perhaps they need you. There may be in one a discouragement which you should change to cheer, possibly a despair which you should change to hope. With another it may be an hour of sore temptation, a crisis-hour, and the destiny of an immortal soul may be decided in a little talk with you.

Or if there is no such need in any of those who come in and spoil your dream of quiet, perhaps the person may bring a blessing to you in the very discipline which comes in the interruption. God wants to train us to such condition of readiness for his will that nothing he sends, no call that he makes, shall ever disturb us or cause one moment’s chafing or murmuring. Ofttimes it takes a long while, with many lessons, to bring us to this state of preparedness for his will. The more of resistance and chafing there is when any bit of God’s will breaks into our plans, the more need there is for such interruptions, until the lesson is well learned.

Once our Lord himself took his disciples apart to rest awhile, since there were so many coming and going that they had scarcely time to eat. But no sooner had they reached their place of resting than the eager people, flocking around the shore of the lake, began to gather about them with their needs, their sorrows, and their sicknesses. But Christ did not murmur when his little plan for rest was thus broken in upon. He did not resent the coming of the throngs nor refuse to receive them. He did not say to them that he had come to this quiet place for needed rest and they must excuse him. He forgot his weariness and gave himself at once, without reluctance or the slightest withholding, with all of his heart’s loving warmth and earnestness, to the serving and helping of the people who had so thoughtlessly followed him to his retirement.

At the well of Jacob, too, though so weary that he sank down exhausted to wait alone till his disciples came with food for his hunger, he yet turned instantly to the serving of the poor, sinful woman who came to draw water. He might have pleaded that he was too tired, but he did not. He even spoke of what he had done for the woman as the will of his Father.

From the example of our Master we get our lesson. He may follow us into our vacations and to our vacation -resorts with fragments of his will. He may call us out into the darkness and the storm on errands of mercy after we have wrought all day and have put on our slippers and prepared ourselves for a cosey rest with our loved ones around the home lamp. He may wake us up out of our sleep by the loud ringing of the bell, and send us out at midnight on some ministry of kindness.

We would seem to have excuse for not listening to these calls. It would not appear greatly unreasonable if we should say that we are exhausted and cannot go on these errands. There are limits to human strength and endurance. Perhaps, too, these people who want us have no just claims on us. Besides, why did they not send for us at an earlier hour instead of waiting till this most unreasonable time? Or why will not to-morrow do? Then we will be fresh and strong and the storm will be over.

But ordinarily none of these answers will quite satisfy the spirit of our consecration. It is the will of God that rings our bell and calls us out. Somewhere there is a soul that needs us, and we dare not shut our ears. A beautiful story is told of Francis Xavier. He was engaged in his missionary work, and hundreds kept coming until he was literally worn out. “I must have sleep,” he said to his servant, “or I shall die. No matter who comes, do not disturb me. I must sleep.” Hastening to his tent, he left his faithful attendant to watch. In a little while, however, the servant saw Xavier’s white face at the tent-door. Answering his call, he saw on his countenance a look of awe, as if he had seen a vision. “I made a mistake,” said the missionary. “I made a mistake. If a little child comes, waken me.” There are needs to which we dare not deny ourselves. When Christ sends the least of his little ones to us for any ministry — hungry to be fed, thirsty to receive a cup of cold water, in trouble to be helped, to refuse to answer the call is to neglect Christ himself.

This true consecration becomes very practical. There is no place in it for beautiful theories which will not work, for splendid visions which will not become hands and feet in service. “Consecration meetings,” with their roll-call and their Scripture verses and their pledges and their hymns, are very pleasing to God, if — if we go out to prove our sincerity in the doing of his will.

Another condition of consecration is humility. It does not usually mean great things, conspicuous services, but little lowly things, for which we shall probably get neither praise nor thanks. Most of us must be content to live commonplace lives. Ninety-nine hundredths of the work which chiefly blesses the world, which makes the bulk of human happiness, and which most sets forward the kingdom of Christ, must always be inconspicuous, along the lines of common duties, in home relationships, in personal association, in neighborhood helpfulness. It is in these lowly spheres that consecration must prove itself. It is here too that the noblest lives of the world have been lived. Sir Edwin Arnold has written beautifully of these obscure heroes: —

“They have no place in storied page,

No rest in marble shrine; They have passed and gone with a perished age j

They died and made no sign. But work that will find its wages yet, And deeds that their God did not forget,

Done for their love divine — These were the mourners, and these shall be The crown of their immortality.

