Posted by: Sherry Goodwin | July 8, 2011


A LITTLE group of boys and girls were gathered around me on a pleasant evening. . .We were talking about the Lord Jesus, and all the wonderful and solemn things which our Church services had so lately brought before us;  His agony and bloody sweat, His cross and passion, His precious death and burial, and His glorious resurrection.  There was such a quieted and tender tone among them, such wistful looks and gentle voices; and the hearts of more than one were so evidently burning within them, that one could not doubt that “Jesus Himself drew near,” and that while we spoke one to another He not only hearkened and heard, but was really present in our midst. 
   Then we spoke of what we owed to Him who had done so much for us.
   How much do we owe Him?  and how much shall we give Him?
   Can there be any hesitation as to the answer?  Shall it not be, joyfully and gratefully, “All!  yes, all for Jesus!”
   But “all” means a great deal; it really does mean all; all our hearts, all our lives, all that we have, all that we are.  And if truly “all,” it must be for always too; no reserve, and no taking back.
   I heard a little sigh by my side as we spoke of this.  Did it seem too hard?  Could we ever hope to keep to it?  Was it more than we dared say?  Then we looked at the bright side of it, the grand shining of gladness which Satan tries to hinder  us from seeing.  If we are “all for Jesus,” He will be all for us, and always all for us, too.  When we give Him all, He gives us all; all His tender love, all His wonderful peace and joy, all His grace and strength.  On His side there will be no reserve and no taking back.  And with “all” this we shall find, nay we do find, that life is quite a different thing; ever so much happier than we imagined it could be, and that He does for us exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think.
   . . .Let me put the question to you–“How much for Jesus?”  Is your answer a sigh or a smile?

                    ONLY one heart to give,
                       Only one voice to use;
                    Only one little life to live,
                        And only one to lose.

                    Poor is my best, and small:
                        How could I dare divide?
                    Surely my Lord shall have it all,
                        He shall not be denied.

                     All!  for far more I owe
                         Than all I have to bring;
                     All!  for my Saviour loves me so;
                        All!  for I love my King.

                     All!  for it is His own,
                         He gave the tiny store;
                     All!  for it must be His alone;
                         All!  for I have no more.

                      All!  for the last and least
                          He stoopeth to uplift:
                      The altar of my great High Priest
                          Shall sanctify my gift.

Frances Ridley Havergal from BEN BRIGHTBOOTS


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