The Exchanged Life - Hudson Taylor

[Jim Watt]

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*Jim & Marie Watt*

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December 1, 2011


 “*THE EXCHANGED LIFE” - 2011-12-01*

*(“From Hudson Taylor's Spiritual Secret” - by Dr. & Mrs. Howard Taylor)*


 *Yes, in me, in me He dwells -*

*I in Him and He in me!*

*And my empty soul He fills*

*Now and through eternity. *

*H. Bonar.*


 Six months after the foregoing letter was written, a junk northward bound
on the Grand Canal was carrying a passenger whose heart overflowed with a
great, new-found joy. Mr. Judd in Yangchow was expecting the return of his
friend and leader, but was hardly prepared for the transformation which had
taken place in the one he knew so well. Scarcely waiting for greetings, Mr.
Taylor plunged into his story. In characteristic fashion - his hands behind
his back - he walked up and down the room exclaiming,


 “Oh, Mr. Judd, God has made me a new man! God has made me a new man!”


 Wonderful was the experience that had come in answer to prayer, yet so
simple as almost to baffle description. It was just as it was long ago,
“Whereas I was blind, now I see!”


 Amid a pile of letters awaiting Mr. Taylor in Chinkiang, had been one from
John McCarthy, written in the old home in Hangchow. The glory of a great
sunrise was upon him - the inward light whose dawning makes all things new.
To tell Mr. Taylor about it was his longing, for he knew something of the
exercise of soul through which his friend was passing. But where to begin,
how to put it into words he knew not.


 I do wish I could have a talk with you now [he wrote], about the way of
holiness. At the time you were speaking to me about it, it was the subject
of all others occupying my thoughts, not from anything I had read ... so
much as from a consciousness of failure - a constant falling short of that
which I felt should be aimed at; an unrest; a perpetual striving to find
some way by which one might continually enjoy that communion, that
fellowship, at times so real but more often so visionary, so far off! ...


 Do you know, I now think that this striving, longing, hoping for better
days to come is not the true way to holiness, happiness or usefulness. It
is better, no doubt, far better than being satisfied with poor attainments,
but not the best way after all. I have been struck with a passage from a
book ... entitled *Christ is All*. It says,


 “The Lord Jesus received is holiness begun; the Lord Jesus cherished is
holiness advancing; the Lord Jesus counted upon as never absent would be
holiness complete. ...


 “He is most holy who has most of Christ within, and joys most fully in the
finished work. It is defective faith which clogs the feet and causes many a
fall.”


 This last sentence, I think I now fully endorse. To let my loving Savior
work in me His will, my sanctification, is what I would live for by His
grace. Abiding, not striving nor struggling; looking off unto Him; trusting
Him for present power; ... resting in the love of an almighty Savior, in
the joy of a complete salvation, “from *all* sin” - this is not new, and
yet 'tis *new to me*. I feel as though the dawning of a glorious day had
risen upon me. I hail it with trembling, yet with trust. I seem to have got
to the edge only, but of a boundless sea; to have sipped only, but of that
which fully satisfies. Christ literally *all* seems to me, now, the power,
the only power for service, the only ground for unchanging joy. ...


 How then to have our faith increased? Only by thinking of all that Jesus
is and all He is for us: His life, His death, His work, He himself as
revealed to us in the Word, to be the subject of our constant thoughts. Not
a striving to have faith ... but a looking off to the Faithful One seems
all we need; a resting in the Loved One entirely, for time and for eternity.


 We do not know just how the miracle was wrought; but, “As I read, I saw it
all,” Mr. Taylor wrote. “I looked to Jesus, and when I saw - oh, how joy
flowed!”


 He was a joyous man now [Mr. Judd recorded], a bright happy Christian. He
had been a toiling, burdened one before, and latterly not much rest of
soul. It was resting in Jesus now, and letting Him do the work - which
makes all the difference. Whenever he spoke in meetings after that, a new
power seemed to flow from him, and in the practical things of life a new
peace possessed him. Troubles did not worry him as before. He cast
everything on God in a new way, and gave more time to prayer. Instead of
working late at night, he began to go to bed earlier, rising at 5 A.M. to
give time to Bible study and prayer (often two hours) before the work of
the day began.


 It was *the exchanged life* that had come to him - the life that is indeed
“No longer I.” Six months earlier he had written, “I have continually to
mourn that I follow at such a distance and learn so slowly to imitate my
precious Master.” There was no thought of imitation now! It was in blessed
reality “Christ lives in me.” And how great the difference! - instead of
bondage, liberty; instead of failure, quiet victories within; instead of
fear and weakness, a restful sense of sufficiency in Another. So great was
the deliverance, that from that time onward Mr. Taylor could never do
enough to help to make this precious secret plain to hungry hearts wherever
he might be. And there are so many hungry hearts that need such help today
that we venture to quote at length from one of his first letters on the
subject. It was to his sister, Mrs. Broomhall, whose burdens with a family
which grew to number ten children were very real and pressing.