Oh! seek them not where sleep the dead —

Ye shall not find their trace;
No graven stone is at their head,

No green grass hides their face;

But sad and unseen is their silent grave — It may be the sand or deep sea wave,

Or a lonely desert place; For they need no prayers and no mourning bell — They were tombed in true hearts that knew them well.

They healed sick hearts till theirs were broken, And dried sad eyes till theirs lost light;

We shall know at last by a certain token How they fought and fell in the fight.

Salt tears of sorrow unbeheld,

Passionate cries unchronicled,
And silent strifes for the right, —

Angels shall court them, and earth shall sigh

That she left her best children to battle and die.”

When we speak of consecrating our lives to Christ it is to the common deeds of the common days that we must think of turning. Consecration must first be a spirit in us, a spirit of love, a life in our hearts which shall flow out to every one we desire to bless and help and make better. Thackeray tells of one who kept his pockets full of acorns, and whenever he saw a vacant place in his estate he took out one and planted it. In like manner he exhorts his readers to do with kind words as they go through life, never losing a chance of saying one.” An acorn costs nothing, but it may sprout into a prodigious bit of timber.,, To such a life true consecration prompts and inspires. It takes lowliness of mind in many of us to accept such obscure services. We think too often of some great things to be given to us to do when we devote ourselves to Christ.

“My soul was stirred; I prayed: ‘Let me

Do some great work so purely To right life’s wrongs, that I shall know

That I have loved thee surely.’
My lips sent forth their eager cry,

The while my heart beat faster.

* For some great deed to prove my love,

Send me, send me, my Master.’

From out the silence came a voice

Saying, * If God thou fearest, Rise up and do, thy whole life through,

The duty that lies nearest.
The friendly word, the kindly deed,

Though small the act in seeming,
Shall in the end unto thy soul

Prove mightier than thy dreaming.

* The cup of water to the faint,

Or rest unto the weary,

The light thou givest another life

Shall make thine own less dreary, And boundless realms of faith and love

Will wait for thy possessing; Not creeds, but deeds, if thou wouldst win

Unto thy soul a blessing.’”

These reflections may help us to answer the question of the letter at the beginning of this chapter. Christ tells us through our various relationships what he wants us to do each day, each hour. To the little child he gives duty through the parents’ guidance, command, example, and teaching. In home life all relative duties become plain and clear. In our contact with friends and neighbors the voice of Christ speaks to us continually in the human needs that appeal to us, and in the opportunities of usefulness that come to us. In our church life, also, work is brought to our hand in the calls for service.

True, we cannot do everything that offers. There are many things, too, which we could not do if we were to try. “To every one his work,” according to his gifts. There is wide room for good judgment in choosing the things we can do and ought to do. God has given us brains to be used. We are to think for ourselves. It is very foolish for any one to try to have a hand in all manner of good work. “This one thing I do,” is a motto which it is wise to follow in all lines of life. It is usually better that we do one thing well than give ten things a touch and then leave them.

The most useful people in any community are the plodders who make choice of one class of work and devote themselves to it year after year. It is better for most of us that we devote ourselves to the helping and uplifting of a few people than that we scatter our influence over hundreds. Then we can make impressions on their lives that will last forever. Jesus gave his whole public life to twelve men, but he so stamped his impress on their lives that they went out and moved the world.

We cannot expect the guidance that little children get in finding the duties of our consecration; but we shall never lack true guidance if only we will follow. One day’s work leads to another. One duty opens the way to another. We are never shown maps of continents with all the course of our life projected on them; but we shall be shown always the next duty, and then the next. If only we are obedient, there shall never come a time when we cannot know what our next duty is. One disobedience, however, breaks the continuity of the guidance, and the thread may be hard to find again. Those who follow Christ never walk in darkness.

There is need of preparation. The life must be holy that Christ will employ. The vessel must be clean that the King will use. The heart must be broken through which God’s love may flow. Some one gives a consecration prayer: “Lord, take me, break me, make me,” and tells the story of a golden cup which had been made out of old gold coins. These had lost the image and superscription originally upon them, and were then thrown into a melting-pot and wrought into a beautiful cup. So ofttimes a human life has lost its beauty; and then the Master takes it, breaks it, and makes it over again in form of beauty. Then the King will use it.