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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER">“<b>TWO
ARE BETTER THAN ONE” MINISTRIES</b></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b>Jim
& Marie Watt</b></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER">“<b>THE
EXCHANGED LIFE” - 2011-12-01</b></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b>(“From
Hudson Taylor's Spiritual Secret” - by Dr. & Mrs. Howard
Taylor)</b></p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b>Yes,
in me, in me He dwells -</b></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b>I
in Him and He in me!</b></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b>And
my empty soul He fills</b></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b>Now
and through eternity. </b>
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b>H.
Bonar.</b></p>
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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,</p>
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“Oh, Mr. Judd, God has made me a new man! God has made me a new
man!”</p>
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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!”</p>
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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.</p>
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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! ...</p>
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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 <i>Christ is All</i><span style="font-style: normal;">.
It says, </span>
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“<span style="font-style: normal;">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.
... </span>
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“<span style="font-style: normal;">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.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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 </span><i>all</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
sin” - this is not new, and yet 'tis </span><i>new to me</i><span style="font-style: normal;">.
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 </span><i>all</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
seems to me, now, the power, the only power for service, the only
ground for unchanging joy. ...</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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.</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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!”</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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.</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">It was </span><i>the exchanged life</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
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.</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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.</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">As to work - mine was never so
plentiful, so responsible or so difficult, but the weight and strain
are all </span><i>gone</i><span style="font-style: normal;">. 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!
...</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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.</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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. </span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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 </span><i>was</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> 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.</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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.</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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!</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">All the time I felt assured that
there was in Christ all I needed, but the practical question was -
how to get it </span><i>out</i><span style="font-style: normal;">. 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. </span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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 </span><i>the</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
damning sin of the world; yet I indulged in it. I prayed for faith,
but it came not. What was I to do?</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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 </span><i>oneness with Jesus</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
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):</span></p>
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“<span style="font-style: normal;">But how to get faith
strengthened? Not by striving after faith, but by resting on the
Faithful One.”</span></p>
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</p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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, “</span><i>I</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
will never leave you.”</span></p>
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“<span style="font-style: normal;">Ah, </span><i>there</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
is rest!” I thought. “I have striven in vain to rest in Him. I'll
strive no more. For has not </span><i>He</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
promised to abide with </span><i>me</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
- never to leave me, never to fail me?” and, dearie, </span><i>He
never will.</i></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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 </span><i>out </i><span style="font-style: normal;">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 </span><i>all</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
- 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.</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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”</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">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.</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">And since Christ has thus dwelt in
my heart by faith, how happy I have been! I wish I could </span><i>tell</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
you about it, instead of writing. </span><i>I</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
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.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">And now I must close. I have not
said half I would, nor </span><i>as</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
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 </span><i>Christ</i><span style="font-style: normal;">.</span></p>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">And it was all so simple and
practical! - as the busy mother found when she too entered into this
rest of faith.</span></p>
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“<span style="font-style: normal;">But are you always conscious of
abiding in Christ?” Mr. Taylor was asked many years later.</span></p>
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“<span style="font-style: normal;">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 </span><i>not</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
abiding in Christ.”</span></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-style: normal;">I
change, He changes not;</span></b></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-style: normal;">The
Christ can never die:</span></b></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-style: normal;">His
truth, not mine, the resting place;</span></b></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-style: normal;">His
love, not mine, the tie.</span></b></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"><u><b><span style="font-style: normal;">NOTE</span></b></u><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><b>:
</b></span></span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">The
book from which I quoted the above was dated by me - 1946, St.
Andrew's College, Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. It </span></span></span><u><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="">deeply</span></span></u><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">
stirred my soul and challenged me. Watchman Nee had a true parallel
experience to Mr. Taylor, but </span></span></span><u><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="">his</span></span></u><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">
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</span></span></span></p>
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