 So many thanks for your dear, long letter ... I do not think you have
written me such a letter since our return to China I know it is with you as
with me - you cannot - not you will not. Mind and body will not bear more
than a certain amount of strain, or do more than a certain amount of work.


 As to work - mine was never so plentiful, so responsible or so difficult,
but the weight and strain are all *gone*. The last month or more has been,
perhaps, the happiest of my life, and I long to tell you a little what the
Lord has done for my soul. I do not know how far I may be able to make
myself intelligible about it, for there is nothing new or strange or
wonderful - and yet, all is new! ...


 Perhaps I may make myself more clear if I go back a little. Well, dearie,
my mind has been greatly exercised for six or eight months past, feeling
the need personally and for our Mission of more holiness, life, power in
our souls. But personal need stood first and was the greatest. I felt the
ingratitude, the danger, the sin of not living nearer to God. I prayed,
agonized, fasted, strove, made resolutions, read the Word more diligently,
sought more time for meditation - but all without avail. Every day, almost
every hour, the consciousness of sin oppressed me.


 I knew that if only I could abide in Christ all would be well, but I could
not. I would begin the day with prayer, determined not to take my eye off
Him for a moment, but pressure of duties, sometimes very trying, and
constant interruption apt to be so wearing, caused me to forget Him. Then
one's nerves get so fretted in this climate that temptations to
irritability, hard thoughts and sometimes unkind words are all the more
difficult to control. Each day brought its register of sin and failure, of
lack of power. To will was indeed “present with me,” but how to perform I
found not.


 Then came the question, is there no rescue? Must it be thus to the end -
constant conflict, and too often defeat? How could I preach with sincerity
that, to those who receive Jesus, “to them gave he power to become the sons
of God” (i.e., Godlike) when it was not so in my own experience? Instead of
growing stronger, I seemed to be getting weaker and to have less power
against sin; and no wonder, for faith and even hope were getting low. I
hated myself, I hated my sin, yet gained no strength against it. I felt I *
was* a child of God. His Spirit in my heart would cry, in spite of all,
“Abba, Father.” But to rise to my privileges as a child, I was utterly
powerless.


 I thought that holiness, practical holiness, was to be gradually attained
by a diligent use of the means of grace. There was nothing I so much
desired as holiness, nothing I so much needed; but far from in any measure
attaining it, the more I strove after it, the more it eluded my grasp,
until hope itself almost died out, and I began to think that - perhaps to
make heaven the sweeter - God would not give it down here. I do not think
that I was striving to obtain it in my own strength. I knew I was
powerless. I told the Lord so, and asked Him to give me help and strength.
Sometimes I almost believed that He would keep and uphold me; but on
looking back in the evening - alas! there was but sin and failure to
confess and mourn before God.


 I would not give you the impression that this was the only experience of
those long, weary months. It was a too frequent state of soul, and that
towards which I was tending, which almost ended in despair. And yet, never
did Christ seem more precious; a Savior who could and would save such a
sinner! ... And sometimes there were seasons not only of peace but of joy
in the Lord; but they were transitory, and at best there a sad lack of
power. Oh, how good the Lord has been in bringing this conflict to an end!


 All the time I felt assured that there was in Christ all I needed, but the
practical question was - how to get it *out*. He was rich truly, but I was
poor; He was strong, but I weak. I knew full well that there in the root,
the stem, abundant fatness, but how to get it into my puny little branch
was the question. As gradually light dawned, I saw that faith was the only
requisite - was the hand to lay hold on His fullness and make it mine. But
I had not this faith.


 I strove for faith, but it would not come; I tried to exercise it, but in
vain. Seeing more and more the wondrous supply of grace laid up in Jesus,
the fullness of our precious Savior, my guilt and helplessness seemed to
increase. Sins committed appeared but as trifles compared with the sin of
unbelief which was their cause, which could not or would not take God at
His word, but rather made Him a liar! Unbelief was I felt *the* damning sin
of the world; yet I indulged in it. I prayed for faith, but it came not.
What was I to do?


 When my agony of soul was at its height, a sentence in a letter from dear
McCarthy was used to remove the scales from my eyes, and the Spirit of God
revealed to me the truth of our *oneness with Jesus* as I had never known
it before. McCarthy, who had been much exercised by the same sense of
failure but saw the light before I did, wrote (I quote from memory):


 “But how to get faith strengthened? Not by striving after faith, but by
resting on the Faithful One.”


