Christian Life

The Test Is a Blazingly Holy Life – Oswald Chambers

We are saved and sanctified for God, not to be specimens in His showrooms, but for God to do with us even as he did with Jesus—make us broken bread and poured-out wine as he chooses. That is the test—not spiritual fireworks or hysterics, not fanaticism, but a blazingly holy life that confronts the horror of the world with a fierce purity—chaste physically, morally and spiritually—and this can only come about in the way it came about in the life of Our Lord.

– Oswald Chambers –

Commit Everything Unto the Lord – John Flavel

“Commit thy works unto the LORD, and thy thoughts shall be established” (Proverbs 16:3). By works he means not only every enterprise and business we undertake, but every puzzling, intricate and doubtful event we fear. These being once committed by an act of faith, and our wills resigned to His, besides the comfort we shall have in the issue, we shall have the present advantage of a well-composed and peaceful spirit.

– John Flavel –
from The Mystery of Providence, 1678

I Am Lost Without Jesus – Oswald Chambers

O Lord, breathe on me till I am one with Thee in the temper of my mind and heart and disposition, unto Thee do I turn. How completely again I realize my lost-ness without Thee.

– Oswald Chambers –
from If You Will Ask

Christ’s Example of Love – Martin Bucer

Christ is put forward as the example of how we should love, and that is the most effective argument. How great was Christ’s love? What kind of love was his? Christ voluntarily gave himself up to death because of his great love for us—the greatest love anyone could have, in fact. The apostle asks us to imitate him.

– Martin Bucer –
1491-1551

Perfect Love – Henry Scougal

Perfect love is a kind of self-dereliction, a wandering out of ourselves; it is a kind of voluntary death, wherein the lover dies to himself, and all his own interests, nor thinking of them, nor caring for them any more, and minding nothing but how he may please and gratify the party whom he loves.

– Henry Scougal –