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</p><p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="CENTER"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>2012-09-15
- THE EXCHANGED LIFE, Chapter 14 - J. HUDSON TAYLOR</b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="CENTER"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>(From
“Hudson Taylor’s Spiritual Secret” - Dr. & Mrs. Howard
Taylor)</b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="CENTER"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="CENTER"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>Yes,
in me, in me He dwelleth -</b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="CENTER"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>I
in Him and He in me!</b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="CENTER"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>And
my empty soul He filleth</b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="CENTER"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>Now
and through eternity. - H. Bonar</b></font></font></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"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>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 Yangehow 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!”</b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>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!”</b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>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.</b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>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! …</b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT">“<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT">“<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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, “f</span><span style="font-style:normal">ro</span><span style="font-style:normal">m
</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 satisfied. 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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="font-style:normal">How
then to have our faith increased? Only by thinking of all th</span><span style="font-style:normal">at</span><span style="font-style:normal">
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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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, with 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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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 liveth 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 </span><span style="font-style:normal">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 letter</span><span style="font-style:normal">s</span><span style="font-style:normal">
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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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 of 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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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 praye</span><span style="font-style:normal">d</span><span style="font-style:normal">,
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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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 interruptions 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 </span><span style="font-style:normal">h</span><span style="font-style:normal">ow
to perform I found not.</span></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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 co</span><span style="font-style:normal">u</span><span style="font-style:normal">ld
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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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
t</span><span style="font-style:normal">hi</span><span style="font-style:normal">nk
that - perhaps to make heaven the sweeter - God wo</span><span style="font-style:normal">u</span><span style="font-style:normal">ld
not give it down here. I do not think that I was striving to attain
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 m</span><span style="font-style:normal">e</span><span style="font-style:normal">;
but on looking back in the evening - alas! there was but sin and
failure to confess and mourn before God.</span></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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 was a sad lack of power. Oh, how good the Lord has been
in bringing this conflict to an end!</span></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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 was 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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="font-style:normal">When</span><span style="font-style:normal">
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></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT">“<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="font-style:normal">But
how to get faith strengthened? Not by striving after faith, but by
resting on the Faithful One.”</span></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="font-style:normal">As
I read, I saw it all! “If we believe not, he abideth 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 thee.”</span></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT">“<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="font-style:normal">Ah,
</span><i><span style="text-decoration:none">there</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span style="text-decoration:none">
is rest!” I thought, “I have striven in vain to rest in Him. I’ll
strive no more. For has not </span></span><i><span style="text-decoration:none">He</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span style="text-decoration:none">
promised to abide with </span></span><i><span style="text-decoration:none">me</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span style="text-decoration:none">
- never to leave me, never to fail me?” And, dearie, </span></span><i><span style="text-decoration:none">He
never will.</span></i></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in" align="LEFT"><br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in;font-style:normal" align="LEFT">
<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">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
fulness </span><i><span style="text-decoration:none">out</span></i><span style="text-decoration:none">
of Him! I saw not only that Jesus will never leave me, </span><span style="text-decoration:none">but</span><span style="text-decoration:none">
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><span style="text-decoration:none">all</span></i><span style="text-decoration:none">
- 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 that 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></b></font></font></p>
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<br>
</p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in;font-style:normal" align="LEFT">
<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">Oh,
my dear Sister, it is a wonderful t</span><span style="text-decoration:none">h</span><span style="text-decoration:none">ing
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, thin</span><span style="text-decoration:none">k</span><span style="text-decoration:none">
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 any thing according to his
will … we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him.”</span></b></font></font></p>
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<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in;font-style:normal" align="LEFT">
<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">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 min</span><span style="text-decoration:none">e</span><span style="text-decoration:none">.
It makes no matter where He place</span><span style="text-decoration:none">s</span><span style="text-decoration:none">
me, or how. That 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
brings 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 min</span><span style="text-decoration:none">e</span><span style="text-decoration:none">,
and is with me and dwells in me. </span></b></font></font>
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<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">And
</span><span style="text-decoration:none">since Christ has thus
dwelt in my heart by faith, how happy have I been! I wish I could
</span><i><span style="text-decoration:none">tell</span></i><span style="text-decoration:none">
you about it, instead of writing. </span><i><span style="text-decoration:none">I</span></i><span style="text-decoration:none">
am not better that before. In a sense, I do not wi</span><span style="text-decoration:none">s</span><span style="text-decoration:none">h
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></b></font></font></p>
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<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">And
now I must close. I have not said half I would, no</span><span style="text-decoration:none">r</span><span style="text-decoration:none">
</span><i><span style="text-decoration:none">as</span></i><span style="text-decoration:none">
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><span style="text-decoration:none">Christ</span></i><span style="text-decoration:none">.</span></b></font></font></p>
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<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">And
it was all so simple and practical! - as the busy mother when she too
entered into this rest of faith.</span></b></font></font></p>
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<span style="text-decoration:none">“<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>But
are you always conscious of abiding in Christ?” Mr. Taylor was
asked many years later.</b></font></font></span></p>
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<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in;font-style:normal" align="LEFT">
<span style="text-decoration:none">“<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>While
sleeping la</b></font></font></span><font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">s</span><span style="text-decoration:none">t
night,” he replied, “did I cease to abide in your home because I
was unconsciou</span><span style="text-decoration:none">s of the
fact? We should never be conscious of </span><i><span style="text-decoration:none">not</span></i><span style="text-decoration:none">
abiding in Christ.”</span></b></font></font></p>
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<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">I
change, He changes not;</span></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in;font-style:normal" align="CENTER">
<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">The
Christ can never die:</span></b></font></font></p>
<p style="margin-top:0.01in;margin-bottom:0in;font-style:normal" align="CENTER">
<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">His
truth, not min</span><span style="text-decoration:none">e</span><span style="text-decoration:none">,
the resting place;</span></b></font></font></p>
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<font face="Palatino Linotype, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b><span style="text-decoration:none">His
love, not min</span><span style="text-decoration:none">e</span><span style="text-decoration:none">,
the tie.</span></b></font></font></p>
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