 As I read, I saw it all! “If we believe not, he abides faithful.” I looked
to Jesus and saw (and when I saw, oh, how joy flowed!) that He had said, “*I
* will never leave you.”


 “Ah, *there* is rest!” I thought. “I have striven in vain to rest in Him.
I'll strive no more. For has not *He* promised to abide with *me* - never
to leave me, never to fail me?” and, dearie, *He never will.*


 Nor was this all He showed me, nor one half. As I thought of the Vine and
the branches, what light the blessed Spirit poured direct into my soul! How
great seemed my mistake in wishing to get the sap, the fullness *out *of
Him! I saw not only that Jesus will never leave me, but that I am a member
of His body, of His flesh and of His bones. The vine is not the root
merely, but *all* - root, stem, branches, twigs, leaves, flowers, fruit.
And Jesus is not that alone - He is soil and sunshine, air and showers, and
ten thousand times more than we have ever dreamed, wished for or needed.
Oh, the joy of seeing this truth! I do pray that the eyes of your
understanding too may be enlightened, that you may know and enjoy the
riches freely given us in Christ.


 Oh, my dear Sister, it is a wonderful thing to be really one with a risen
and exalted Savior, to be a member of Christ! Think what it involves. Can
Christ be rich and I poor? Can your right hand be rich and your left poor?
or your head be well fed while your body starves? Again, think of its
bearing on prayer. Could a bank clerk say to a customer, “It was only your
hand, not you that wrote that check”; or I cannot pay this sum to your
hand, but only to yourself?” No more can your prayers or mine be
discredited if offered in the name of Jesus (i.e., not for the sake of
Jesus merely, but on the ground that we are His, His members) so long as we
keep within the limits of Christ's credit - a tolerably wide limit! If we
ask for anything unscriptural, or not in accordance with the will of God,
Christ Himself could not do that. But “if we ask anything according to his
will ... we know that we have the petitions that we desire of him”


 The sweetest part, if one may speak of one part being sweeter than
another, is the rest which full identification with Christ brings. I am no
longer anxious about anything, as I realize this; for He, I know, is able
to carry out His will, and His will is mine. It makes no matter where He
places me, or how. This is rather for Him to consider than for me; for in
the easiest position He must give me His grace, and in the most difficult
His grace is sufficient. It little matters to my servant whether I send him
to buy a few cash worth of things, or the most expensive articles. In
either case he looks to me for the money and bring me his purchases. So, if
God should place me in serious perplexity, must He not give me much
guidance; in positions of great difficulty, much grace; in circumstances of
great pressure and trial, much strength? No fear that His resources will
prove unequal to the emergency! And His resources are mine, for He is mine,
and is with me and dwells in me.


 And since Christ has thus dwelt in my heart by faith, how happy I have
been! I wish I could *tell* you about it, instead of writing. *I* am no
better than before. In a sense, I do not wish to be, nor am I striving to
be. But I am dead and buried with Christ - aye, and risen too! And now
Christ lives in me, and “the life that I now live in the flesh, I live by
the faith of the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”


 And now I must close. I have not said half I would, nor *as* I would, had
I more time. May God give you to lay hold on these blessed truths. Do not
let us continue to say, in effect, “Who shall ascend into heaven? (that is,
to bring Christ down from above).” In other words, do not let us consider
Him as far off, when God has made us one with Him, members of His very
body. Nor should we look upon this experience, these truths, as for the
few. They are the birthright of every child of God, and no one can dispense
with them without dishonoring our Lord. The only power for deliverance from
sin or for true service is *Christ*.



 And it was all so simple and practical! - as the busy mother found when
she too entered into this rest of faith.


 “But are you always conscious of abiding in Christ?” Mr. Taylor was asked
many years later.


 “While sleeping last night,” he replied, “did I cease to abide in your
home because I was unconscious of the fact? We should never be conscious of
*not* abiding in Christ.”


 *I change, He changes not;*

*The Christ can never die:*

*His truth, not mine, the resting place;*

*His love, not mine, the tie.*


 *NOTE**: *The book from which I quoted the above was dated by me - 1946,
St. Andrew's College, Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. It *deeply* stirred my soul
and challenged me. Watchman Nee had a true parallel experience to Mr.
Taylor, but *his* came through reading and meditating upon Romans 6! Oswald
Chambers at 27 entered into the “Exchanged Life”, by simply entering by
faith, when at the end of his tether. J.A.Watt



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